tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39535292011-04-21T17:57:50.050-04:00Chris: The Man and the MythInside the mind of ME.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-1098140264715708702004-10-18T18:42:00.000-04:002004-10-18T18:57:44.716-04:00Adam was telling me about reading funny blogs last week, and this reminded me of something - I have a blog. I was shocked when I realized I'd written in it as recently as ten months ago, as I thought I'd given up on it somewhere in sophomore year when Pober stopped doing his and the whole enterprise seemed less funny.
I've spent at least four hours today studiously avoiding writing a paper I Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-1072526087439087532003-12-27T06:54:00.000-05:002003-12-27T06:56:13.170-05:00Up at 6 am for no particular reason. Listening to Hendrix at Woodstock. Voodoo Child -> The Star Spangled Banner -> Purple Haze is among the greatest thing ever. Every extended guitar strumming bit in the world (yes, you, Derek Trucks Band) wants to be this. I wish Hendrix were alive today - sure, he'd be 60 or so, and the afro would be gray, but he'd still be jamming endlessly and I'd pay to seeChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-1067384894900805682003-10-28T18:48:00.000-05:002003-10-28T18:48:21.780-05:00I remain the king of the rain.
The Yankees losing the World Series this weekend was a nice pick me up, but it shows how little sports affects me now that I'd basically forgotten about it two days later until I actively tried to reconstruct my weekend.
You know what'd be nice about going to a school where I didn't have to read several books a week? The ability to get people together on Sunday Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-1065986808623905142003-10-12T15:26:00.000-04:002003-10-12T15:26:48.523-04:00On break, laying around on a Sunday afternoon. I'll soon find the energy to move from the computer to the TV to watch the rest of the Giants game, but that can wait.
Saw the Strokes the other night in Philly - excellent show. They've got that great rock'n'roll swagger that is sorely missing from a lot of bands these days (including ones I happen to really love, like Guster). There was something Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-1064377083923349792003-09-24T00:18:00.000-04:002003-09-24T00:18:03.830-04:00I wonder if alerting people to my Blog's existence will make my posts more coherent. Sort of like cleaning up when you know people are coming over. Actually, that was often the plan freshman year, and we'd be good for a few days, but then the place would end up trashed right before the arrival of the person we were cleaning for. So the odds aren't good.
Just one quick thing tonight - I've found Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-1064337953639586072003-09-23T13:25:00.000-04:002003-09-23T13:25:53.396-04:00After skipping UMBC this weekend so that I could do work (not so much - Chris' actual activity = watching Michigan-Oregon) and be fresh for Plenary, I'm really excited to debate again. Swat novice is this weekend, and our kids look good, so I'm happy for them, but I'm looking forward to Wesleyan, where I'll be debating with Palmieri. I think it's ass kicking time.
Wesleyan's also great because Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-1064010690134138262003-09-19T18:31:00.000-04:002003-09-19T18:31:29.870-04:00Lindsay has left for Scotland. This is sad for me, and great for her. She needs some time out of the country. Why is it that so many people our age need to leave?
Terry thinks I should vote Edwards, and honestly, after looking at a bit about him, he's a possibility. I'm still a Republican, so I'll let the Dems make the decisions for themselves as far as who gets to make the big challenge, but IChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-1063581601093787692003-09-14T19:20:00.000-04:002003-09-14T19:20:01.080-04:00The common thread amongst the seemingly random events of my love life is the utter randomness of them all.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-1062990570205377032003-09-07T23:09:00.000-04:002003-09-07T23:09:30.236-04:00So the Blog has lain dormant over the summer, because I only really write in here when there's some good carnage to spew about, and there really wasn't any of that this summer. Everything was very pleasant, really. Adam and I discovered some new and interesting things, most notably the Reverend Vince Anderson and his Love Choir, which completely destroys church. There's nothing quite like findingChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-942974662003-05-13T20:36:00.000-04:002003-05-13T20:36:10.533-04:00Just some song lyrics today - "Rain King" by the Counting Crows. Been listening to this one a lot this afternoon, and it's really hitting me. Sums up a lot of how I feel after the ups and downs dealing with female gender this semester. Usually my music obsession of the semester has a lot to do with my mood, and the Crows are it for those one because every song is a moody love song, which has feltChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-941559482003-05-11T13:28:00.000-04:002003-05-11T13:28:18.750-04:00Been a while. The last week or so has been spent picking through the emotional wreckage of last weekend (everyone reasing this either knows the story or can feel free to ask), but I think that's finally done. I buried a hatchet last night, and that feels fantastic... sometimes, even when things are done, they need to end the right way before everyone can move on and live happily ever after, and Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-935003992003-04-29T21:06:00.000-04:002003-04-29T21:06:44.936-04:00I don't tend to write about ethics and such on this thing, mainly because it turns it into this bizarre bully pulpit which I'm uncomfortable with (I like having someone to respond to me), and also because I don't find it too cathartic. But something's on my mind, so here goes.
So I was sitting in my room today, enjoying the fact that my American Foreign Policy prof had decided the last week of Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-928879232003-04-19T10:19:00.000-04:002003-04-19T10:19:21.000-04:00Chris is a happy boy.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-926916702003-04-15T23:13:00.000-04:002003-04-15T23:13:55.996-04:00Fuck fear.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-925682932003-04-14T02:40:00.000-04:002003-04-19T10:16:55.000-04:00I have had three full days subsumed by debate. I'm really glad the year is over, because I was feeling really burnt out. At the same time, this weekend reminded me of what I love about debate, and so it was very good for me. Some thoughts:
-Debating against Pat and Phil was a cool experience. Following Phil LaRochelle is not the easiest thing to do, but I feel I acquitted myself quite well. I'm Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-923455092003-04-10T03:03:00.000-04:002003-04-10T03:03:03.310-04:00I really need to listen to some more Guster. The lyrics that follow are for a song called Demon, and not only is the musical aspect cool, but I think the lyrics are incredibly profound. The eternal lament of the "nice guy" who feels forced to become something he doesn't particularly like because that's what seems to actually work. Great stuff.
My words confuse you
My eyes don’t move a blink
Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-921498062003-04-07T10:21:00.000-04:002003-04-07T10:21:09.076-04:00So I'm 20. I'm feeling like the whole teenage thing summed up to a mild dissappointment. The last couple of years were good, but there was also plenty of stupid angsty teenage crap. (Witness 17, the year that produced all those, ahem, interesting pieces of writing about Long Island girls and prom dates).
What's the plan for the 20s? I'm thinking a little more maturity, hopefully some more moneyChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-918938482003-04-03T00:18:00.000-05:002003-04-03T00:18:53.513-05:00Carissa gets woman of the week honors for setting me straight about the perils of dating Mormon girls.
Kate and Linz share second for the being the peppy supportive friends a shy guy always needs.
Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-918238712003-04-02T00:41:00.000-05:002003-04-02T00:41:00.450-05:00I am nothing but lethargic.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-916575722003-03-30T13:09:00.000-05:002003-03-30T13:09:25.716-05:00AIM is not the place for important conversations. Have you ever tried to convey something even a bit complex on AIM? You end up writing long, epic tracts to explain thins that would be obvious by intonation and such in a telephone conversation. Sigh.
Murphy's Irish Stout is great, as is box o' wine. And Phil Collins kicks ass.
Yale was a painful in assorted ways. It ran extremely late, Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-912311122003-03-23T12:50:00.000-05:002003-03-23T12:50:31.110-05:00Been meaning to update this for a while now. I actually had an entry written on Thursday night of break, but then I changed my mind about some things, and didn't have the time to rewrite it before I went to Atlantic City. That, btw, was amusing. Did a little gambling (hoorah for slot machines), but the place itself was the main amusement. We went to Caesar's and it was really like being in Rome, Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-902242822003-03-06T01:43:00.000-05:002003-03-06T01:43:34.263-05:00Well, I haven't touched this thing in a good three months. I think I got worried that my big mouth would come back to bite me in the ass, but honestly, if people can't deal with me delivering my honest feelings, fuck'em, right?
I feel so incredibly serene right now. I was talking with Kate the other night and realized that I have absolutely nothing to complain about, other than a sometimes Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-852199142002-11-28T13:48:00.000-05:002002-11-28T13:48:43.253-05:00So it's Thanksgiving, and because I've got a while until we head over to my grandmother's for dinner (the Italian grandma will feed me well), I finally have the time to do the post I've been meaning to do for several days. I honestly belief that people, not things or events, make life worth living, and hence, it's people who I'm thankful for this year. So, without further ado, people who I'm Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-850415022002-11-25T01:11:00.000-05:002002-11-25T01:11:43.956-05:00I was just about to finish a really long and funny post, honest. Then my computer crashed.
The salient points:
-The weekend was very pleasant.
-Debating with Adam was great, it's always quite relaxing to debate with a good friend since you like being around them.
-Booze from Kate and the GW team and pot from Erin eased the annoying APDA political stress quite well.
-Cartoons and bad movies Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-848356182002-11-20T17:06:00.000-05:002002-11-20T17:06:38.030-05:00Can my week get any more nuts?
Let's see: I've had to write two papers, six pages apiece, which isn't so bad, I guess. The second of the papers isn't due until Monday, but I figured since my weekend will be psychotic, getting it done early would be good. So I've spent a lot of time in the library over the last three days, but I think it was worth it.
Found out Monday that Haverford's debate Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953529.post-846773822002-11-17T18:04:00.000-05:002002-11-18T00:00:42.000-05:00Three words for my weekend: Holy fucking shit.
Holy fucking shit, I've finally gotten myself a blog. Credit goes to Lindsay Richman for inviting me onto a group blog, thus forcing me to sign up, and since I'm already signed up, I may as well TRY and pull something together. Posts may be frequent or infrequent. Don't stone me if I ignore this thing for a while (not that any of you would do that, Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05792602945329370241noreply@blogger.com0