Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Do you hear that? That's the sound of complete musical freedom...

So I finally have an iPod...a very aesthetically pleasing, sleek black and silver thing that will house all the music I could ever think of. Heh. I once had a friend who eschewed the traditional candy-apple red and bought a black Swiss Army knife because it was the "aesthetic choice". But I digress. I have about half my music loaded on to it, and have so far managed not to f it up. Yesterday, iPod and I made our first foray out into the wide world. We hopped on the train to Boston to get my Northeastern ID, and pay a visit to the MFA.

I found that the best music to listen to on the train is Death Cab for Cutie or Radiohead. Nice and contemplative for staring out the window at the countryside (or suburbs) rushing by. (Incidentally, the best book to read on a train? Atlas Shrugged. I read a large part of it on a train I took with Lindsay to Baltimore for a conference I'm sure neither of us really remembers.) The best music for walking the streets of Back Bay? Interestingly, Eve 6. Most of the songs on Horrorscope have a beat that apparently matches my pace. And the best music I forgot I had? The Afghan Whigs. I bought a couple of their albums back in the late 90's, I think because they were on the My So-Called Life soundtrack. I remember they opened for Neil Young and Crazy Horse at Great Woods the summer after my freshman year, but we missed them because we were trying to find parking.

That is all for now. I have a date with Chapters 3 & 4 of Verbal Behavior by my new best friend, B.F. Skinner. Get it?

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

I'm irked

Rapidly approaching the top of my "annoying" list...

Dudes who go to the gym and take a stroll on the treadmill. Or worse yet, STAND on the treadmill and watch tv. If you don't have cable, that is not my problem!!! The gym is for WORKING OUT. I am here to do some MILEAGE. I just spent 20 miserable minutes on the elliptical, which I am apparently not coordinated enough to do because it makes my toes numb, while four such assbags wasted treadmill space.

In other news, I went to Hamden to see my bro this weekend, and he, Chad, Alli and I went out in New Haven. On the way in, they were talking about taking me to the "pirate bar", and how much fun it was going to be. We walked into this place, and Chad and Shawn told me that you can buy beer by the yard here. It comes in these ginormous glasses with wooden holders. I looked dubiously at this contraption and thought that I'd best start off with a pint. But still....it WAS Saturday night... And then, Shawn and Chad told me that the great thing about this bar is that the bartenders won't serve you if you just order a "yard" of beer. They'll pretend they don't understand you. You have to order a "yarrrrrd of beer" in the pirate voice.

Of course, I think this is awesome, and definitely would have ordered it in the voice, but I really just wanted a pint. Chad and Shawn are all disappointed and go to order our beers, while Alli comes over to me and says, "They decided it would be a good idea to institute the standing $10 stupid bet, like on Ed. The winner of the bet tonight was going to be the one who got you to order a 'yarrrd'. This is a Yale crew bar, not a pirate bar..."

What is sad about this is, if I had been a little bit thirstier, I would totally have done it.

I still want to go to a pirate bar.