| Rockers Unite!! |
[06 Feb 2007|12:54pm] |
Dear Rockers,
The past couple weeks have been a whirlwind in the Simon's Rock improbability field. I have run into almost a dozen rockers from my class that are in the Brooklyn area, and it has inspired me to invite everyone to come together on Thursday February 15 to celebrate our little community. Please let me know if you can make it and spread the word to any rockers you know!!
Thursday February 15, 8:00 pm
Brooklyn Inn
Corner of Bergen and Hoyt Streets
Boerum Hill, Brooklyn New York
To Get There:
Take the F or G to Bergen Street and walk two blocks (away from Dunkin Donuts) down Bergen Street
Take the A or C to Hoyt-Schermerhorn and walk four blocks from the Hoyt Street Exit.
Take the 2,3, or 4,5, to Borough Hall and Walk approximately 8 blocks
Take the B,D,N,Q,R to Pacific Street and Walk approximately 8 blocks
http://www.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&q=bergen+street+and+hoyt+street+brooklyn+new+york&ie=UTF8&om=1&z=14&ll=40.69372,-73.988285&spn=0.022191,0.06609
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[14 Nov 2006|11:31am] |
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I passed the bar. But then I turned back, went in, downed a scotch and patted myself on the back.
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[29 Mar 2006|02:46pm] |
btw, this journal is taking a rest. email me if you want to know what's going on in my life.
gabegie@gmail.com
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[28 Feb 2006|08:43am] |
Happy b-lated b-day A. Despite calling, and writing, and emailing, and iming I did not manage to speak to you yesterday but my thoughts were with you just the same.
Today I'm representing my first clinic client at the Dept. of Labor on an unemployment insurance matter. I ordered a new computer (mac died )-:) but it hasn't come yet and I'm already having second thoughts. Its hard to replace the thing that has your senior thesis on it.
G
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[13 Feb 2006|02:10pm] |
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Who else thinks the idea of paying for a virtual valentine is ridiculous? Who wants a belated valentine in the mail? email me your addy: gabegie@gmail.com
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| my turn to quote prof. |
[12 Jan 2006|11:46am] |
Prof. Farrell-
"The people who like first year law students tend to have dogs. Because they have the same endearing qualities. [Like dogs] first year law students think that any crap that falls off the table is a treat."
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[14 Dec 2005|10:26am] |
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Sunday: The movers are supposed to come at noon. They finally show up at around 1:30. Despite the delay, they manage, without too much hull-a-b-a-loo to get most of our large furniture over to the new apartment in relatively efficient and safe manner. $190 well spent. We go out to dinner with Paul's parents to celebrate and then spend the rest of the night taking a carload of necessities over (sheets, cat, etc.) to enjoy the first night in our new place.
Monday: First night sleeping in a new place is odd. Unlike our other apartment there is light and sound- neither of which are condusive to good sleep. Waking up the apartment is severely cold- freezing. Apparently, despite the fact that the apartment has always been generally warm all other times, we forgot to turn the heat on and now we are suffering. The walk from the bed- with our down comforters- to the tile floor bathroom is long and cold and suddenly the windows, which were previously a beloved source of light are like giant peepholes for the neighbors. Note to self- need curtains. During Paul's shower it becomes apparent that one shower curtain isn't going to do the job on our charming claw-foot tub. The bathroom floor is soaked but he's late to work. I run downstairs to get coffee and cold cereal. We have no silverware though so we're both now cold and hungry. I spend the rest of the morning mopping up the water and putting things away. Things start to warm up. The dark circles under my eyes will fade. We'll get through this. I get to school in time to get some work done but at around six I decide to go home again. Get to the apartment and cannot unlock the door- the cyclinder detached from the padlock. After squabbling with our landlord, who first had me try heating the key (maybe the cylinder froze?) and spraying WD-40 in the hole, he finally calls a locksmith. Waiting for them to come- an hour I would've spent studying- I ran to the store and spend hundreds in groceries. Thank god for credit cards because I'm otherwise broke this week. I filled grocery bags with all the necessities- sponges, dishwashing soap, eggs, butter, olive oil, rice etc. Then I climb back up the stairs and wait for the locksmiths- frustrated, tired, and cold and I can hear Dante yowling at the door. I notice a little package on the ground and lo and behold it has my name on it! Open up- an adorable keychain "I can resist everything except temptation" a total surprise from AB (first roommate in college). Perfect timing- just enough to keep me from falling over the brink of tears. Heart swells. Locksmith shows. Everything will be ok. Locks are changed- but I should've left the heat on (I turned it off before I left to save money) because the apartment is freezing again. About to get to work when Paul gets home in a foul mood. He's frustrated that we haven't unpacked yet. We've only be moved in for one day- but what the heck. In his frustrated attempts to put his desk back together he continues to break it- and hurt himself. I cannot study and I have an exam tomorrow and I'm getting annoyed. He storms out and comes back later and crawls into bed with cold feet. I pretend to be asleep.
Tuesday morning: I have an exam tonite at 6:00 and I am not ready. But at least the apartment isn't freezing today. I wake up and take a shower- second shower curtain does the trick- mostly. I spend the morning cramming everything I possible can into my head on the subject. About midday I get a call from an OCI-firm. They want to give me an offer. Do I have time to listen to the details of their compensation package? No- but I do anyway. Eyes-widen. Money. Can I turn this down? Cell phone minutes tick away but I stop listening at the bonuses. I can't think about this now. "Do you have any questions" One- I have to let them know by next Friday. My interview with the NLRB is tomorrow- maybe they can let me know in a week. I celebrate by shopping online- now that we can have packages delivered (the store on the corner accepts them for us) this is quite the temptation. Back to work- run home just in time to get Paul's computer to take the exam on. Take exam. Collapse. Trudge home. Paul is in a crappy mood again. I yell at him. I open champagne to celebrate- he doesn't drink his. We unpack everything. I go to bed while he revels in finding a hot spot for wireless and plays solitare. He comes to bed later- I pretend to be asleep again. Dante wakes us up at 3:00 a.m. I forgot to feed him and I don't have any cat food. I listen to him meow confusedly for four more hours and when the store opens I run down and get him, and me, breakfast. I get to school by 11:00- I have a paper due by 11:00 and it is about half done. It'll be ok. Paul has a holiday-party at work tonite so i'll have the house to myself. Well, myself plus the yowler. That's ok.
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[08 Dec 2005|11:50am] |
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the cup runneth over. I have reached that point where I am essentially...full. to the brim. with a very thin viscous layer holding it all in. All the stress, anxiety, emotion, frustration. And when ever anyone wants to add even one drop to the cup it completely overflows and pours forth. And then I'm embarrassed. about the lack of control and composure. About having all this stuff inside in the first place.
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[06 Dec 2005|03:09pm] |
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The first step is admitting you have a problem. I procrastinate. There I said it. That was easier than I thought it would be. Now the second step... second step... second step. I'll look it up later. Just kidding. I think the second step- actually doing something about it- is much harder. Its not that I get nothing accomplished. Its just that I get *alternative* tasks accomplished. Today I managed to reorder the parts for our food processor, exercise the warranty on our broken Kitchen Aid mixer, get my phone bill reduced and then pay for it, paid a credit card, did two loads of laundry. I did not get a lot of school work done. I managed to print up all the info I need and buy the art supplies I need for a class presentation but I didn't manage to *do* anything with them. I managed to update my lj. That is quite the accomplishment. I'm pathetic. I'm about to get to work but here's the other thing- I only ever get to work when I have so little time that I won't get anything done- like now. I have 40 minutes till class. 40 minutes to...read the SRC reflector... NO! I'll try working. (-:
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[02 Dec 2005|04:30pm] |
No one should ever have to work on Friday. When I am ruler of the world that will be my first decree. To [heck] with Sunday being the day of rest. King Friday Day it is. Last night we *excitedly* went over to the new apartment to revel in our new-roomate-less-space. Oh the anticlimax. Nine keys in the kitchen drawer and not one of them locks a single door in the whole place. Landlord is out of town for the weekend...so moving will take a little longer than expected. boo.
When I got to work this morning someone had forgotten to turn the heat on in the library (where I spend my entire day) and I was shivering to my timbers waiting for things to warm up. The cute guy at work lent me his sweater- he wears a Mister Rogers (doesn't it look better as "Mister" than "Mr."?) sweater to work every day- always in muted colors- hazel browns and grays- sometimes a [the shock the horror] bland green. Its one of those old itchy wool sweaters my mother used to make me wear (handmedowns) when I was growing up. Its definitely warm and kind of nice to feel wrapped up in someone else's sweater- kind of like a day long hug. But it doesn't smell like boy, the way all of the other guys I know stuff does (case in point- a certain gray sweatshirt that stayed in my possession for far too long but despite washing never lost the faint old-spice). I miss the boy smell. That may be weird. It'll be sad to give it back.
G
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[14 Nov 2005|09:02am] |
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Yesterday was a beautiful day upstate and I decided that the best way to celebrate it was a hike. Of course I wanted to go to some remote hike in the mountains but my mother insisted we go to the fancy tourtisty-poet's walk and then meet her after for lunch. So we packed and locked the trunk full of our stuff and headed off on our walk. When we came back someone had broken into the front of the car and ripped the back seats out. The looted both my and my sister's bag, but left Paul's stuff untouched. Anyway, my wallet, may it RIP, is gone. All my cards, $100 cash, my license. And I can't help but wonder if my karma is really that bad? Anyway, the rest of the afternoon was wasted on the phone trying to cancel all my cards and register for all these identity theft bureaus and such. Argh. Frustrating. Anyway, now I'm back in teh city, but tired and frustrated. Do you ever feel like you're being tested?
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[10 Nov 2005|11:51am] |
Lexis Search Terms: "union officer" and "loyalty oath"
Retrieve the following: (redacted)
TRAVIS STATEMENT ON SIGNING TAFT-HARTLEY LAW AFFIDAVIT
By Maurice Travis Int'l Secretary-Treasurer
Membership in the Communist Party has always meant to me, as a member and officer of the International Union, that I could be a better trade unionist; it has meant to me a call to greater effort in behalf of the union as a solemn pledge to my fellow members that I would fight for their interests above all other interests.
The biggest lie of all is to say that the Communist Party teaches or advocates the overthrow of the government by force and violence. If I had believed this to be so I would not have joined the Communist Party. If I had later found it to be so I would never have remained in it. All the slanders by the corrupt press, all the FBI stool pigeons, and all the persecution of Communist workers will not make me believe it is so. I believe that when the majority of the American people see clearly how rotten the foundation of the capitalist system is, they will insist on their right to change it through democratic processes, and all of the reactionary force and violence in the world will be unable to stop them.
I believe under our Bill of Rights, for which our forefathers fought, that an American has as much right to be a Communist as he has to be a Republican, a Democrat, a Jew, a Catholic, or an Elk or a Mason. Free voluntary association is the very cornerstone of the democratic way of life. I have been a Communist because I want what all decent Americans want, a higher standard of living for all the people, the ending of discrimination against Negroes, Mexican-Americans, and all other minority groups. I want a peaceful America in a peaceful world.
I want to make it absolutely clear that my opinion continues to be that only a fundamental change in the structure of our society, along the lines implied in the very words of the charter of our International, "Labor produces all wealth--wealth belongs to the producer thereof," can lead to the end of insecurity, discrimination, depressions and the danger of war. I am convinced that capitalistic greed is responsible for war and its attendant mass destruction and horror. I am convinced it is responsible for depression, unemployment and the mass misery they generate. The present deepening depression, growing unemployment, and threat of war confirm my conviction that the only answer is Socialism.
I know that sooner or later we will turn this present shameful page in American life, that the reactionary offensive will be beaten back and that the American workers will again resume their march on the road to peace, progress and prosperity. In the meantime, I am sure that every member of the International Union joins me in my pledge to fight to keep this International Union strong, to bend every effort to make it even stronger, to continue to keep it on a progressive, militant course, and to do everything in my power to make life in our country happy, secure, prosperous and peaceful.
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| I just fricking had to quote this: |
[07 Nov 2005|09:51am] |
There's a blog online that is kind of a communal blog that some 2Ls at brooklyn write in. The url is bitterdicta.blogspot.com
anyway, once of the kids wrote this recently and I thought it was frickin hysterical:
"dungeons & dragons... by far the nerdiest game i've ever played, but back in middle school, it was a lot of fun.
as you probably know, "D&D" was a role-playing game that basically required a bunch of books that cost way too much money for any 10 year old kid, a few friends, and a variety of freaky four-, ten-, twelve- and twenty-sided dice. more or less how the game worked was that each guy would roll the ten-sided dice, and whatever number came up, that was how many years he'd have to wait before he got to kiss a girl.
no, seriously, the way it worked was that one friend (usually the oldest / dorkiest guy in the neighborhood) would be called the "dungeon master," and he would create an adventure that the rest of the boys would play out in their imaginations. pretty cool, right?
i'd assume that if these role-playing games still exist, they're all on computer now. but as dorky as it sounds, i'm going to stick by my guns, and maintain that D&D was a helluva fun game. my character's name was Ace. he was a level 14 ranger with over 200 hit points and a vorpal blade. don't even try fucking with that, or i'll roll some dodechahedral dice up your ass."
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| goodness I'm such a geek. |
[31 Oct 2005|02:03pm] |
| My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul |
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| nineve goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as poison ivy. | | annabananos gives you 19 light orange root beer-flavoured gummy bats. | | aredoubt gives you 12 green cinnamon-flavoured jawbreakers. | | bupkiss gives you 12 mauve chocolate-flavoured pieces of taffy. | | creidylad tricks you! You get a wet rag. | | gazesalso gives you 14 white vanilla-flavoured gummy worms. | | mr_niggle gives you 2 teal apple-flavoured pieces of chewing gum. | | saturn939 gives you 19 purple vanilla-flavoured gummy worms. | | vol_etreu tricks you! You get a used tissue. | | zantony gives you 6 yellow raspberry-flavoured wafers. | | ziffyeatsbabies tricks you! You get a rock. | | nineve ends up with 84 pieces of candy, a wet rag, a used tissue, and a rock. | | Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern. |
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[23 Oct 2005|08:44pm] |
As a fierce advocate for gay rights and equality, I have to say that I'm hugely disappointed that a decision that the law must treat homosexual acts the same as heterosexual acts comes in the context of statutory rape. Am I the only one who feels this way?
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051021/ap_on_re_us/sodomy_case
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| my mom just called to ask me to find this poem on line |
[23 Oct 2005|08:34pm] |
Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death
*edit* for the original spacing visit the link
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| a stolen meme |
[20 Oct 2005|05:01pm] |
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If you are reading this, leave one memory of you and me together. It doesn't matter if I know you a little or a lot, anything you remember. Next, post this in your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.
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