If you have to ask, you'll never know...
I deleted a post I wrote last night.
It was a bit too venomous for The Dude Abides.
So, I let it go to the wind.
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I met this guy tonight, while I was having dinner.
He went skiing today.
He hiked up Sacajawea Peak and skiied down the bowl.
Awesome, yet insane.
Oh, it tempted me, but...
With this little snow coverage, an error could be very, very painful.
Plus, you need "rock skis." And, if you were reading this here rag last winter, you would know I went through three boards last year (broke the binding off my old Crap board, rode a humongous new Burton for a few days and snapped it in half on a mogul, then got a slightly smaller Burton), so I am not exactly itching to take out my sweet ride on three inches of snow over rock.
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I watched a couple movies recently.
Lucky Number Slevin, was pretty damn cool. Josh Hartnett, Bruce Willis, Morgan Freeman, Sir Ben Kingsley... pretty damn good cast for a movie I don't even remember being in theaters.
It involves a case of mistaken identity (Hartnett), hit men (Brucce Willis), rival mobsters (Sir Ben, Morgan Freeman), and one hell of a twisted plot.
I really liked it.
I also watched an oldie- Godfather, Part III- but a goodie. I have watched and re-watched the first two installments in this classic series, but neglected the third. I think I had only seen it once, back in the late 80's. This was simply because it was so critically reviled.
I even bought the first two on DVD.
Unjustly so.
Absolutely unjustly criticized.
Well, I tell you, it aged like a fine wine.
Thematically, artistically, it was consistent... He even captured the feel of the first two, despite the 15 or so year gap.
It was great.
The only thing that sticks with me, as to why this movie was so panned, was Coppola's choice to cast his daughter, Sofia, in one of the lead roles.
Sure, she is not a "classic beauty," but hell, was Talia Shire?
Who cares?
Great movie.
Give it another shot sometime.
Besides, you'll get to see Pacino say, "Just when I thought I was out... they Drag... Me... Back... In!"
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I am Returning to L.A.
November 18th.
U.S.C. vs. Cal.
And I am going to get a teardrop tattoo, because that's how I roll.
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In case it seemed like they were my words, you should know that the post below was entirely the lyrics to a Pearl Jam song called "Untitled." They only perform it live. It is a beautiful song, maybe a minute and a half, but... damn.
It is one of my go-to writing songs. I play it on a loop, again and again, while I write.
I got a car, I've got some gas
oh let's get out of here
get out of here fast
ooh everyone's confused
so I stay in my room
If I go I don't want
to go alone
I hope you get this message
oh you're not home
I could be there in ten
minutes or so
Oh I've got my things
we'll make it up as we go along
with you I could never be alone
... never be alone.
The other songs I do that with are "Of the Girl," again by Pearl Jam, "Still," by the Foo Fighters and "Little Martha," by the Allman Brothers, "Moonlight Mile" and "Sweet Black Angel," by the Rolling Stones.
So, there you go.
That's my secret.
One of those songs plays on a loop, between 10 and 25 times, depending on the length of the post.
And, by the way, if you somehow interpreted those lyrics as me being "whiney," and feel I just need to "get back on the horse," well...
Well...
Well...
I have been seperated for exactly 5 weeks.
I understand that this blog would (will) get a lot more interesting when I start dating.
Hold your fucking horses.
Live vicariously elsewhere until I get my shit together.
(And believe me, my shit? It really could use some togetherness.)
So, chill.
And let time do its thing.
Like it always does.
It was a bit too venomous for The Dude Abides.
So, I let it go to the wind.
---
---
I met this guy tonight, while I was having dinner.
He went skiing today.
He hiked up Sacajawea Peak and skiied down the bowl.
Awesome, yet insane.
Oh, it tempted me, but...
With this little snow coverage, an error could be very, very painful.
Plus, you need "rock skis." And, if you were reading this here rag last winter, you would know I went through three boards last year (broke the binding off my old Crap board, rode a humongous new Burton for a few days and snapped it in half on a mogul, then got a slightly smaller Burton), so I am not exactly itching to take out my sweet ride on three inches of snow over rock.
---
---
I watched a couple movies recently.
Lucky Number Slevin, was pretty damn cool. Josh Hartnett, Bruce Willis, Morgan Freeman, Sir Ben Kingsley... pretty damn good cast for a movie I don't even remember being in theaters.
It involves a case of mistaken identity (Hartnett), hit men (Brucce Willis), rival mobsters (Sir Ben, Morgan Freeman), and one hell of a twisted plot.
I really liked it.
I also watched an oldie- Godfather, Part III- but a goodie. I have watched and re-watched the first two installments in this classic series, but neglected the third. I think I had only seen it once, back in the late 80's. This was simply because it was so critically reviled.
I even bought the first two on DVD.
Unjustly so.
Absolutely unjustly criticized.
Well, I tell you, it aged like a fine wine.
Thematically, artistically, it was consistent... He even captured the feel of the first two, despite the 15 or so year gap.
It was great.
The only thing that sticks with me, as to why this movie was so panned, was Coppola's choice to cast his daughter, Sofia, in one of the lead roles.
Sure, she is not a "classic beauty," but hell, was Talia Shire?
Who cares?
Great movie.
Give it another shot sometime.
Besides, you'll get to see Pacino say, "Just when I thought I was out... they Drag... Me... Back... In!"
--
--
I am Returning to L.A.
November 18th.
U.S.C. vs. Cal.
And I am going to get a teardrop tattoo, because that's how I roll.
---
---
In case it seemed like they were my words, you should know that the post below was entirely the lyrics to a Pearl Jam song called "Untitled." They only perform it live. It is a beautiful song, maybe a minute and a half, but... damn.
It is one of my go-to writing songs. I play it on a loop, again and again, while I write.
I got a car, I've got some gas
oh let's get out of here
get out of here fast
ooh everyone's confused
so I stay in my room
If I go I don't want
to go alone
I hope you get this message
oh you're not home
I could be there in ten
minutes or so
Oh I've got my things
we'll make it up as we go along
with you I could never be alone
... never be alone.
The other songs I do that with are "Of the Girl," again by Pearl Jam, "Still," by the Foo Fighters and "Little Martha," by the Allman Brothers, "Moonlight Mile" and "Sweet Black Angel," by the Rolling Stones.
So, there you go.
That's my secret.
One of those songs plays on a loop, between 10 and 25 times, depending on the length of the post.
And, by the way, if you somehow interpreted those lyrics as me being "whiney," and feel I just need to "get back on the horse," well...
Well...
Well...
I have been seperated for exactly 5 weeks.
I understand that this blog would (will) get a lot more interesting when I start dating.
Hold your fucking horses.
Live vicariously elsewhere until I get my shit together.
(And believe me, my shit? It really could use some togetherness.)
So, chill.
And let time do its thing.
Like it always does.
posted by Joe at
8:50 PM
3 Comments:
you're doing just fine duder.
no reason to rush into a new kind of fucked up, which is what dating realy is.
believe me.
I know.
The tough thing about sex after a breakup with a "soul mate" is the lack of after glow. Nothing better then making breakfast or just falling asleep entangled after you've rocked her out with all the moves you've learned about her over time. Funny how everyone has so much expert advice to offer when you're down in the dirt. Its the Buds who come wallow with you and don't say much of anything that you know are your real peeps, but you know that already.
Very curious about the venemous post, you deleter-happy blogger
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