tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62022442012-02-08T20:11:51.205-05:00this is a place to go to read stuff about me...if you are looking to read stuff about someone other than me, you might need to go elsewhereAbehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.comBlogger1361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1139512487487933382006-02-09T14:05:00.000-05:002006-02-09T14:14:47.500-05:00

The Top Ten Things I Plan Never to Use My Free Time For:1. Antiquing - This is not a reference to the art of buying old things from old things stores. That is cool. I don't want to spend my time taking new things and beating them up to make them look old so they can fit that "my place is old" feel I'm going for with my apartment/house. Not gonna do it.2. Cocaine - Don't want to snort something up

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1135200064136810792005-12-21T15:05:00.000-05:002005-12-21T16:21:26.626-05:00

Well, leave it to the Red Sox to drag me out of my blogless cave and start writing again. I really should just turn this into a baseball blog...Fortunately, I have woken from my slumber, done some handy research, and I come bearing some good news. Let's call it a 06 Red Sox gospel.As we all know now, the loveable, shaveable idiot, (and I do mean idiot) is gone. He has left the warmth and

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Down 0-2 and I am reminded why baseball is the greatest game in the world today.When people complain to me about baseball, more often than not they say the game is too slow."How can you sit there for three hours watching nothing happen?!""Don't you fall asleep?'"It takes so long between pitches! Don't you get bored?!"Baseball, like no other sport, exists outside of time. There is no game clock.

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Oh my goodness. I was on my way to Japan for a press junkett for my new film "Robutts" about robots from Uranus who invade earth searching for sugar cereals to power their circuits when I turned to my right and said to Cate Z-J who was sitting next to me, "You know Cate, there's been alot of turbulence on this flight, eh? How's Mikey doing?" Next thing I know, tail wings torn from the back of

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1121296275602125432005-07-13T18:54:00.000-04:002005-07-13T19:11:15.610-04:00

Occasionally you are bombarded by thoughts and feelings so overwhelming, it becomes hard to pause and reflect. It is ironic to have a mind so preoccupied and to have so few appropriate words to explain - like my mind's heart is filled to the brim, and I want to pin-prick it: to exhaust, and let my thoughts spill out all over the floor and walls. What a week? Wonderful? check.Surprising?

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Ah, summer. When a young boy's fancy turns to sun, beaches, swimming, and endless viewings of Anchorman.I am having a great summer so far. The kids are good. I'm (slowly) figuring out my new role at the summer school, I have reconnected with some wonderful people from high school, and met some new people who are amazing. I am tired beyond reason and I am loving it.Today we took the kids canoeing

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What is the necessary balance between assertiveness and just letting things happen? I admire those people who determinedly work for all the attain, who see something they want and go and get it, putting feelings and egos at risk largely because of the confidence they bring to everything they do. Even more so, I am jealous of those to whom everything comes so easy. We all have those friends who

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1119829256597990612005-06-26T19:26:00.000-04:002005-06-26T19:40:56.603-04:00

My friend has a new pair of shoes. She didn't buy them so much as inherit them. They really are fabulous.Lets talk about lines people. The curvature of a well shaped shoe, is often overlooked, let alone a pair! These shoes of my friend, let me tell you, they sure do pop out at ya! They go with every outfit. She always wears them well, even when lying down for a nap. There is a long standing

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Well, in a little under three hours I will commence my final two classes of my first year of teaching. Wow. Then only 456 meetings, 741 exams corrections, 98 reports and comments, 2 banquets, 8 round of golf, 13 1 on 1 basketball games, 8 cow a-milkings (with maids), and one really awesome fashion show later and I will be done until next year. Well that is until I start my summer job, oh yeah and

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Today, right now as a matter of fact - here at my desk - I thought of a stage name for myself, and with nobody in the room with me, laughed out loud. I then proceeded to look around to make sure nobody caught me. And without further ado,I shall be called...Houghton Mifflinawesome. friggin sweet.

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Graduation, in the abstract, perplexes me. A truly dignified cast of characters, ranging from the yeti of the south (a liberal columnist from texas), to everyone's favorite coke-snorting lead singer of the most popular frat band in the world, assembled at the always beautiful vernal Haverford College, and unified spoke about how graduation aught be seen as not an end - nay! - rather a beginning,

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Headache. Ohmigod. It is like someone in the middle of lunch hit me upside the head with a canoe paddle (oar), my left eye fell out, and then little gnomes are in my eye socket mining for some type of metal (ore). I hate headaches and I get them when I am not sleeping well. The usually generate behind my left eye, which is why I sometimes call them Lopez. Maybe I am dehydrated?! Am I being

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1115737819322759122005-05-10T11:09:00.000-04:002005-05-10T11:10:19.326-04:00

hot new layout.check it.kind of retro...less now-tro. (thanks harry shearer)word. to your mom.

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Tonight I was asked if my shirt had batteries powering it.Ok, so maybe my shirt could feasably second as a nice window dressing, but I also happen to think it is kinda sexy. It is something sort of paisely - a reddish hue - and it is textured like corduroy. I cuff the sleeves because there are horizontal stripes on the lining (details baby, details). It is a button down shirt, and I like to wear

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1115534772358252772005-05-08T02:43:00.000-04:002005-05-08T02:46:12.363-04:00

Right now it is quarter to three on a saturday night. I am holed up in the student center at the school where I work, with 40 kids from the freshman class for a "lock in" overnight. There have been many great ideas over the course of human history: from the wheel to the jetplane, papyrus to the internet, animal husbandry to genetics. This was not one of those ideas.The kids have had fun. It has

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1114862871815661372005-04-30T08:07:00.000-04:002005-04-30T08:07:51.816-04:00

Anyone know where all my comments have gone?

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I've been exhausted like whoa these past few weeks.I haven't been to my apartment in the city in almost two and a half weeks now, and though I saw two of my lovely roomates last weekend at home in MA, I miss those crazy kids tons. Strangely, they are my balance. When everything is crazy chaotic around here (read: school), they are my world outside of the box, my window with a view, my two hour

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Stealing a page from Kenlow's blog. I have gone to www.googlism.com, and typed in my name. It is a website that will do a google search for you and give you the lines for the first hits. IT is actually kind of a gas...so without further ado, some of the better ones:abe is a computerabe is doin' pyblosxomabe is celebratedabe is in a padded cellabe is an educational charityabe is the first

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Well, time to let the proverbial cat out of it's bag. Why we would ever keep a cat in a bag in the first place I do not know...but aaaanyway. UPDATES!-So I got offered a job over spring break at the recording studio in Philly I have been working at. Basically the owner told me I could start engineering there if I wanted to, and that I could get started by doing some sessions with him and the

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1112048666949162592005-03-28T17:16:00.000-05:002005-03-28T17:24:26.950-05:00

I meet the lamest girls. Granted I meet them in bars...which is probably my first mistake, but where else am I supposed to go? Eh? Smarty pants!These girls have a really hard time holding up their end of the conversation, and often when they do contribute the start talking about their apartment and how huge it is, or how nice their furniture is. Sometimes they talk about their high powered job as

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1111678925652872132005-03-24T10:32:00.000-05:002005-03-24T10:42:05.656-05:00

as per request, an explaination:Katie's terrific friend (sigh...) on saturday night had lost her voice early in the evening. Rather than let the chips be down, she inquired hopefully, and with a feindish glint in her eyes, "Does my voice sound like husky sex?"meh?!? Does that involve dogs? Like the iditarod? Jack London? Call of the Wild?belly laughs, and again Hillarity ensued.adorable.sigh.in

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Warning: this blog contains content that is deeply emotional and profoundly heartfelt, it is not for the faint of butt.Oh Katie. I had such a wonderful/amazing/emotional/upanddown/sad/happy/forgetyourworries/fallinlove/lottalaughing/rollercoaster/rockandroll weekend. At the start, I felt like I was running away. I was birthed blue-shoed into this floating tin can that was going to shoot me faster

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1110348725076964362005-03-09T01:10:00.000-05:002005-03-09T01:12:05.076-05:00

Tell me will it be alright?Tell me what am I supposed to do?Cause I don't want to leave tonight,I have been thrown by you.

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I find something strangely appealing about the word faucet.It might be the spelling. The word does not look like it sounds, and furthermore, it is in no way onamatopoetic. No faucet makes the noise "faucet." At least, no faucet I know.I think the word should be pronounced like it is french in origin, that is, FAW-say. Is that too frou frou? Just let go. Jump in.I have a predilection for writing

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Someday I am going to win a grammy.It may end up being for "Best Klesmer Solo or Duet Recording featuring A violin but not including xylophone or clarinet, rap vocalist,"but a grammy non the less

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1108099874676661052005-02-11T00:19:00.000-05:002005-02-11T00:31:14.676-05:00

My Mom is one of the wisest people I know. She is usually pretty good at helping me look again at myself to realize what I probably already know.She also takes an active interest in my love life, and regularly asks me, when there is anyone of note to mention, "how much do you think about her?"I guess I wonder what kind of barometer that really is for measuring your feelings for a person. Am I

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1107909812359181742005-02-08T19:37:00.000-05:002005-02-08T19:43:32.360-05:00

I worked in the studio today and I am drained. So many thoughts. This is not a love song, I don't know what that is anymore, You lost me somewhere at the start, So near the end, I guess I shouldn't really care. I'm scared to say, to let you know, I'm ashamed to admit, So new it was, we barely just met, For what it's worth, I miss you already. I'll break this silence, just this once, If he

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1107308909793946082005-02-01T20:46:00.000-05:002005-02-01T20:48:29.793-05:00

I just got back from a memorial service. I was amazed by the outpouring of love and affection, but strangely and frighteningly I felt very alone. I am not quite sure why.

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Tonight, in an act of sheer gluttony I ate choclate chip cookies for dinner. In the race to grow up as fast as possible sometimes you have to do something completely juvenile just to remind yourself how young you can be. Of course, now I have a stomach ache. Supid irony. I hate you. Abe Stone...might be a winner.

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I am so proud of my girls today. We had a great basketball game, and I was so excited to see how happy they were, and how hard they worked, and for the first time since this season has started I really felt like I saw the product of all the hard work we've been putting in. I think ultimately it has less even to do with the success of winning or even playing well and making baskets. It has a lot

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1106713080606469972005-01-25T23:12:00.000-05:002005-01-25T23:18:00.606-05:00

Well if by hot chicks someone thought I meant middle aged indian men, I'd be all set. No my recording class has no hot chickes. No chicks period. Just a few metal heads, and a few middle aged indian men looking to build a home studio. I learned a bunch of stuff I already knew, so that is interesting, and useless. Hands on stuff will be better. After class, I randomly called up my potential new

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1106601361271583122005-01-24T16:07:00.000-05:002005-01-24T16:16:01.270-05:00

That is right kiddos...the opportunity you've been waiting all your life for has finally arrived! You get to give me a new name! Since I have started playing concerts again, I have come to the drastic and frightening realization that my given name will simply not work as a performer. So I need a new stage name. This is where you come in! Listed below are a few options to choose from for my new

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1106537042562348272005-01-23T22:21:00.000-05:002005-01-23T22:24:02.563-05:00

Tomorrow night I have my first of a ten week long Recording Arts class in philly. I am really excited but also kind of nervous. New things always shake me up a little bit, but Imma be brave, and give it the ole college try. I am considering it part of my whole "Abe gets a life" 10 step program. Classes. A new apt. Maybe someday a girlfriend. If I am lucky there will be a hot girl in the class.

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So I got on this kids case today. This weekend I am on duty, and because of the prolific amounts of snow falling all around, the kidshere have little better to do than hang out in the dorm lounge and call me to ask if girls can come up to their rooms. In an act of charity, good will, and I guess parental what-not, I whipped up some Hot Chocolate for the kids who were hanging out in the lounge

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1106339735671403062005-01-21T15:19:00.000-05:002005-01-21T15:41:37.083-05:00

Well now I feel all this pressure. Big shout out from kenlow for the return of Tooks McBlogovich, a dedication to my big sis, and me having not blooged for the better part of a few months all make me feel like a big loser. Well, like my uncle Norville used to say after a long day shucking corn back at the shack in the mountains of West Ginny, "time to buckle down, cinch up your man garters, and

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Walt works at the racetrack. By racetrack were talking horsies not stock cars. Walt was probably in his late 70's early 80's. He had muffled hair like it hadn't seen a comb in a long time. And he wore the type of clothes you associate with good blue collar old people: a grey jacket that had a tight elastic waiste, and big elastic wrist cuffs, and straight slacks that were probably made by

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1098462531977459512004-10-22T13:10:00.000-04:002004-10-22T12:28:51.976-04:00

I am going to the recording studio next tuesday to record some acoustic tracks of some new songs I have been working on. Because I haven't changed my guitar strings in a few months, and because there is some sort of catharsis in "changing all my strings" (thanks guster) I stopped at the local Guitar Center on my way to see Dan in Cabaret. Mega-music stores like the one I stopped at are

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I'm pooped. I'm 100% emotionally drained. The Red Sox. My amazingly complex and yet startlingly non-existent social life. My job. The other part of my job. Oh, that other part of my job too. I'd fall back on the cliche that I need a vacation, but I'm starting to worry that a vacation is simply not enough. I need to find something I want to dedicate myself to. I'm beginning to worry that "

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1098277254031054832004-10-20T08:41:00.000-04:002004-10-20T09:00:54.030-04:00

Ok. A few things. Have you ever heard of Wednesday being called "hump day." I used to have an english teacher in 7th and 8th grade, Lola (name has been changed to protect anonymity) who always called wednesday "hump day." This was usually follwed by a cheerful statement that usually went something like: "All you gotta do is make it through today and you are clear through to the weekend!" or...

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1098237441057565232004-10-19T21:56:00.000-04:002004-10-19T21:57:21.056-04:00

It is officially my 10 month and 6 day blog anniversary... anybody want to celebrate?!?!?! go red sox...

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My name is Abe, and I am an IM-a-holic. I am seriously contemplating removing AOL IM from my lifestyle completely. The sad truth is that I know there are people I will lose touch with if I stop IMing. There are people for whom the ease of digital friendship is the only thing maintaining our relationship. Sad...but true. I think of how much of my life I waste sitting reading people's away

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First: I like musicals. Read into this whatever you please, but it is the simple truth that Musicals appeal to something very basic in me, a terrific combination of sound and story, often very catchy and singable. Wicked is a good musical, and I am in love with these words, and you should be too: Like a comet pulled from orbit, as it passes a sun, Like a stream that meets a boulder, halfway

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it is actually the expensive new condensing microphone I bought today and have been playing with all night. By playing with I certainly mean recording stuff, not whatever else you sickos were thinking! Also by condensing, I don't mean it is all wet. It is awesome, and I am currently working on my "cover" of Message in a Bottle by the Police. I don't know if I know what the song is about, i

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June 30th? Dear God. I have been a bad bad man. Find it in your hearts to forgive me, please. Anyway, apologies aside... Last weekend I got a tattoo. It is sprawled across my back from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and it depicts a phoenix rising out of ashes, and being devoured by a boa constrictor that is tied in a celtic knot around some barbed wire. Oh also, there is a butterfly with

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Where dost the embattled teacher flee, when plagued by the pestilence of exhausted supply, "to the internet!" they cry, The wide web's wonderment to find. But beware ye of falsehoods grave, when taught to the innocent in youth today, do not the childhood mind deprave, of truths, and wisdoms, from far away. Lessons learned and lessons lost, xeroxed and copied forgotten and taught, of all the

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Ladies and gentlemen...Fay Summer School has begun. I am already poooped. Thankfully tonight I will get some erst as I have the night off...so I can watch the sox smoke the yankees in high definition on my daddio's television! Kids are cute...there is no way around it really. I am not however, ready for one of my own. I can't even keep a turtle healthy. My turtle is a little sick. Gotta take

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Oh my. So Mike and I brilliantly decided to catch a little history at the new Citizen's Bank Park in Philadelphia tonight...er...last night, so we packed ourselves into his PT Cruiser and cruised ourselves on up to "not the vet" for a little baseball. I would like you to keep in mind that I saw a double header on tuesday with two extra inning games for 23 innings and totaling roughly 9 hours or

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I am at Mike's. He juts took the toy from the 80's test. Here you go: You're a Garbage Pail Kid!! You're dirty, foul,disgusting, and wrong. But you're still funnyas hell. What childhood toy from the 80s are you? brought to you by Quizilla tee hee. Anyone, lotta baseball yesterday, and to be quite honest with you, It was not the best baseball I'd ever seen in my life. I know people like

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So our game yesterday was postponed. So today there is a double header, which will be fun, cause I have never been to one before. But here is a story: So we get to the park supah early and the will call where our comp tickets from a friend are waiting does not open for a few hours. So we are sitting at the front gate to Oriole Park at Camden Yards, complete with two door men and a slew of people

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So I am off to Baltimore tonight with my Dad and Rendawg to catch a few Orioles (pronounced O-ree-O-lAs) games down in Baltimore. Then meetings at George, and plenty of QT with the Mans, which usually means lots of vames. good times. Went to Mohegan Sun last night and got spanked hard by the man. I've decided to open a Casino. Now I just need tons of money for startup. so anyway, I'll write

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You're GI Joe with the Kung Fu Grip!! You'restrong, tough, and know how to kick some ass.Don't forget though, no matter how manly youthink you are, you're still just a doll. GodBless America. What childhood toy from the 80s are you? brought to you by Quizilla I took that test and this is what came up. I'm thinking I lied on my answers...or they don't have a Gi Joe riding a My Little Pony...

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1086709360941026802004-06-08T11:38:00.000-04:002004-06-08T11:42:40.940-04:00

So I saw on VH1 today this Avril Lavigne video. There is a lyric that goes, "Try to get in my pants, I'll kick your ass and make you never forget." VH1 bleeped out "get in my pants" and left in "I'll kick your ass." What the $&^%... also, Big Black Carpenter Ants built a nest in my car while we were fixing it, and that sucks. Now my car smells like insecticide and there are still ants falling

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We have a new member to the family. His name is Nurtle. He is an Asian Box Turtle and he is cute as all get out. He likes to swim and eat lettuce. Sometimes I put him in the bathtub to swim, and sometimes I let him walk around outside for a while beneath my watchful eye. My father pointed out that Nurtle is not a particularly fitting name for a Malayan Asian Box Turtle, to which I informed him

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So I bought "Kill Bill Vol. 1" on a whim because my lax buds (as in lacrosse, although some are pretty lazy too) from school suggested I do so. Let me first say that while I liked "Pulp Fiction" and "Resevoir Dogs" as much as the next person, I am not a huge Tarantino fan for a few reasons. I find him a bit pretentious... now I understand some of you out there reading this will probably think in

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George here I come. abraham... anyone know anything about history? or athletics? Mike, answer the fricken phone.

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And here it is ladies and gentlemen, mostly Katie, my Reunion blog - a day late, a zillion dollars short, but here non-the-less, for you to enjoy, ponder on, and perhaps even comment on if you are so brave. Here is my recollection of the evening, as best I can remember... So it started pretty normally. I showed up about 45 minutes to an hour late, fashionably (both in matters of attire and with

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Waiting blows. And this is why: I've been waiting for a long time. I just need to count to ten, and back, maybe twice. The thing is I am not waiting for very long with these last 2 interviews, but the Red Sox took all of my patience. So now I am just impatient like an infant who wants feeding. Except without the crying. In public at least. Reunion starting tomorrow. Although mini reunion

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1084975142845517582004-05-19T09:57:00.000-04:002004-05-19T09:59:14.366-04:00

SOMEONE HELP! So I changed my format and page design (as you can see) but now I lost my links to Kenlow and Tooks and Mikey's pages. There isn't even a spot for them. anyone, anyone, Bueller?

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It would seem that George School in Newtown PA, is the single greatest place in all of America to be a high school student. I could go on forever about how wowed I was, what with al the wicked wild wonderment whizzing wonderfully whilst we were there. Whoa. Anyway, It seems like a great place. Now we wait and see if they offer me employment. And if I take it...duh, duh, duh. You see the thing

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I have to teach a class for an interview on Monday. At first I was freaking out. Now I am not freaking out as much. The thing is...it's a Freshman History class entitled, and I am not kidding, "Global Interdependence." I was a religion major in college and for the last 2 years there I was reading mostly theory and some philosophical crap. No Global Interdependence. I missed the one class where

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1st The new Britney Spears song, "Everytime" is quality. Here is my take. I was talking with a friend of mine how pop music has made a turn in the past couple years toward either hip-hop/R&B ala BEP and Outkast, or toward "hardcore" rap, like 50 cent or even to a lesser extent Eminem(I put the hardcore in quotes because it seems to me the more mainstream it gets, and the more money they make

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So basically I am without any sense of direction. I mean I have developed a little bit of a moral compass and I think I make earnest efforts to be a good person almost all the time, but I don't know what I am going to do professionally...you know, like a job. So now I am just going to toss out some ideas for you to read, and probably not comment on, and come to mention it, probably not even read:

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My Love will not be convenient. My Love will be a pain, and undoubtedly it will hurt. My Love will take too much time, and intrude on other parts of life. My Love will consume and waste, My Love will devour and rejuvinate. My Love will be loud like electric guitars -- but mostly it will be soft strings and occasionally a clarinet. My Love will not be rational, like math nor will it work like an

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So the Yanks and Sox played their second game of the season against each other today. The red sox won. To be honest, it was a little hard to be as happy as I would normally feel considering the sting of rejection I am still feeling from the 7 month relationship that was my trying to get a job with them. Imagine falling in love, going out of your way to court said love, being told you are

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1081820912578338662004-04-12T21:30:00.000-04:002004-04-12T21:54:08.733-04:00

So I caved. I feel victim to the overwhelming power of the "you have the first two movies on DVD so you should get the third one" phenomenon, and I bought Matrix Revolutions even though I had not yet seen it. My inner dialogue went something like this: Abe (in head): The first one was really good you know. Abe (out loud): Who said that? Abe (in head): There is tons of religious symbolism that

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Better to reach and not touch, or never to reach at all? I have read enough Dr. Seuss and other children's books, and watched enough PBS morning TV to know full well about "Oh the places I will [supposedly] go." At best I applaud the efforts not to trample the innocence of childhood. Believe me I'd love some of that back. I am not going to sit typing in my Tchaikovsky listening, j-crew

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1080753623505804772004-03-31T12:10:00.000-05:002004-03-31T12:24:00.780-05:00

Mike always says he likes singers who emote. What makes you feel? What would you do if you didn't have that single trigger anymore? Would you just...find another? answer me.

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I completely forgot. disclaimer: This blog may have inuendo deemed innapropriate by some. If you think you might be part of that sum some, please don't continue. I don't not make it my goal to infest the internet with this sort of stuff, certainly there is plenty, but this idea was too funny to not tell y'all. I'm not usually all about disclaimers, but Tooks inspired me. So the lacrosse team

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...is up for debate. I am sure that there are a myriad of opinions out there ranging from sucking tons, to just enough suck, but any way you look at it I haven't blogged in an eternity, and this makes me a bad person. So first some updates. Still no new news (noo noos?) from the Red Sox. I spoke with them last thursday (a week ago) and the story was that they were still behind schedule and that

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1077861562911716972004-02-27T00:44:00.000-05:002004-02-27T01:02:13.700-05:00

Have you ever heard the expression honesty is thebest policy? If you haven't then let me give you a hand with that rock you've been under for your entire life. If you have...work with me as we dissect. First it is kind of a dumbed down expression. I think at heart it is a good expression to try and live by, but it would be naive to think it is not an oversimplification of how to exist in this

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1077821673211796932004-02-26T13:49:00.000-05:002004-02-26T13:57:24.246-05:00

So I got my first pair of glasses today...and it made official something I had suspected for a long time but perhaps had brushed under the rug for obvious reasons. I have a massive, massive forehead. It is really tall. Like beyond what is appropriate, and the glasses make my forehead look even larger. And occasionally I wear my hair in a bit of a coiff(sp) and that too amplifies my already

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I'm worried I am losing you I haven't written for so long The last thing I want is to make you feel Blue So I'm writing this poem, and begging you please, don't abandon me now, in this time of need, cause you really mean much and to this I attest, your reading my blog makes me happy, most def Spring is round the corner, so too the crack of the bat, and it's true some of my blogs will be about

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Alright. If you live in Boston, or near Boston, and if you live in NYC, or near NYC, or anyother gall darned place where these Yankee fans spawn themselves, you have been thoroughly inundated with talk about A-Rod and the issue of payroll in baseball. Baseball, unlike football, does not have a salary cap, meaning teams can pay as much as they want or feel fit to based on their finances to try and

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Yo...hey remember the demo on those old Casio keyboards. It was always the same one for like a whole decade Casio made those rinky tink keyboards that had that ragtime kinda demo on them. I saw a "Family Guy" episode where Peter was pretending he was playing the keyboard at a toy store, and then some guy called him a phony, and continued to call him a phony for the rest of the show... okay...not

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1077080144529287072004-02-17T23:39:00.000-05:002004-02-17T23:58:23.013-05:00

Mike and I were whining to Caleb the other day over burritos (little donkeys? Tucker help us out please...) about how our lives are relatively unfulfilling and how we are useless so long as we are apart. Caleb in his beautiful brilliance, the same brilliance which spawned the question "Have you guy's registered for classes next year," and the ever popular expression made famous by impressionist

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1076913801432363482004-02-16T01:28:00.000-05:002004-02-16T01:45:57.403-05:00

I used to be happy.* Arod you suck. I think you are a sell out. Go ahead and play third base for the Yankees you stupid jerk. You ruined my Valentine's Day. Lets dissect the nickname Arod in depth. First we will take the indefinite article "a" also the first syllable of his nickname. "A" indicates that he is "one of" but not "the" example, otherwise it would be Therod, and that sounds greek.

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1076896181244249962004-02-15T20:37:00.000-05:002004-02-15T20:52:16.873-05:00

Being back at school is bittersweet indeed. In a sense I am grateful beyond imagination for the opportunity to be with those who care about me, and with whom I have shared significant life changing moments...reunited at long last. There is however the obvious and glaringly more and more apparent reality that to a large extent life's divergent pathways have lead us to decidedly parallel life

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1076634033384288202004-02-12T19:54:00.000-05:002004-02-12T20:03:05.466-05:00

Dude, doesn't mater in latin mean mother? Hi Haverford. Hi, Jolee, Hi Lunt. Ok, can you say weirdness? It is a little weird being back. And by little I mean tons. Jody, just informed me now, that mater does in fact mean mother, and alma, of course is like a reference to alms, such like those you give to the poor...and so therefor, it doesnt make any sense. And I'm counting on one of you to

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I had a phone interview with the Red Sox today. I am not going to go into great detail about it, because the last thing I want to do is jinx myself, but I think it went well. yours, Theo Abestein p.s. You can't legislate discrimination, so go back to bigotville.

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so this is your typical bull (enter swear word of choice) I just wrote a huge blog, worked on it for an hour, and then my web browser unexpectedly quit, and you know what, that is about how it has been going lately, here is a haiku, my computer crashed while writing a great big blog life is so like that

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This just in. Two 9 year old boys inspired by the Super Bowl XXXVIII Halftime Show in which Janet Jackson's breast was revealed in an alleged acccident last night at the dinner table said the word "boob." Officially the statement of the first boy in Bay City Michigan was, "Hey Mom, can you pass the salt...Janet's boob." The boys mother insists, "He has never sweared at dinner before, I swear

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Dude...I saw Janet's boob. Someone had ruthlessly stabbed her with a large pin...or maybe a ninja had caught her with a throwing star. Regardless, the patriots won the Super Bowl. Again. For the second time. In only three years. 2. Lombardi trophies. 2 of them. Stick that in your pipe. And smoke it. Oh and Ricky Manning Jr., lemme know when you figure out how to defend David Givens, superstar

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So as to request here is some politiking...potlicking...potlucking...smokepotting...plolitaing, whatever, you know what I mean. I watched the debate the other night. And here are my thoughts. If I had my druthers, whatever a druther is...by the way, where have all our druthers gone? Everyone says, If I had my druthers which begs the question, if they are your druthers you must have had them

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One of the things I like about this whole blog phenomenon is the interactivity available in it. The comment feature is one of my favorite aspects, because 1) it is encouraging to read people's responses to things, and 2) I want to know what YOU think. Certains of youse are constantly commenting and for that you deserve my thanks. Others, oh and I know there are others, have left nary a blip on

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I have two cats in my house. The first we talked about earlier, Cedric (prounounced like Shoogee). Feeling like maybe the tiny little siamese was getting too much air time, I've decided this blog will be all about my slightly more rotund (and by slightly I mean enormously) kitty, the grey one, affectionately known as...Newcat. I suppose this deserves an explanation. We got Newcat when I was

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"My Ain True Love", perormed by Alison Krauss, written by Sting, from the "Cold Mountain" Soundtrack. Listen.

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Watched the end of "Groundhog Day" featuring the Golden Globe winning Bill Murray last night. For those who haven't seen the film (and you should really see the film) a weather man, Phil, played by Bill Murray, is in general a big jerk. By some twisting of the cosmos he is forced to relive Groundhog day, over and over, waking every morning to Sunny and Cher's I got you Babe at 6AM, in an infinte

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People. Arg people. People don't know how to take compliments anymore. Are we all so cynical and jaded that we can't just graciously take a compliment? "Hey, you look nice today, that is a nice jacket." "Um...okay, whatever." Or it goes something like this: "I really like that perfume you are wearing." "What do I like, smell or something? Okay...what is it you want?" Man what is it with

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Ellen Degeneres is hysterical. Period. Last night I watched her stand up show on HBO. I was laughing out loud. I think it is an appropriate expression to say you were laughing out loud, cause some people say, "well how else do you laugh idiot," and I say, snorlte, chuckle, snickering, I dunno, giggle? Suffice to say I was making good belly laughs. What makes her comedy so funny I believe is

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1075217876313644042004-01-27T10:10:00.000-05:002004-01-27T10:40:05.340-05:00

First I apologize for my extended absense. I could have probably checked in and just said hi, but I'll tell you the truth I haven't had an adventure of any sort recently, and my various musings and dialogues that run through my head have been not so entertaining lately. So I just didn't write them down. But I am back, I am here, read, weep, cry with me my brothers and sisters. I have been

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1074883584359355302004-01-23T13:41:00.000-05:002004-01-23T13:48:27.936-05:00

So my Dad and I just got back from taking our 21 year old cat to the vet. Yes, that is right, my cat can legally drink. She is a tiny siamese that according to the vet's scales weighs 4.4 lbs. Her name is sugar but the question that has always stuck out in our minds though is how do you spell her nickname: Sugie Shugie Shugy Sugé Chuggy Shuggy Suggy Chagall Shugie Shugee Sugee Squeege Cedric

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1074837021573073552004-01-23T00:45:00.000-05:002004-01-23T00:52:24.326-05:00

I just finished watching the movie Quiz Show tonight. I had seen it before. Rent the movie this weekend. It is so good. I feel disgusted by America and by popular culture, mainly T.V. And above all else, I feel like I need to read a book. Watch and you will understand. I sleep better when I am not alone, hence I have not been sleeping well. goodnight everyone,

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1074790762331844702004-01-22T11:53:00.000-05:002004-01-22T12:01:25.060-05:00

Okay...so I think it is very important to admit when you are wrong, so that you can begin the process of healing necessary to overcome the mistake. I am starting to change opinion on Ashton Kutcher. Maybe he doesn't suck that much. I think I based the majority of my opinion of him on That 70's Show and Punk'd. I suppose it is wrong to assume he is like his character Kelso on that That 70's Show

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1074737705561735882004-01-21T21:06:00.000-05:002004-01-21T21:17:07.280-05:00

Watching American Idol in the early stages is like watching a train accident from the window of your house. And like, you may think you could run outside and do something but you can't, and meanwhile you are mesmerized by the carnage, and by the sound of the metal scraping against itself. I can't quite understand how some of these people hear themselves. Like I wonder if they hear themselves

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1074707186658657982004-01-21T12:11:00.000-05:002004-01-21T12:57:03.110-05:00

So I have been rather unstimulated lately, my brain has been on puree, or rather, the things I have been feeding it seem to have had that consistency. All until last saturday...S-A-T,U,R-D,A,Y...NIGHT! My family, my friend* and I went to a show in Providence, Rhode Island. Now first it should be known that this is a professional theater company. In Rhode Island. So no Guffman here, at least,

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1074583169975665582004-01-20T01:56:00.000-05:002004-01-20T02:22:08.890-05:00

I thought once comma not so long ago comma that it would be an interesting project to write out all punctuation as words period Like at first comma it would maybe be tough to understand what people are writing period But once people got more sophisticated open parenthesis like I will try to exhibit now closed parenthesis it would become more interesting period Like take for example the scentence

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1074539118527617052004-01-19T13:48:00.000-05:002004-01-19T14:07:49.903-05:00

One of my friend's IM away message mentioned karma, and that got me thinking. Karma is almost like a report card. Like your life grades. On the one hand it is totally cumulative, on the other it is constantly changing, ever moving. I think too that it need not be associated with good or bad deeds. Karma doesn't discriminate. You alter your Karma when you help a cat out of a tree, and when you

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1074358740248226372004-01-17T11:43:00.000-05:002004-01-17T12:00:55.340-05:00

Dear Mr. Bubar...Bubes.............I'm not even going to go there, Hello, nice to meet you. Indeed, I am from the Worcester area. Pity me not, I am all the more hardy because of it. At the very least, I can keep myself fully entertained, alone, bored, on a perfectly good friday night. Oh man. Don't even get me started. Anyway, Spags, yeah, sure, been there. Good question. The first thing

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1074357792704106592004-01-17T11:37:00.000-05:002004-01-17T11:45:07.983-05:00

Dear Karyn, You asked what my opinions were about all star survivor, and who I thought would win. Well to be quite honest I haven't thought much of it. I used to be a diehard survivor watcher, and then, I don't know, the magic kind of faded. I tried to watch last season but I kept finding other more interesting things to do, like, eating, or watching other people eat. But I tell you who I do

Abehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17625303365107911909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202244.post-1074187088222448542004-01-15T12:10:00.000-05:002004-01-15T12:20:46.590-05:00

Dear Katie, I knew this would come back to haunt us someday. Truly. I think ultimately, I was feeling suffocated. Here we are, in 6th grade, at the prime of our youth, and though I knew what we had was love, I was foolish and sought carnal pleasure over what truly matters in this world, the love, support, and compassion, of a wonderful person. Do I regret it to this day, absolutely. Especially

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