My readers know me as a man well in touch with feelings, both my own as well as those I project onto others. I have a sensitive side. I chafe! And recently, thanks to Skype, I've been privileged to sit in on some provocative "girl chat" initiated by my fiancee and her roomies. Without going into any details and risk severing the line of "girly trust" I've been able to establish, let me say that had I not been born a man (which I was, sideburns and all), I think I might have enjoyed being a girl, just like that flowery song goes...
...of course, I would have very little choice whether I enjoyed being a girl or not, being born a girl and all. Not that I would probably notice (on account of being a girl and all...). But, oh! Thank God He made me a dude just like Him! All MEN truly are created EQUAL! In His own image! Bros before Hos!
(thatwasjustajokebabeeyouknowIdon'treallymeanthatLOVEYOU!!!)
I bought pro tools last month and I've been having fun messing with sounds. I learned how to post them on box.net, so you'll find much to be amused and lulled into a frenzy by. As soon as I make more, that is... speaking of which, I better make tracks.
hehe.
get it?
"make tracks"
As in "I better get going now"
...
I'll explain the joke (for you ladies) in a later post! Peace 'n I'm out!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
AND also a smidge blubbery
Class went pretty well today I think. I'm teaching Audio Techniques in Production this Fall, worth 4 units! I've been an easy prof. I don't let students turn work in late or anything, but my tests are easy and I usually let out early.
It took me awhile to feel like I'm doing it okay. The teaching, I mean. I want to be prepared --like really, really prepared--powerpoint and everything! Videos already digitized and edited to be shown as lecture examples. All the bells 'n whistleys. Whooooeeet! Ding-ding-ding!
I think I'm going to bring banana bread to class next Monday night. If I can get the landlord to fix the oven. And the stove, too. Both are currently on the fritz. I grilled pizzas yesterday on the outdoor bbq. I think my girlfriend would enjoy the pizzas, cause they came out grilly and charrey, just the way she likes 'em! Anyway, if I bribe the students now, maybe they'll write nice things about me in the class eval later on *nod*
To celebrate my acheivement of surviving another day of instruction, I'm treating myself to another one of my fiancee's (that's right!-- she's no longer the girlfriend I began writing about a few short blogs ago... she, CoRri (with the capital R), is now my betrothed!) Netflix-streamed movies. My ex-girlfriend is the best!
I proposed outside the penguin exhibit at the Oregon Zoo on CoRri's birthday, September 9. I got really bleary teary AND also a smidge blubbery. I do that sometimes.
I haven't blogged in awhile, mainly because I've been busy planning the proposal, preparing for my audio class, keeping my regular job at the school, and goofing off. But I love my reader (s?) tons tons tons, so I hope to resume blogging much more actively than before. And we've all heard that before... :P
It took me awhile to feel like I'm doing it okay. The teaching, I mean. I want to be prepared --like really, really prepared--powerpoint and everything! Videos already digitized and edited to be shown as lecture examples. All the bells 'n whistleys. Whooooeeet! Ding-ding-ding!
I think I'm going to bring banana bread to class next Monday night. If I can get the landlord to fix the oven. And the stove, too. Both are currently on the fritz. I grilled pizzas yesterday on the outdoor bbq. I think my girlfriend would enjoy the pizzas, cause they came out grilly and charrey, just the way she likes 'em! Anyway, if I bribe the students now, maybe they'll write nice things about me in the class eval later on *nod*
To celebrate my acheivement of surviving another day of instruction, I'm treating myself to another one of my fiancee's (that's right!-- she's no longer the girlfriend I began writing about a few short blogs ago... she, CoRri (with the capital R), is now my betrothed!) Netflix-streamed movies. My ex-girlfriend is the best!
I proposed outside the penguin exhibit at the Oregon Zoo on CoRri's birthday, September 9. I got really bleary teary AND also a smidge blubbery. I do that sometimes.
I haven't blogged in awhile, mainly because I've been busy planning the proposal, preparing for my audio class, keeping my regular job at the school, and goofing off. But I love my reader (s?) tons tons tons, so I hope to resume blogging much more actively than before. And we've all heard that before... :P
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Because I Love My Girlfriend
I do not question, ever, her tactics. Her tactics are adorably straightforward. She merely suggests, and I comply.
This is the agreeable arrangement that we have.
Take for example, the case of her forgetting her phone on a recent trip out of state. Now I, being the wonderful boyfriend I am, did not hesitate to rush to her aid after but the waif-ish of hints via a text message sent from a borrowed phone. Even now, as I write, I am only delaying my joyous trip to the United States Post Office which will whisk her haplessly discarded cell phone northward, into her open, expectant arms. Those wonderfully smooth caramel arms ending in the softest of fingers which beckon and point me in every which way.
This is the agreeable arrangement that we have.
Take for example, the case of her forgetting her phone on a recent trip out of state. Now I, being the wonderful boyfriend I am, did not hesitate to rush to her aid after but the waif-ish of hints via a text message sent from a borrowed phone. Even now, as I write, I am only delaying my joyous trip to the United States Post Office which will whisk her haplessly discarded cell phone northward, into her open, expectant arms. Those wonderfully smooth caramel arms ending in the softest of fingers which beckon and point me in every which way.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Olympic Patriotism
So, we're in the midst of the summer Olympic games taking place in Beijing. It's funny how connected to the events I feel, despite the 12-sum-odd-hour time difference, the fact that I'm catching up on most of the events via news headlines or post-event video highlights via the web, or the understanding that I have very little in common, athletically or otherwise, with the subjects of those news headlines and video highlights.
I had the privilege of discussing the topic of patriotism with my girlfriend's father the other day. He considers himself deeply patriotic. I've never deeply considered how I might fare, say on a scale of 1-10, towards US fandamonium. I've always felt more inclined to root for the underdog in most situations. And the US is rarely the underdog, at least since that Revolutionary war incident.
But the Olympics provides a rare opportunity for myself and many other self-deprecating Americans. And that is the opportunity to applaude, take pride in (wha?), and feel genuine accomplishment for both the American and international athletes come together to compete peaceably in these historic games. During this brief window of opportunity, we are all truly privileged to witness and react to, with unashamedly patriotic abandon, this shared world hootenanny.
And I'm very proud to be a part of it all... even if it is 12 hours delayed.
I had the privilege of discussing the topic of patriotism with my girlfriend's father the other day. He considers himself deeply patriotic. I've never deeply considered how I might fare, say on a scale of 1-10, towards US fandamonium. I've always felt more inclined to root for the underdog in most situations. And the US is rarely the underdog, at least since that Revolutionary war incident.
But the Olympics provides a rare opportunity for myself and many other self-deprecating Americans. And that is the opportunity to applaude, take pride in (wha?), and feel genuine accomplishment for both the American and international athletes come together to compete peaceably in these historic games. During this brief window of opportunity, we are all truly privileged to witness and react to, with unashamedly patriotic abandon, this shared world hootenanny.
And I'm very proud to be a part of it all... even if it is 12 hours delayed.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
The Universe Don't Subscribe to My Blog
Okay, so I haven't been blogging much. Some would say "not at all." I would say maybe I've been devoting all my blogging energy into learning to text my girlfriend more often. You'd think she would appreciate having her own personal mobile boyfriend blog, but alas...
She still thinks I should be blogging here at "Oh, Kyo" more often (especially since she's the one who set it up for me over four months ago, and it's lain pretty much dormant ever since).
So I'm sitting here, in my room (alone *sniff*), READY TO BLOG. I've got coffee. I've got no distractions whatsoever. One of my roommates even offers to take Gaucho for a walk, so that even his frequent doggie yawning won't be a discouragement to me. I open my laptop. I log onto the blog site. I sip my caffeinated beverage for good measure. Aaaand...
...I get a phone call from my cousin.
So we chat for a bit. And it isn't one of those short conversations, either. It's one of those "let's get caught up" conversations. Which is a good thing. Even a great thing, I would say 99% of the time, when you aren't otherwise preoccupied with trying to prove to your girlfriend and the WORLD that you actually care enough to use the blog she created, out of the mapley goodness of her pure ever-loving heart, for your own (but mostly her, I mean let's face it) amusement.
And finally here I am, return-ed from my long, yet long-overdue chat with a long-lost distant relative. And I have but one epiphany with which to simultaneously leave you and end this message. And it is this:
THE UNIVERSE DON'T SUBSCRIBE TO MY BLOG
She still thinks I should be blogging here at "Oh, Kyo" more often (especially since she's the one who set it up for me over four months ago, and it's lain pretty much dormant ever since).
So I'm sitting here, in my room (alone *sniff*), READY TO BLOG. I've got coffee. I've got no distractions whatsoever. One of my roommates even offers to take Gaucho for a walk, so that even his frequent doggie yawning won't be a discouragement to me. I open my laptop. I log onto the blog site. I sip my caffeinated beverage for good measure. Aaaand...
...I get a phone call from my cousin.
So we chat for a bit. And it isn't one of those short conversations, either. It's one of those "let's get caught up" conversations. Which is a good thing. Even a great thing, I would say 99% of the time, when you aren't otherwise preoccupied with trying to prove to your girlfriend and the WORLD that you actually care enough to use the blog she created, out of the mapley goodness of her pure ever-loving heart, for your own (but mostly her, I mean let's face it) amusement.
And finally here I am, return-ed from my long, yet long-overdue chat with a long-lost distant relative. And I have but one epiphany with which to simultaneously leave you and end this message. And it is this:
THE UNIVERSE DON'T SUBSCRIBE TO MY BLOG
Thursday, March 27, 2008
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