Down On Ferry Farm

This seems to be the summer of movie's. A few year's ago, while my time was still fairly loose, I decided to take in whatever movie came along. If it even remotely interested me in any way I’d go see it. I can’t recall one movie that I saw in that period of time. I did, however, see “Get Smart” on Friday. It was probably the most low-key movie I’ve seen in a while. There were a few scene's with a lot of action but everything else was fairly laid back for a secret agent movie. I judge a movie on the journey, not on the destination so I would have to say that I enjoyed the trip. My biggest issue with it is that it was too far removed from the original. There were joke's going off that no one was laughing at (but me) because they paid tribute to the original. So I’m in the theater early so I can get a good seat (plus I live right across the street from the place) and I choose the center seat in the top row. The theater has an upper level and a lower level with the entrance

A child’s birthday party – I went to a child’s birthday party not too long ago (twins, no less). From a distance, kids are great but, up close, they’re mutants. Let me explain: you take two disparate people who get together and make a chemical reaction happen and out pops this child. This child is – literally – a mutant pool of their parent’s genes. There’s a little of each parent in that child. That’s all I’m saying. Happy accident – So I get home tonight and see what’s on my TiVo. Listed was a comedy special of Kathy Griffin. I like her and I’ve seen a few of her specials so I thought I’d watch a few minutes and see if the material seemed familiar. What it actually caught was “The Actor’s Studio” with George Carlin. So I watched and it was good. A few of the things he said were kind of prophetic -- the parts where he talked about what he'd like to see before he died. Through another one – Last night I went on a date with another young lady who ‘fit the mold’ of what they have

When we first hear a song something happens – we judge it. We either like it or we don’t like it. It is weighed on its merits (in our minds) and given a passing or failing grade. If you’re ambivalent about it, then it has failed. Obviously, we collect music that appeals to us, it makes us feel something or maybe it just reminds us of a time in our life where things were easier or better. We are most open to music in our formative teen years. Whatever it is that’s playing on the radio is (usually) the best music of our lives. Okay, so we hear a song we’ve heard before. Again, we judge it – “Do I like this song or not?”. If not, we change the station or press the button for the next piece of music. If we listen, we add that song to our soul like a small patch of skin that eventually melts in with the rest. It is the cumulative nature of music and each song affects how we receive the next song. It’s like tasting cinnamon before a sip of wine – it flavors what we will taste. We have spent

I can’t hear myself think tonight because the planes are flying overhead. They never fly when it rains, only on nights when the weather is good enough to have the windows open. I’m anxious tonight for some reason and I can’t figure out why. I feel like I need to be doing something or maybe something I forgot to do – I don’t know but it’s bugging me. I’m also very ‘blah’ tonight and I can’t figure out why. I really don’t know myself this evening. I was talking with DubDub earlier tonight. I had just sat down to dinner. I was all ensconced. My eating utensil at the ready. The phone rings. I let dinner go cold while we talked. She was doing some grocery shopping and I was her entertainment. For as long as we haven’t seen each other or talked we had surprisingly little to say to one another. I wasn’t hiding anything from her just nothing new going on in life that she didn’t already know. I don’t know if I mentioned this before but she is moving out of town. Yeah, she got some big promotion

Well, it happened again. I am the recipient of another “thanks but no thanks” letter – this time from Marie. I wasn’t really pinning my hopes on anything yet but it is a little disappointing. No one likes to be rejected. Oh, I got the usual response “you’re a great guy but it just wasn’t there for me”. Whatever! I love those little euphemisms we use to indicate softness in a hard situation. “Take care”, “take it easy”, “see you around”, “thanks for everything”. Let’s break these down, shall we? Take care – Why would I want to ‘take’ care when I want it given to me? Take it easy – Hey, I’ll take it any way it comes. See you around – Well, if you’re giving me the big ‘kiss off’ then you WON’T see me around, will you? Thanks for everything – This translates to “thanks for nothing” in my estimation. Yea, I’m a little bitter, a little dejected at the moment. I’m sure I’ll come around but it just feels like a personal attack when someone says “you’re nice but I don’t ever want to see you

First, a quote (that has nothing to do with this entry): “Today the world changes so quickly that in growing up we take leave not just of youth but of the world we were young in…” – Peter Medawar I thought that was pretty cool. On to personal news: I had another outing with Marie last night. We traded e-mails earlier in the week and decided where we wanted to go. Around Thursday she admitted that she had a dental appointment on Friday where she was getting her first ever cavity filled and that she might not be her normal self. Apparently the Novocain affected her in a strange way. It not only numbed the area but made her a little weird – weird, but in a good way (I thought). Because of the way she felt she ended up cutting the evening short, in my estimation. We had a very nice dinner at this place down at the beach. The restaurant overlooked the ocean and the breeze coming off the water made the temperature just perfect. I was worried it might be too unbearably hot for us to sit ther

I recently went looking for “Dead Poet’s Society” on DVD – you know, because it’s a good movie – and found it bundled with “Good Morning Vietnam”. I like Robin Williams and all, but wasn’t sure about the double bill. For $4.99 I couldn’t pass it up. 2 movies for 5 dollars. Wow. So I watched DPS first. The first thing that struck me is the ‘transfer’ was not the greatest. On a DVD you’d like to see a nice crisp picture. This looks like someone hit the record button on the DVD and the play button on a VCR. It was good enough, I guess. I can’t argue with the $5 price. The movie deals with a new English teacher at a staunchtly-disciplined prep school in the late 50’s. He is teaching the young men to be independent thinkers when the establishment wants none of that. Conservatism be damned, this group of boys strikes out with as much gusto as they can muster and they dare to flaunt the rules – sometimes with great success and sometimes with fatal results. I love the landscape paintbrush the

Well they say a man should always dress for the job he wants So why am I dressed up like a pirate in this restaurant? It's all because some hacker stole my identity Now I'm in here every evening serving chowder and ice tea Shoulda gone to free credit report dot com I coulda seen this comin' at me like an atom bomb They monitor your credit and send you e-mail alerts So you don't end up selling fish to tourists in t-shirts Well, I was shoppin' for a new car, which one's me? A cool Convertible or an SUV? Too bad I didn't know that my credit was whack, Cuz' now I'm drivin' off a lot in a used Subcompact. F-R-E-E that spells free, Credit report dot com baby. Saw their ads on my T.V. Thought about going, but was too lazy. Now instead of lookin' fly n rollin' phat, My legs are sticking to the vinyl and my posse's gettin' laughed at. F-R-E-E that spells free, Credit report dot com baby.

On Friday I went out for drinks with some of the people at work. We talk about the usual stuff and it somehow wraps around to the job or people at the office. I guess up to now people needed to know what could and could not be said about people at work. Usually the President of the company joins us but he was out of town. There were only 4 of us this time (me and 3 women) and the gloves came off. We raked almost everyone over the coals. I found out who was liked and who was hated (luckily, I didn’t like this guy they were discussing). Then came the inevitable talk of office romance. Two of the younger ‘kids’ in the office had apparently spent some late nights in the office. As far as I could tell from the conversation no physical activities had taken place. I expressed the opinion that I didn’t feel that the two people in question would make a good couple. One of the other women agreed with me as well. I think there are just romantics that want to see two people get together no matter

I never know how to effectively tell a story when the byline is so good. I don’t want to ‘bury the lead’ but I also don’t want to blow the story in the first sentence. I went on a date with Bachelorette #5 last night. As I sat in the restaurant waiting for her to arrive, I thought to myself that this service has sent me some nice women, but they always seemed to have a couple extra pounds. Don’t get me wrong, these women carried it well and they were always within my range of tolerance. When ‘Marie’ arrived last night I felt like I hit the jackpot. Finally a thin, petite and pretty young lady. I am NOT kidding you when I tell you that she looked like this: I was totally and unequivocally blown away. She is smart, funny, thoughtful and spiritual. I could go on with the adjectives but I’m going to control myself. We had a very nice conversation while we sat and drank our wine. All in all, it was better than I could have ever expected. We left each other talking of getting together again

Over the weekend, I spent some time with G-lady. I hadn’t seen her in a while and she wanted to go to Sunday brunch at this place where we normally go to dinner. We were expecting regular brunch fare but instead were handed regular dinner menus. She’s getting hard to deal with these days. Almost every sentence out of her mouth begins with “I Want…” and there’s almost an expectation for me to deliver it. - I want a new pair of sunglasses - I want to have an iPod player in the back of my apartment - I want more songs in iTunes I’m thinking to myself “then just DO IT and shut up about it”. She asks my advice on this stuff, I tell her what I think, then she does what she wants anyway. At brunch she was talking about clothes she bought for an upcoming trip and what she’s describing sounds totally inappropriate for a woman her age and size. If she was a 6-foot blond who was 20-something then maybe. I tried to relay the idea that, like fragrances, clothes don’t work on women ‘of a certain age