This Just In… June 27, 2007
Posted by cc in DC, dating, frontpage, internet, metro, news, speeding tickets.2 comments
I give you news, cc style.
The Good:
“The Chocolate Wars” - Wonkette
And I don’t drink my way through a shitty underpaid job, I drink my way through shitty, overpaid jobs to compensate for my utter lack of interest or enthusiasm.
the cc take : So if the man-woman ratio in DC really is 47-53, I think picked good place for a straight, single man to be, right? FYI for you ladies that live in Virginia, the odds are a bit better. For what it’s worth, I quite possibly fall in the “hot ones who don’t even bother making an effort to get into your pants” category more often than not.
The Bad:
“Hefty Fees In Store For Misbehaving VA Drivers” – washingtonpost.com
Say you are driving 78 mph on the Capital Beltway and a state trooper tickets you for “reckless driving — speeding 20 mph over.” You will probably be fined $200 by the judge. But then you will receive a new, additional $1,050 fine from the Old Dominion, payable in three convenient installments. So convenient that you must pay the first one immediately, at the courthouse.
Driving without a license? Maybe a $75 fine. Definitely a $900 fee from Virginia.
the cc take: *expletive deleted* This is dickrickulous. I understand the goal is to get people to slow the hell down and make them fund the highways, but there’s got to be another way doesn’t there? Lawyers will love it, courthouses will hate it, and I can’t wait to see people taking out loans to pay these things off.
The Ugly: Paris liberated, bimbos rejoice - New York Post
“I don’t understand what the big deal is; she’s a nobody,” said an irate deputy at Century Regional Detention Center, happy to see Hilton check out.
the cc take: As much as I hate to admit that this story even exists, I couldn’t resist laughing indefinitely at the cover of the Post once I saw it today… a true moment of Zen. With any luck this story will finally go away.
-cc
Reason To Live June 25, 2007
Posted by cc in Random Kiss Song References, frontpage, kissing, music, rock music, sufjan stevens.3 comments
Originally uploaded by David G Kelly.
For the last several months I’ve felt as though I’m on some radical mission here in Northern Virginia that will eventually lead me to be called back into reality (aka the midwest) to bide my merry time in solitude. Then there was last week:
Wednesday : Dinner with high school friend plus roommate. Drinks. Galaxy Hut. Mrs. Pac Man. 5:30 AM finish with said roommate. Much Procrastination.
Friday: Baseball. Hot Dogs with Mustard; Miller Genuine Draft. Close moments on a crowded train. More smiles than I can count. My favorite city spot; Peach Cobbler.
Long before the Sufjan Stevens came forth from the jukebox, we both knew where this night was going. Yes, I said Sufjan Stevens. How and why it got us in the mood, the world may never know.
Some moments are impossible to describe. Words, music, and nature may try to emulate the thought, the feel, or the sound of it, but they never are enough. Somehow the elements blend together, the world just stops, and two bodies share a moment.
It was time to go in for the kiss I had postponed from Wednesday. Like a 16 year old in the back of a rusted out Chevy, I leaned in, inching closer to her lips. The moment was finally upon us and just as I could almost taste her lips, she quietly withdrew.
She called my bluff. We had been delaying the inevitable for 72 hours at this point, and just as I was certain it was safe, she gently reminded me that nothing is a given. Somehow, this made the situation even more fantastic.
It is dangerous to divulge too much in a blog. Alas, it’s rather fun. If only more weeks were this productive.
cc
Home June 18, 2007
Posted by cc in 18th St. Singers, family, home, metro, music, singing, thought.3 comments
Originally uploaded by Ben Olinsky.
As I cruised through the HOV lane flying solo on my PM commute, I glanced at the blinking signs that read :
“Caution, Ozone Advisory. Please Carpool or use Transit. “
In a million years I never thought I’d be part of the problem. At any rate, following my typical workout routine, I heeded the aforementioned advice and jumped on the metro train towards Chocolate City.
Orange Line to Metro Center. Transfer to Glenmont train. A common event for me these days, it always seems to take me at least 2 trains to get where I’m going in the city. I’ve also grown rather accustomed to being what I like to call an “ipod loner” on the metro. You know who I’m talking about: the people that just crank up their music and pretend nothing around them exists until magically they exit the train. .
And then I stepped off the metro. Judiciary Square. Not exactly what I would call the most “exciting” metro stop on a weeknight, but just a short block away, I reached my final destination.
I entered a small church sanctuary on the corner of 4th and E, and suddenly my ears were engulfed in polyphony, comforted in warm dissonance, and lulled by a deliciousness not tasted in so long. A familiar Somoan tune followed by less familiar but increasingly beautiful arrangements took me through continents, time, and space.
After observing for nearly an hour, my mission was simple: impress them enough to earn a coveted spot in the group. This was my mission prior to hearing the 18th Street Singers, but now I could taste it. I could feel it. I wanted it so badly.
Upwards of 10PM I started into some vocalise, was pitchy on some arpeggios, and sight read somewhat decently l before changing keys twice in my prepared solo. My exhaustion had definitely gotten the best of me, but there was plenty of positive energy to carry me through a rather successful audition. Even the director admitted that he is “tough on the good ones” , a criticism taken in stride.
And there it was. A feeling of community, of belonging to something. A feeling I have not yet felt in DC. A feeling that I will do anything to kindle.
Home.
-cc
Who is your Daddy and what does he do? June 17, 2007
Posted by cc in arnold schwarzenegger movie quotes, family, father's day, heros, thought.add a comment
I was on the phone yesterday to dispute a charge on my credit card and as the call was wrapping up the woman on the other end of the phone mixed up her standard closing on me:
“Thank you sir, and if you’re a father, have a happy Father’s Day.”
Pause.
Now, I am not saying that I have any resemblance to a bull in a field of heifers, but I did stop to think for a moment before responding to her comment.
“I am not a father, but thank you.”
Given the substantial scientific evidence which suggests that most sperm would perish within 3-7 days inside of a woman’s body, not to mention the length of time since that situation has occurred in my life, I felt safe in my response.
Once I hung up the phone, I couldn’t help but think what my life would be like if my answer was different. At age 25 I still lack the discipline to balance a checkbook and make it out of bed before noon on the weekend, among other vices.
I suppose the above was my roundabout way of giving my dad some mad props. He was a bright eyed newlywed and a father at age 19 and never looked back. If he had it to do all over again, he would be working with technology because it has always been an interest of his, but by the time he was supporting two children and a wife it was too late to turn back.
My father has worked several odd jobs within banking institutions and federal loan programs for the last 30 years, but he has been best at being a father first. There was never a season where he missed the chance to coach our sports teams, take us out into the wilderness to search for fossils, or teach us the fine art of being a handyman or cooking an animal on an open flame.
As much as I’m living out my career in technology and exploring the east coast for myself, in some ways it’s also for dad. Being given the chance to do the things he chose only to dream of in order for my brother and I to succeed is something I can’t easily repay. This is the stuff that heros are made of.
Much Love Dad.
-cc
