is this work?

so...catching a red sox game in the middle of the day, compliments of your place of employment, isn't anything to complain about.

so i won't.

and you will be my muse

dear mr. bellamy,

hi. remember me? section 113, row L, seat 19. green jacket. i was the only person at your saturday night concert above the age of 17- save the senior citizen two rows behind me whose rear never left the seat- rock on, grandma. i just wanted to thank you for putting on perhaps the most amazing concert i've ever seen in my entire life. i must admit that i was skeptical of the venue at first. though i can appreciate and celebrate your rising success and popularity, i am one who has always preferred a smaller music scene to an arena, and a part of me will miss the days where $5 (or sometimes just a smile and a wink-depending on who was working the door) could get me into your show at that rat hole someone passed off as a night club. however, from the moment you opened with "take a bow" all my pretense flew out the window and i couldn't sit still until after your second encore, "knights of cydonia" (a perfect closing number, in my opinion). thank you, also, for going old school a bit and incorporating a number of pieces from showbiz and origin of symmetry, which no doubt meant more to granny and me than could have to the rest of the toddlers in attendance. a thoughtful shout out to your groupies. still, hearing "starlight" live nearly brought tears to my eyes and in that moment i felt akin to brace-face sophomore on the front row who's mascara stained cheeks shone in the light of the well placed pyrotechnics. that song will be played at my wedding.

there were so many other amazing moments, the least of which included the piano light parade during "sunburn", the extended guitar solo in "hysteria", and singing along with the crowd to "time is running out", three of my most favorite songs ever, and you literally brought down the house with "supermassive black hole". well, maybe not the whole house, but at least that one girl that i saw fall off her chair. you brought her down. kudos.

anyway, i may not be able to claim the position of number one fan, but i probably fall in your top thousands. what i'm saying is i really like you guys and i'd appreciate your re-appearance in boston as soon as possible. give my love to chris and dominic, and maybe i'll catch up with y'all in bucharest in october.

yours truly,

fan #4,723 (or something like that)

i'll go it alone

today i purchased 1 ticket to Muse. 1.

...

only a concert of this rocking magnitude could make me forget that i'm going there alone.

my house is a very very very fine house

today i will write about my house in salt lake city. why? oh, i don't know, maybe because i've become acutely aware of it as of late due to the busted waterline that's been filling my basement with water for the past 5-days, of which my renters failed to tell me about until yesterday.

anyway, so this is my house. it's located in the historic district of salt lake, is about 107 years old, and ugly as all get out from the outside. don't let the greek flag appearance throw you off, it's actually a pretty cool place. please, come inside with me...

this is the front room. it looks a little bare since this is post-move-to-boston photography. actually, it was always a little bare, but is my favorite room in the house at a certain time of day when the sun pours through the window and warms the couch perfectly. it made for a great reading room. i miss it.

this hallway connects the back bedroom to the front room, and there is a bathroom in-between. neither of those rooms are interesting enough to warrant their own picture, though i will mention that the shower in that bathroom has 3 different shower heads, one from the side, one from the front, and one from the back. so that's pretty cool. the yellow makes me happy. yellow=cheerful.

upstairs is the "master" bathroom with this huge jetted tub that seems to impress people. i hate baths. waste of time in my opinion, and the thought of soaking in my own grime just doesn't appeal. maybe i shouldn't admit that i'm grimy. oh well.

the best part of this room though is the view out the window. it looks out over the backyard of mine and the surrounding properties, and also onto my apple tree, which produces the best apples in the world. i miss that too.

back downstairs, the front room connects to the dining room, (and the knee bone connects to the shin bone) which is the first room you enter in the house. in the corner on the left you will note my beloved piano, and in the right, my amazingly resilient palm tree. i'm pretty sure i watered that thing, maybe, once every 3-4 months, but it's still going strong!

oh, and that's cafe rio on the table- my 9th love in life.

beyond that lies the kitchen. this is one view and below is another. it was here that i developed my love for cooking. maybe it happened here because the 5' x 7' apartment kitchens i'd been dealing with for years previous just didn't scream "hey! come spend time in here!" and my mom's kitchen growing up only represented dishes duty.

nevertheless, you can see how having two, count them, two ovens and loads of counter space might have increased my appetite (pun intended) for cooking.

and last, but definitely not least is my favorite room in the house- the laundry room. odd? yes, but the lime green soothes my soul and i love it. please take a moment to notice the shelf upon which a bunch of crap is piled. my brother installed said shelf so that we could put the tv there and watch it while doing laundry. subsequently, this room got the most attention.

anyway, this post is boring and i've got a flooded basement. better go.

totally worth blogging

this is the final message i got from my little brother on gchat today:

Geoff: okay your about as exciting as a marmoset to talk to, so im gonna sign off. Love you bye

charming, isn't he?

originally untitled

for some reason it won't let me put a title on this. hmmm.

rachel requested a new post. and since i like to give rachel pretty much anything she wants, here we go.

i couldn't think of anything to blog about, so i'm going to blog about my blog. i looked up what i wrote about on this day last year, which can be found here, as well as one year prior to that which can be found here. both entries speak to some pretty significant experiences in my life and i'm feeling a little more ok about the fact that i found 3 journals last night that had all been started and quitted only a month or two later. is quitted a word?

i've been asked by a few people "why blog?". to those people i would say, "why not blog?" not necessarily because i think that is a valid answer, but because people tend to get stumped when you answer their questions with a question. while they're scratching their heads in search of a response, you can run away or stuff a candy bar in your mouth to prevent further discussion.

so to you my friends (and creepy person who googled "seagull procreation" and was sent to a previous post), tell me- why blog?

i am eeyore

if you want to read what some psychologists have said about me, here it is:
http://typelogic.com/istj.html

they're actually quite accurate.

if you want to find out what they have to say about you, go here: http://www.kisa.ca/personality/

good luck.

step 1: admitting you have a problem

and i do.

the problem is shoes.

i'm addicted to buying shoes. there, i've said it. as of yesterday, i've purchased 3 pairs this week, which my co-worker pointed out (unnecessarily and unsolicited, i might add) is an average of 1.5 pairs per day. i'm so ashamed.

but really, the problem is that i actually do need 2 very specific pairs of shoes (read: boring, boring work appropriate- one pair brown, one pair black, blah blah blah). can i help it if while combing the racks at dsw- actually looking for aforementioned specific and necessary shoes- a beautiful pair of nicole miller satin stiletto's jumps out at me, which just happen to be my size and happen to be marked down from $175 to $16? or perhaps i stumble upon a pair of vince camuto brown, studded, leather soled pumps at 80% off? can you blame me? yes? well, granted, i could choose to spend my lunch break in a more constructive and less expensive manner, but how can one bring themselves to choose that higher path knowing that somewhere amidst the rows and rows of leftovers, cast off's, and irregulars, lie that perfect pair of twolips red leather slingbacks?

oh, and did i mention that the dsw summer sale starts on thursday? triple points people! oh the shoemanity!

rachel- please?

do you like flock of seagulls?

seattle, wa: one of the most beautiful places i've ever seen.

i arrived hours before anyone else, so took myself on a tour of the city- including to the aquarium where i pet these lovely dudes above (maybe they're chicks, i don't know. do starfish have genders? and furthermore, how do they procreate? well, a blog for another day)

and saw this amazing mountain, which was definitely the tallest mountain i've ever seen, at least to that point (see forthcoming pictures from alaska...)

and another view. can't get enough.

this was a cool boat at the dock on the wharf. i was feeding the seagulls (as directed by the sign at ivans seafood).
marie and me.
this trip brought to you in part by jet blue airways and the deficit in my bank account, but mostly by the two lovely people above.

loved it.

and we're back.

this blog is brought to you in part because it's just been a while, but mostly because i see that i'm quickly approaching colleens max time allowed for not blogging and staying linked to her page. so in honor of her birthday yesterday, and her one-year boston anniversary today, i blog...

so what's new? a lot. new job, new roommates, new perspective on life. new people, new shoes, new places to eat lunch, and new lunch mates. new gchat friends, new books, new glasses (eek),
new grass, and other new stuff too sacred for this blog. i'm loving it all so much. have i ever mentioned that my life rocks? well it does. remember when i went to alaska 2 weeks ago? yeah, that was awesome (pictures and a blog forthcoming). oh, oh, and remember when i went to seattle for preston and marie's wedding reception and it was fantastically amazing? yeah, i remember that (pictures and a blog forthcoming). my life is honestly chalk full of great stuff, due in part to the fact that i live in boston- pretty much one of the best cities in the entire world- but also because of my fantastic friends and family. now you know i love you all, but i have to highlight a few people in my life for just one sec. first, my mom. favorite moment of this week was when she called to see if carri and i want the 2 trench coats she found in the basement, which she plans to throw out. trench coats. anyway, there's also rachel, who makes me feel like every time i'm in her presence i'm the best thing since sliced bread. and also nat, who gchat battles with me better than anyone i know, and who's company i'm always a fan- no matter the circumstances. the point is, i freaking love my life and that's as much as i have to say right now.

ZZZZzzzzz

remember when i used to blog? yeah, that was cool...

before i go

some randomness before i pack up the computer and ship it back to the place from whence it came:

i'm a horrible blog friend. i realize i've not commented on any one's posts in weeks, but that doesn't mean i'm not reading them. i love you all. you rock my world, and please keep up the good work. i fear that my inability to check blogs and comment will only increase from here on out.

today is beautiful. i laid on my roof for nearly an hour before coming in to clean out my closet and put away all my winter clothes. just my luck, it will drop to negative 12 tonight and i'll be sorry.

speaking of cold, i'm headed to anchorage on sunday (after making a fantastic stop in seattle for preston and marie's wedding reception). apparently, however, it's not too cold there, so i won't need to unpack said winter clothes.

hummus is good.

kayaking on the charles is a splendid activity. i recommend doing it. i also recommend using the word "splendid".

i need a slurpee.

i need a car to get said slurpee.

maybe i'll ride the t into harvard square to get a slurpee.

ok. gotta go.

my life's mantra

"If everything seems under control, you're just not going fast enough." -- Mario Andretti

i love her

living deliberately

peggy would probably do this post more justice, but since she's on sabbatical, you'll have to put up with me.

let me just say that she and i took a lovely swim in walden pond today. first swim of the season, baby!

also, we met her new boyfriend harry, and she built them a pet pig named hubert (pictured below).

so there you go, about as boring a post as ever, but a monumental day of the year worth documenting.

especially for erin

i need to point out a few things:

a. shady mcshaderson. who is she? who knows.
b. software programmer in training. 35 years later, he still dresses the same.
c. erin's 'UGE glasses. she could probably lick them if she tried.
d. yes, not only is my hair crimped, there is also a random section pulled to the side.
e. 3 words: acid wash jeans.
f. tree growing out of concrete. amazing.

welcome to 1988.

only in boston...

can you go to opening night of the boston pops (with ben folds) and see a fistfight break out in the balcony.

black sheep

first day of kindergarten and senior year.
i'd say that my parents pretty much set me up to be different.

setting expectations

i am a hermit until thursday evening. who will play with me then?

anyone?

anyone?

do you guys even remember me?