Archive for November, 2002

lonely turkey day

Thursday, November 28th, 2002

Very lonely turkey day. Sitting at home all day alone. Everyone I know is at home with their families—not that I really have that much inclination to be sitting around the dinner table with my family but at least I would not be alone. It’s really my own fault; I think that if I had called up the Mische’s and talk to them I would have been invited to dinner. But every time I called them in the afternoons when I got home they where not there. I could have left a message on their answering machine but I kept saying, “no, I’ll just call back.” And human nature being what it is, I would not call later that night, and the same thing would happen a few days later when I did call back. J——- and K– are at her parents house, S—— is doing the family thing all the way to New Jersey, I have not heard from C——, and Flugie is in Europe (otherwise I might have gone to New York for the weekend if they would have me.) And of course C——- is in England—the highlight of my day was talking to her on messenger.

Thanksgiving is one of my three big holidays: Forth of July and New Years being the others I really enjoy. The traditional religious holidays have not really been much to me since before I was a teenager. Being agnostic I don’t get much out of them spiritually and the family aspect was less than amazing in my house. So ever since I was a teenager I have celebrated the three big secular holidays in America. Thanksgiving may seem a little out there when you consider it is supposed to be a family oriented affair, but I usually celebrate it with my friends. Though I do have dinner at home with my family—for my moms sake.

A year ago today I was in Belgium breaking the law (see this entry [] and this one [].) I really wish I was somewhere in Europe still. I went down to Xando’s this afternoon to get some coffee and all around me where people speaking in foreign languages. I heard French (from two cute little French girls laughing at whatever they where talking about,) Spanish (from a few different directions, but my Spanish is so bad that they might have been speaking Portuguese or even Icelandic—no really, it sounds like Spanish!) and I think I hear two or three other languages I cannot even place. I think the bartender was the only other one who was a native English speaker! Really makes me miss being in Europe—not to mention it makes it hit home how much of a holiday Thanksgiving is in America. Oh well, better luck next year. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone out there.


Wednesday, November 27th, 2002
James Joyce

Ulysses is, without qualification the worst book I have ever read. James Joyce makes me sick. The book is convoluted tour-de-force of bad writing and attempts to “push the boundaries of a novel,” all of which, individually and in essence, have been used to good effect… by other authors. The worst thing about this whole disaster is that there are sparkles of really amazing writing but they are mostly confined to passages where Stephen Dedalus speaks to some of his fellow teachers. The fact that you know Joyce can write this well makes the rest of the book that much more of a disappointment. I don’t know how Ulysses keeps making it to the top of editors choice lists. They must know something I don’t—and I would consider myself fairly well educated and well read. My advice: don’t waist your time reading Ulysses, unless you are hopelessly in love with Modernist writing.

in a bar…

Wednesday, November 27th, 2002

person: “So, who do you work for?”

beggs: “The customer.”

person: “Who’s the customer?”

beggs: “No idea.”

person: “Ahhh, government contractor.”

beggs: “No comment.”

person: “I’ll drink to that.”

crashing linux

Tuesday, November 26th, 2002

Ohh, Jebus junked-up Christ! I completely funked up my computer last night while trying to set up the DSL modem to come up and register automatically on boot. Somehow this trashed my X-windows setup so that it would not even start. Spent two hours hand rewriting my XF86Config file to get X to work again—then enlightenment would not start…. more headaches! Spent some time getting that to work, and now the DSL still does not come up on boot! I don’t know what else to do. I added the entry to the init and rc.d using chkconfig. Everything looks good during boot but then sometimes I can ping Verizon and no one else and sometimes I can’t ping anyone—but I can never ping everyone. And to add to this headache, I seam to have hosed up my gaim settings so that none of the plugins work which means I cannot connect to MSN with gaim—and that’s the network C——- is on! Ahhh! The long and short of all this is that I spent five hours jerking off my laptop last night and nothing has changed. I love Linux!

net access

Saturday, November 23rd, 2002

I finally have Internet access! So now I can update my journal! Probably lost all four or five of my regular readers in the past three weeks. Oh well, c’est la vie.

Anyway, not much new here to talk about. The biggest thing in my life is lack of things in my life. I am sitting on a chair I stole from my parents house—one of my three pieces of furniture; bed, chair and coffee table. I have finished painting my apartment—the bed room is fine, a few mistakes but those are my fault. The living room on the other hand is making me mad. I painted it red and not only is the red a brighter color then I thought it was but I can see all the roller lines and brush strokes, everywhere that the paint overlaps there is a darker spot—the color it is supposed to be! Problem is I put two coats on everything and have used all of my two gallons of paint! The other problem is when I pulled up the painters tape it took some spots of paint with it, so there are white marks here and there around the trim. And where it did not pull up the tape it looks like crap anyway because the paint somehow got under the tape so the trim does not form a nice clean line with the wall. All in all I feel like my paint job is significantly sub-par. Oh well. Nothing to do about it now—don’t have the money or desire to repaint it or paint another coat on it.

Anyway, bunch of stuff happened over the past few weeks that I would have posted journal entries on but not having net access at home prevented that and I’m just to lazy to try to post them now—not to mention I am having a Geritol moment thinking about it. But, I’m back on line—more post to come!

reach out and touch someone.

Monday, November 11th, 2002

Communicate with the world—I have a phone! So now I can call people and speak with them. Make plans. Etc. After this week I should also have Internet service. Maybe then I will update the site more often. Been busy the past few weeks. Been lazy too. Still have not managed to finish painting my apartment. My excuses was that it has 12′ ceilings and I did not have a ladder, but I have one now. I just don’t want to do it tonight. Maybe I wait till tomorrow…

president bush is a fucking genius

Friday, November 8th, 2002

The woman on TV said so! She said, “I think this shows the genius of President Bush,” in reference to the UN passing the Iraq resolution. I don’t think I agree with this. Call me doubtful, call me stupid, hell call me a Democrat but I just don’t think President Bush is a genius. Commander and Chief he may be, President of the US he may be—but it does not change the fact that he is the illegitimate offspring of a monkey and a duck!

not voting

Tuesday, November 5th, 2002

Because I am/have been/will be residing in a DC where I am not eligible to vote because I just moved in. I could vote in Virginia, they would never know that I have already moved. But I think to vote even though the outcome will not directly affect me is not in the “spirit” of the system. Sure I could go and vote just to keep the party I don’t like from winning, but then I would be playing party politics—something I despise (don’t we all?) So I will not be voting this year. First time since I turned 18, I even voted while I was in England!

Magic Mountain

Saturday, November 2nd, 2002

Thomas Mann, Translated By John E. Woods


Magic Mountain is hard to read—dense and slow moving, but that is part of the plot, distortion of time. Mann follows Hans Castrop, “one of life’s problem children” during his stay at a sanitarium in the Swiss Alps in the years preceding World War I. The characters who inhabit the sanitarium and the valley around it are just that, complete characters displaying every possible aspect of all the varied cultures of Europe in the early 1900’s. A good book, but it must have lost something in the translation because at times it just did not hold my attention.

If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler

Saturday, November 2nd, 2002

Italo Clavino, Translated By William Weaver


I just finished If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler, it’s absolutely amazing. The whole idea behind it is so unique and so engrossing that it’s hard to describe the book without taking away some of it’s charm to a first time reader. Calvino’s imagination runs rampant in If on a Winter’s Night, every chapter taking the Reader in a different direction and engrossing them in a new story. Just read it.