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Saturday, June 20th, 2009
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I'm sure a more legitimate post is in order after a lengthy delay; however, this has to be said:
To: Phoenix Coyotes
CC: Gary Bettman, NHL Owners Association, NHLPA
Are you fucking serious?! You've barely managed to convince a judge to disallow a man to hijack an organization and turn into something profitable by suggesting that you'll be able to turn a profit on this unflippable franchise.
Of course, creating a wonderful relationship with the fans [in order to convince them to drive through 3 hours of rush hour traffic to watch a Thursday night game] is at the top of your list. Icing a product that's not only worth watching but worthy of said 3-hour drive should also be at the top of the agenda. Cutting Gretzky's salary should be as well; but, I digress.
Instead, your Open House in which fans have the opportunity to meet with players and walk around the arena (in a ploy to convince them to purchase season tickets) is scheduled for a THURSDAY NIGHT from 6 PM TO 9 PM. Really?! You couldn't do it on a Saturday as has been done in years past...maybe even an all-day event in which various players cycle in and out of signing autographs. Nope, a 3-hour block on a Thursday night.
At this point, you should fire Gretzky because he's worthless behind the bench. Trade Shane Doan to a franchise worthy of his undying loyalty to a franchise that's shafted him from EVERY opportunity to pursue the childhood dream of drinking from Lord Stanley's Cup (By the way, Detroit wouldn't be a bad call). Finally, sell the team to Basillie so I can get my Hamilton Golden Horseshoes jersey already.
It's a shame to think that I used to make that 3 hour drive...clinging to the hope that they might make the play-offs and I'd actually see a White-Out.
Stephen John Protasiewicz
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Contrary to popular rumour, bacon and eggs is NOT gay.
However, I will entertain trade options for the rainbow and future considerations.
...and Rosie O'Donnell is not considered a 'future consideration'.
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Saturday, January 24th, 2009
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six:thirtyeight
It's been a long, hard road; but, after months of struggling, I have a new computer and a re-established internet connection. During the process I came to realize how much I adore the XP operating system as opposed to Vista and am I considering shelling out the extra $150 to 'downgrade' when I purchase my next laptop. (All that, of course, can be avoided with the purchase of a Macintosh product...definitely in consideration.) Additionally, I finally met a voice-operated, automate system that didn't create images of suicide and/or multiple homicides. Considering the number of similar systems I deal with on a daily basis, there may be numerous comments and/or suggestions in general directions to the extent of: "Hey, fucktards, take note of this system and use it...then maybe you'll stop losing so many of your clients to us. KTHXBYE!"
Now, without further ado (mostly because I'm done pissfarting around on the internet...or, at least, LiveJournal™), the summation of my life since August [or so]:
*held up at work
*car stereo stolen
*went to New York, drank, drank some more, ate a shit ton of Polish food, and brought back drink...to drink
*fired via text message
*decided moving out would be unwise due to above
*failed a collegiate class for the first time (Human Anatomy and Physiology)
*posted a whopping 1.76 GPA
The End. See you soon!
"A Natural. If he had chosen politics, he would have become prime minister. Had he chose religion, the pope. Instead, he chose hockey and became a legend."
six:fifty
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Sunday, September 21st, 2008
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I'll make h[er] smile because [s]he needs it.
I'll make h[er] smile so I can kill it and eat it.
I suppose that when you're at work and something presents itself, in terms of a sign, that you can't ignore it. I erased what was previously saved and started from scratch because of it. A rather large spill was made and, due to the volume that my store takes in, I wasn't able to clean it up right away. Instead, I worked around it for nearly thirty minutes knowing [in the back of my head] that I'll eventually get to it. The comparison to my life is quite amusing, especially when you take into consideration that there are so many problems and issues that need to be dealt with, conquered, and taken care of...if I only had the time.
Make no mistake, however, that I'm not complaining about things that I've done...in fact, I don't see myself as complaining at all. I've created most of the cycle that I've fallen into solely for the fact that I've needed regularity, something stable to build a base off as I undertake the challenges I've set forth in front of me.
I'll make her smile for the simple fact I'm good at it.
I'll make her smile so I can sit and look at it...
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Wednesday, August 27th, 2008
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midnight_fiftyfive
(recovered from a previous attempt)
one_thirtyseven
she is a writer, so they say.
to me she is needy and this is how she gets her attention.
and she will tell you all the cons of pointing the way.
having never stopped to think that the ends might not meet nine to five.
when they surgically remove the bottle from your hand, maybe i will listen.
/recovery
i know a guy who lives a rockstar life
but he still don't fly, so he's mad at the sky
/recovery, again, from 17 weeks ago.
I don't know if it has to do with any one thing in particular, but I don't feel the desire to read, write, or contribute to anything meaningful anymore. In earlier days, it was hard to keep me from sharing my passions with the world because I always had something going for me. Now, I look at everything I do and did and am having trouble delineating which were done in my name and which were done in the name of someone else.
A following post will return; but, for now, the queue needed to be empty.
/recovery for 21 weeks, total.
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one_eight
even stevens is on...after scanning through the channels multiple times...and i am reminded of quite the crush i ha(d/ve) on christy carlson romano. even further, the question must be asked: "how did the disney corporation let the stable they had disappear/get out of control?" lindsay lohan, anne hathaway, emmy rossum, hillary duff (eh, when you've been drinking)...etc. etc.
one_sixteen
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Sunday, February 3rd, 2008
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eight_twentythree
"i'm willing to be at fault."
"i'm not. i've got to stay straight."
i am pretty sure that summizes the entire month of january...and the first few days of february.
the scars remind us...
eight_twentyfour
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Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008
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one_two
i turned twenty-one on january first, two thousand eight and, to be completely truthful, i never saw myself past that point until approximately a year ago. not that i intended on dying or offing myself, but solely the fact that many of the objectives i had set out for myself were beginning to come to a close or had prematurely fizzled out in the opening stages.
in the past year, i have changed jobs on three occasions, changed my living situation, and changed a fair amount of my surroundings. much like a woman approaching menopause, i heard a ticking clock resonating in my ear causing me to sit down in august with a new urgency as the year began its final descent into the history books. the decisions and mistakes that i have made thus far over the crux no longer directly affect me years into the future. for some reason, the missing safety net from years past has been replaced with a grave uncertainty of anything...life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness.
i am ambivalent about this newfound sense of freedom. much like a tight rope walker scaling between two high-rises without a guideline - aware and confident in the abilities and experiences that bring me to this point, but knowledgeable of the consequences, risks, rewards, and ramifications of every step i take. prior, however, i was living in a system where failure was an impossibility. i ask myself how could i have been scared then when the present reality demands more and provides less comfort room.
i look forward to the day that i do not wake up. i play the hands i have been dealt and all my cards lay on the table. death is a worry of the living and those with skeletons in their closets. until that point, though, i plan on enjoying every minute - for better or worse. there is beauty in the flaws.
one_thirtyfour
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Monday, January 21st, 2008
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nine_fiftyfour
i am still alive.
everytime i experience the urge to translate thoughts to words i am always without paper or instant access to a word processor.
this may call for less sleep, just to get work done.
after all, people are going to want to know how it all went down.
nine_fiftyseven
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Wednesday, December 19th, 2007
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one:fourthree:am
we could all use the money. there's no question about that fact...but whether or not one wills to vend his soul, principles, and morals to the highest bidder is the fact in question. at an earlier date i proposed that there can be no regret in slaying the reincarnation of christ; so long as the realisation that he is the son of god has not yet been met. to go against this philosophy causes me to be a hypocrite, to stay with it causes things to become harder than they need to be. i live, sleep, and bare with myself on a daily basis...there's only one other whom i care if he judges me and i'm straight with him.
to keep buying into false profits is expensive and wasteful. the distinction between dream and reality is not clear in these cases. keep on praying until the end of the world...the only thing you'll be disappointed in is the fact that you spent so much time on something that never materialized. that is, of course, if it all falls through. i'm still treading water...
one:fiftythree:am
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Thursday, November 22nd, 2007
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just remember, ya'll:
god loves ugly.
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Saturday, November 10th, 2007
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nine:fourtyeight:pm
i pretend that procrastination is an art form rather than a problem. the irony is that i'm putting off a paper so that i can scroll on this online forum. of course, i justify it all in my mind by saying that i've got it all planned out, everything's organized, etc. whether or not it holds true or through will be determined by an english professor i've never met...and doubt i ever will, but that's not the point. the point is that i become so distracted by everything that i can't stay on focus, isn't it?
the hopelessly romantic who's romantically hopeless has let his love life stretch into his love of life. drastic to call it all hopeless...it's not. the usual teenage angst still survives well past the teen years, but those that surround influence the habits. the lesser of two evils is the one that keeps money in my pocket rather than stealing it from. we can't run away from our past, but we can avoid it until the mind wanders onto a trigger. day-to-day habit was stupid until...? smoke cigarettes, drink coffee, and speak existentially.
he's shook. 'cause there ain't no such thing as halfway there...
ten:twelve:pm
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Saturday, November 3rd, 2007
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one:fiftyfive:am
if i kept repeating it, i imagine that i could convince myself that the reason for my absence is that i've thought of so much to write but ineloquently spoken enough to cause me not to scribe in this online record. to be honest, i don't remember why i keep this thing around (other than the obvious to keep up with people so distanced as to not have a myspace and/or facebook, and occasionally stir shit up on a former career board).
the only reason why i question my persistence in keeping a blog is the fact that i've reflected on more than four years of writing in the past few days. my viewpoints and dispositions have changed drastically in that time and the recurring theme that i've noticed is that when i take a leave of absence from writing, i return after being dealt a shitty hand and claiming that i now have things figured out - again...
four years ago i was so set to leave this town, this state, and this area of the country so far behind. according to that plan, i'm two years behind. the plan of two years ago had be touring europe for an undetermined amount of time. once again, i'm a few years behind. many people wonder what their past self would say about the position they're in now if they were to run into them today. you know, they typical disappointment from unrealized dreams. self-admittedly i'm about as far from where i desired to be at this point in my life, but i also held dreams and aspirations that only an individual sheltered in high school can have. and, not to make excuses, i think most of the angst from those years came from the perpetual limbo of running with those in my classes and those that were teemed as outcasts from day one. by the completion of my sophomore year of high school, i had sold more dope than most people can smoke in their lives, done my fair amount of illicit substances, and driven myself down so much that if a few well timed ideals and reality checks hadn't slapped the shit out of me i'd most likely be dead...or, if i was lucky, in prison.
i imagine that there are a number of reasons that my life seems to have shifted to neutral...running the gauntlet of internal/external, unforeseeable/foreseeable, uncontrollable/preventable, etc. the only solid, concrete justification that i offer to myself is that i've let it happen. not to say that i haven't attempted to avoid it, but there's only so many ways to upend one's life in an attempt for the perfect balance of well adjusted, happiness, and sustainability before the stench of failure is too overbearing that it becomes necessary to work a nine to five solely to repay the debts accrued before credit card companies begin using their telephones in a manner that the mafia uses baseball bats - far less effectively, mind you.
the kobe bryants of this world haven't done a fucking thing worth the claim of heroic. anyone can be a bad ass with a multi-million dollar salary and a wife that doesn't mind minor flaws such as rape allegations. when they show up day-in and day-out without excuses to both make ends meet and make the other people in their lives happier with their steadfastness than themselves...then they can come talk to me. until then, in the words of the famously infamous anthony bourdain, "shut the fuck up."
three:three:am
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Friday, November 2nd, 2007
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three:five:am
i've put this off for far too long. although, i think it's been for the best.
the past couple of weeks have been a conglomeration of frustration, contemplation, and irritation. between too much of some things and too little of others, my mind's become clouded with notions that should be on the back burner transposed with those that need my utmost attention. who am i kidding, though? it takes a beer or deadline or two before any actual work gets done on any front.
the more i think about it, the more grateful i am to my previous perverted obsession with michael moore. not for the political agenda, oh god no, but more for the fact that it propelled me to read constantly. at the time, mostly politically driven garb used only to face crush all those who opposed to the quasi-intellectual global positions held by the likes of schuyler and haldane - not to say that we weren't right, but sometimes it just took bigger words. now, i'm lucky if i read a book a month. ordinarily, this wouldn't be too much of an issue; however, i've attempted to write more - obviously, not here - and my use of a truncated vocabulary and lax writing style show that lack of literacy. hell, even english 102 is pissing me off.
nothing revolutionary.
"in tomorrow i see no promise and yesterday was like today."
three:twentyfive:am
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Friday, September 14th, 2007
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eightseventeen
allow me to recap:
one am (9/13): left work.
two am (9/13): fell asleep.
six am (9/13): woke up to run errands.
one am: left work realizing i needed bananas.
two am: finally went to bed.
five am: woke up to get bananas for work.
at this point, i am awake enough to where falling asleep is near impossible. although, i must say that i have surprised myself with how much has been accomplished this morning...the downside is that it looks like there's quite a ways to go as far as school work is concerned, which means smashing pumpkins and fall ball two thousand seven have not been dealt for this hand.
batdorf and bronson has shown through again with their ethiopian yirgacheffe. had a wonderful press pot of it earlier this week and will probably have some tonight after work (yes, about two am). half of that brilliance has to be chalked up to luck and seattle's order not being months after date. after this morning, too, i must say that i suffer from alzheimer's a la lewis black. i have a thing for worse espresso at bad coffee shops...time and time again...thank god for eye candy, i suppose.
religion, english, computers, mathematics. *deep breath* this weekend will consist of carbs, protein, red bull, and emergen-c. hopefully, time for roasting will open up.
see ya'll in about a week.
eightfourtynine
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Saturday, September 1st, 2007
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twofiftyfour
i keyed the first few lines and then realized that i don't know whether it is morning or night anymore. i briefly remember writing something about this being 'dead time.' remind me to look it up when you're older.
if anything, anymore, it's the time where the possibility to lead double lives without the slightest hint to others runs rampant. i ceased making things seem better than they are, i try to keep it in perspective. i am not a philosopher, i'm an assistant manager.
in reflection, the past six weeks or so have brought much to the table. for the most part, i'm disgusted by much of what i have seen. fortunately, the highs have been exponentially greater than the lows.
trust the good in mankind...but i still think humanity's fucked.
threenineteen
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Sunday, August 19th, 2007
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eleventhirtynine
even though it seems early to a lot of folks (myself included, based on the work schedule i'm now going to war over), i can't sleep. i fully intended to do something productive like laundry...but due to the fact that i can't remember to turn on the dryer, i'm left waiting for it to finish now even though i put it in about two hours ago. in some respects, i'm glad i caught it now rather than tomorrow morning.
i think, in part, that my lack of sleep right now could be chalked up to my two cuppings today and my lack of drinking coffee otherwise. i went back and cupped the brazil moyana again, but didn't find anything really interesting to report.
although, when i went to cup a kenyan i got from vanelli's that was roasted approximately three to four weeks ago interesting results occured (note: i was really only using the kenyan to display a difference in acidity and body in contrast to the brazil). the kenyan lacked its typical stewed tomatoes wet fragrance and initial taste (which is to be expectecd with its aged roasting), but it had incredible mango notes. this surprised me because i'm used to the pear, peach, and pineapple notes...but i've never been hit with the mango.
the roaster should be in by the end of the week and i've got a batch of ethiopian ready to go. until then, i've got chocolates from madagascar and ecuador.
elevenfourtynine
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Saturday, August 18th, 2007
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twoten
it's only been a week since i decided that horatio alger should take a hike, but i'm not going to let that opinion force me into a major as the biggest concern of my collegiate career is what i want to do with it. now, as i wait for my fate in terms of financial aid, i'm lost in the notion of pseudocode (if anyone knows what i'm talking about, help!) and trapped under a giant desk calendar with dates ranging from now until december of when things need to be done...i've never been this organised for a semester before; probably because i've never needed to be. next semester will be worse.
monday i had the honour of cupping a few coffees, six to be exact. kenya, brazil moyana, yemen moka, sulawesi, guatemala finca vista hermosa, and a yemen something or other. the only two that really stood out on the cupping table were the kenya and the brazil.
the kenya had its usual stewed tomato goodness, but also had a sweet and sour compliment on the palate. The sweetness had hints of peaches and the sour tang was a pear note.
the brazil was my favorite on the cupping table (and the bag of excess coffee i ended up taking home) and had a very nice body to it. the wet fragrance had very sweet notes to it with underlying tones of licorice. the better part, however, had to be the the actual taste which was incredibly wild tasting of raw peanuts.
having not cupped for roughly a month and then getting these two beauties, i'm excited for my roaster to arrive sometime next week (fingers crossed). i've got a bunch of coffees waiting to be cupped including some brazilian coes, best of panamas, and price peterson's famed hacienda la esmarelda. and shortly following the roaster will be a la scala, the pulling of the mazzer out of retirement, prototype grinders, and (fingers crossed, again) the unplugging of the dryer and the using of a two group la marzocco linea in my house.
too many toys, too many coffees, too many chocolates, too many beers
so little time.
twotwentynine
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Friday, August 10th, 2007
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i suppose i can sum up my entire life's lesson into three words:
fuck horatio alger.
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Wednesday, July 4th, 2007
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i suppose that the news that i don't have cancer and merely a benign cyst should do wonders enlightening my mood.
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