tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59791142011-04-21T17:08:48.149-05:00Come sit with a total strangerJeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comBlogger4241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1141357442021883362006-03-02T22:41:00.000-05:002006-03-02T22:45:13.563-05:00

I couldn't ignore the thesis giving me a cold look from across the room forever. Other, stranger things are happening that I think deserve a little attention, too. Hence, a breather. Back soon, with focus!

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Goddamn you Megan for showing me this picture. I want to go to the lake right now.M. executes a perfect dive from the cliffs at H22, Greers Ferry Lake, Heber Springs, Arkansas. Respect, waterproof disposable camera.I'm sick sick sick of work and school. My advisor just had a baby, complicating my graduation application process. Work is, well, work, and I find that I continue to employ my

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1139542644945964312006-02-09T22:10:00.000-05:002006-02-09T22:50:58.506-05:00

or Rubber spoon, rubber spoon, rubber spoon.V and I have a standing agreement that makes our dreary Foggy Bottom school- and workweek bearable: meet at Java Green every Tuesday and Thursday at 2 p.m. for delicious lunch and chatter. This usually ends up with us convincing ourselves to go get a bloody mary elsewhere, but today was much more bizarre. There was still quite a crowd by the time we

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I really like Numbers, so I'm especially happy that I was handed this nifty Tigerbeat6 compilation, Open Up and Say... @%_|^[!], a couple of years late. The Numbers track it contains, "Disease" from In My Mind All The Time, has been today's holy-shit-it's-cold-so-I-guess-I'll-take-the-bus soundtrack.When I'm on the bus,People are ill.From the air they breatheI could get a disease!They also do a

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I don't want to talk about it. Pray to whatever gods you (don't) believe in that I didn't actually break any bones in my foot. Nope, not that one, the other one. Wound week gets an extension.By the way, there is some (not too hilarious) hilarious irony in the fact that this is at once my four hundred and twentieth post at C-130, and probably the midpoint in my longest dry spell in recent

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1138400729202168102006-01-27T17:00:00.000-05:002006-01-27T17:25:29.270-05:00

I've bled entirely too frequently over the past five days. Monday night at V's birthday dinner, I slashed my thumb open with a pair of rusted-shut scissors. There was a veritable fountain of blood when I tensed the digit to see if I'd cut anything essential to oppostitional grip (which, all things considered, was kind of neat). Tuesday, trying to open our back door with the uninjured hand, I

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1138334771467827912006-01-26T22:46:00.000-05:002006-01-26T23:10:01.713-05:00

Chan Marshall may have her detractors, but I spent my last dollar on The Greatest after I heard "Living Proof." It reminds me of the very best of the girly radio crooners that my mom used to listen to on our gigantic console stereo. I suppose that's where the interest lies: the theme that Marshall's playing with Cat Power this time only feels like a gimmick to people who didn't grow up under

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1138258878407358442006-01-26T01:54:00.000-05:002006-01-26T23:08:38.663-05:00

There is so much fun music (and dance) coming up at the Black Cat that my thesis doesn't even register on the radar.Saturday, January 28: Will Eastman's Bliss (duh), $6Tuesday, January 31: Benjy Ferree (my new favorite sing-along bartender), $5Wednesday, February 8: Feist, $13Thursday, February 23: My Life with the Thrill Kill Cult, $20Tuesday, March 21: Animal Collective, $10Thursday, March 23:

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Well, that was fun. Happy birthday, V!More photos are on their way.Edit: It's about eleven o'clock and I can't look at this fucking stylesheet for the N*t**n*l *rthr*t*s F**nd*t**n anyomre today. Coming down from alomst two months of questionless nights that end at dawn and days that begin with the hair of the dog isn't easy, either, so tonight is going to end weirdly in bed before midnight.

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Serendipitously (and probably inappropriately, [which is my métier]) for Heath (in which case it is my [fôrt] and not my [fôr'tā']), and for a lovely but distant speed metalist, and for my pregnant Queer's First Girlfriend (barefoot in Arkansas, natch--soooooie!), and for a girl with a sore back who is in San Diego to look for a house in which not to live:I have a dreamAnd must be fed.The manta

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1137772021446482292006-01-20T10:21:00.000-05:002006-01-20T10:53:11.813-05:00

I used to think that Circuit City was a little better than the glut of other electronics institutions that cater to the crowd of people who never want to have to solder anything in their lives. Unfortunately, on Halloween night last year, I managed to drop my beloved camera squarely on its face, bending the lens assembly and effectively jamming it open (I blame the severely rad costumes for my

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Anyone who knows me is aware that this blog was christened in honor of a specific set of my closest friends from back home, the C-130s, a monniker adapted from the LRAFB trademark C-130 Hercules aircraft flight paths about which our social events tended to (and still tend to) organize. It sounds dumb, but it's a zeitgeist thing that seems insipid and dull to everyone except the participants of

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1137390708094499742006-01-16T00:42:00.000-05:002006-01-17T00:15:35.506-05:00

is also a musician of a special class. After letting things get out of hand a couple of nights ago at Saint Ex, I woke up with a scrap of paper in my pocket that I didn't remember receiving. This note directed me to the website of one Benjy Ferree. I knew immediately the context of the note when I visited the address: that guy had served me Red Stripes all night.You can stream his album for

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1136824651651183482006-01-09T11:18:00.000-05:002006-01-09T19:41:26.816-05:00

A year ago Saturday, something changed. What a difference a year can make.

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Came down like waterHey, it's the new year! One year ago I spent the holiday's eve at Whitewater Tavern with Megan and those sorts, bidding farewell to the old with six dollar pitchers of Newcastle and a hefty dose of some svelte bluegrass. This time, notable for being my first new year spent outside of Arkansas, I moseyed my way across a few northwest homes and bars with a belly full of bubbly

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1134973803287472382005-12-19T01:00:00.000-05:002005-12-19T01:41:45.410-05:00

It's been a frustrating and tired return to D.C., but I still get a fluttery feeling in my gut every time I wake up and realize that that's over for now. Long story short: the APHA conference was certainly an experience, something like 12,000 in attendance, one of those periodic reminders that everyone needs to keep everything in the context that constitued the attraction in the first place.

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In about an hour, I launch into a presentation that marks the formal end of my coursework obligations to the Great Bank that is the George Washington University. When you feel the earth tremble at 6:01 pm, don't panic--it's just me breaking the sound barrier hauling ass out of the medical center, one step closer to officially being able to call myself Master.In Flagranti--NonPlusUltra

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1133868344976475862005-12-06T06:07:00.000-05:002005-12-06T06:30:52.993-05:00

This weekend was a fantastic procrastination party that culminated in a heated self-suggested vacation from the lab for the last week of presentations, papers and exams (two to go!). Sorry, lab, but we gotta put some distance between us when I'm gone for two hours and you're already calling me at Taint, at fucking one thirty in the morning, to come back and help.L & W hosted a doctor party

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1133724815790514632005-12-04T13:59:00.000-05:002005-12-04T14:33:35.853-05:00

I was sent down the hall to grab a Maniatis from the office ofan adjunct I've never met a few minutes ago. I don't care that I don't know who he is, I already love him. This is the poster he's put on display behind his desk:I have shamelessly decided to bring every phrase on this poster into my daily conversations.This also led me back to Landover Baptist Church, as I had lapsed in my devotion

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1133637393710820262005-12-03T13:56:00.000-05:002005-12-03T14:16:33.723-05:00

Public Radio lately is the shit. Tonight on Garrison Keillor's Prairie Home Companion, Kaki King will be performing in addition to Laura Cantrell (at least according to her gig list).

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1133493542969350522005-12-01T22:14:00.000-05:002005-12-01T22:19:02.980-05:00

Steve Davis, Captured Youth 1997--2005

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What's a little wait? Nothing if it lets you attend a concert that you can't afford. Tonight's Iron and Wine / Calexico show at the 9:30 will be broadcast on NPR. Know what, while you're at it go ahead and have a listen to Ellen McIlwane loading the funk with a snowshovel singing 'Higher Ground' as heard in conjunction with BBC DJ Gilles Peterson's compilation 'Gilles Peterson Digs America:

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I woke up before the sun had come up this morning, just long enough to stumble sore out of bed to take my contacts out before crashing back under the blankets. Keeping my eyes closed so that the paper-dry lenses wouldn't fall out before I got to the saline bottle, I began walking the unconsciously memorized path from bedside to bedroom door. I kept my hand a little out in front of me waiting to

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It's just what I wanted. For a limited time, iTunes (which is the devil) and DFA (whose webstore is also selling) are offering the DFA Holiday Mix 2005, clocking in at just under 50 minutes, for ninety-nine cents.Many thanks to Tyler for the heads up.Good shit for the long, cold walk downtown.

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Man, when a shitty day gets flung in your general direction, a good laugh at some impressive work is the soundest medicine. Nerve currently has a piece of an analysis of Days of our Lives. Dig this monster:All the other arts and news shows worry about being real, but life isn't. It is fantastical and amazing. Everyone should take more acid. And everyone should be millionaires. And have more sex

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1132476286684702722005-11-20T03:22:00.000-05:002005-11-20T18:00:14.306-05:00

I got a ride home, but it was so cold and unusual outside that I didn't go inside. I had my headphones in my pocket, was still burning hot and sweating from a few hours dancing for free; taking a walk was a given. Since I finally got internet access at home yesterday, I've found two albums that fit the mood perfectly: elliott smith's posthumous last release ("Twilight" from the label) and Kaki

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Sometimes my friends crack me up so sincerely that I end up red-faced and unable to hold my hysterics in, say, on the hushed third floor of the medical school library. It’s really worth the disruption (and not only because of my festering dislike for medical students at my university). Here’s the most recent culprit, and, yes, I’m still wiping the wet from my hot-from-laughing face:I have had

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And so, to the Delta; it’s going to be 86°F when I step off of the plane tomorrow in Little Rock, and that makes me giddy. I’ve made a few CDs of to belt out in the car, which makes me giddier. Man, I miss singing shouting in the car at high speed more than I could have imagined; I think I left the entire first Pretenders album vocally imprinted on my inaugural car, and, shit, who can’t freak

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1131389989089121132005-11-07T13:38:00.000-05:002005-11-07T13:59:49.190-05:00

Respect to this guy for playing this song last night at Taint. It might have been the highlight of my day, a Schlitzy celebration of the left-me-poorer fin de déménagement.Actually, going back and reading that post from last April was a bit of a shock. Hindsight has a way of looming without detail in one's general consciousness, then one day the recall of something specific brings a whole

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1131138488909519222005-11-04T16:01:00.000-05:002005-11-04T16:15:02.720-05:00

It's appalling that this isn't major front page news anywhere (ahem, CNN), but my love of gay porn as cultivated by the eponymous BJ has today confirmed that, yes, Matt Limon has been released into house arrest pending the attorney general's ruminations on appealing.For those who've never heard of him, "Limon has been in prison since 2000, serving a sentence of 17 years and two months for

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1131036725022253362005-11-03T11:13:00.000-05:002005-11-03T11:52:05.096-05:00

I'm not around a television much these days, but that isn't to say that this is a choice I've enjoyed making. I'm pretty sure I intentionally spent ages 13 through 17 pressed against phosphor tubes, but t.v. really started to lose my interest when the first wave of reality fodder started frothing up. Regardless, sometimes I find myself in the lucky, random position of being at someone's house

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1130420747249183452005-10-27T08:22:00.000-05:002005-10-27T08:45:47.320-05:00

Firstly, does anyone know this woman? We lost track of her by the time people were trickling out of the post-High Heel Race festivities. She was our guardian lesbian and proud of the task, parting the crowd for us with her brawn, buying us beer, and laughing plenty. Lady can pound some drinks, let me tell you, but we owe her a proper high-five for a fun evening (and she drives a Porsche!).Will

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1130124445853598122005-10-23T20:43:00.000-05:002005-10-24T12:25:44.663-05:00

Watching Stephen Colbert's new show, I was introduced to the concept of t.v. news intro reading show-downs in a gravitas-laden combat between Colbert and Stone Phillips. As a result, I desperately want to figure out how to get this into daily use: "We invited Mother Theresa to respond to these charges;"As a result of explaining this at Wonderland, was also a participant in an old-fashioned round

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1129912598388868012005-10-21T11:26:00.000-05:002005-10-21T11:37:50.020-05:00

Juicy cuts from the Anti- season sampler make a toasty companion to today's cold, wet grey.Marianne Faithfull w/PJ Harvey, My Friends HaveA Girl Called Eddy, The Long GoodbyeEven the album covers look fucking cozy.

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At what point does a woman look at her brood of fifteen children and think, "you know, I could do with another?" What kind of self-motivation lies behind that? Where does that intensely single-minded perspective come from? Apparently from the same place that considers it syrupy sweet to give all of your sixteen offspring names beginning with "J," which, interestingly enough, is localized in

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1129129547158477952005-10-12T10:04:00.000-05:002005-10-12T19:37:54.143-05:00

Hooray for Megan coming to town!

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1128026518516799062005-09-29T15:27:00.000-05:002005-09-29T15:41:58.523-05:00

I won’t lie and say that I’ve been too busy to keep this beast updated. Naw, I’m just lazy and have had an impressive streak of bad luck in the past couple of weeks that’s effectively kept my mind elsewhere (no, fuck you financial aid). It’s also really difficult to leach internet off of one’s neighbors when the one’s with wireless move away.I’ve only been back in the District for about a month

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1126989950980287152005-09-17T15:44:00.000-05:002005-09-17T16:51:16.726-05:00

Because I can see this place from my bedroom. If it's within earshot I have no excuse not to dance myself ragged. Assuming DJs begin at 1 am, I'll see you thereabouts.

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1126618565199449812005-09-13T08:28:00.000-05:002005-09-13T08:36:05.200-05:00

Michael Brown resigns from the FEMA directorship, says it's important that he do so because he so graciously wishes to "avoid further distraction from the ongoing mission of FEMA" instead of that whole thing about having done a comically horrible job.Funny. Even the horses are laughing, ex-director Brown, even the damned horses.

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When I got back from California, I had filled my camera with 382 moments of insanity and joy. The first few times I made a move to organize the pile I ended up abandoning myself to enlarging them to their print sizes and poring over them with a remembering eye. The thud in my night of peace, the unobtrusively named “california” folder on the desktop... for days. On account of classes really

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1125339668252714412005-08-29T13:18:00.000-05:002005-08-29T13:21:08.260-05:00

Compared to my pre-vacation self, I feel as tan as leather and there's still sand in my hair. Back in Arkansas for the effluvia of this hurricane, then it's back to DC for the last few classes of my degree. I shudder when I think of that, but then I recall that classes don't begin this week until Wednesday, followed by Labor Day next Monday; considering that all of my classes this term are on

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1123852727829312312005-08-12T07:41:00.000-05:002005-08-12T08:18:47.883-05:00

An awesome find by way of Megan, this gem is probably from around seventh or eighth grade. I rode public transportation every day of my public education (the occasional trip in with mom not included) on account of the desegregation program that was in effect in Arkansas until only a few years ago. Kids were recruited from incredible distances to be exchanged with students in Little Rock schools

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1123736826171818812005-08-11T00:05:00.000-05:002005-08-11T00:07:06.180-05:00

The California voyage approaches on the horizon...

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As this term races to a close (only two course meetings to go), I was graced by an extended visit from Becky Lockhart, a close friend with whom, in spite of an almost year and a half gap since the last time we were in the same city, I've been in almost constant contact since we met at Arkansas Governor's School during our junior year of high school. People who think my hometown is small would do

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1122908852280749792005-08-01T09:42:00.000-05:002005-08-01T10:15:22.373-05:00

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Hans Kaufmann. Hans fought in World War II in the 96th infantry division's company A with my grandpa, and, for about 40 years or so, these guys and their families have been having annual reunions across the nation. I remember going to my first one in Amarillo, Texas in 1994, where, essentially abandoned by my own weird grandad at age 14, Hans kept me entertained.

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1122652642588993682005-07-29T10:46:00.000-05:002005-07-29T10:57:22.596-05:00

The most bizarre, self-questioning game of Wednesday Spades ever:You did not just lay down a spade on my ace of hearts.---It's official, I'm going to California in about two weks! I'm excited, as I've never been to any of the sites on my list: we arrive in Berkeley, spend a few days bouncing between there and San Francisco, go camping in the Redwoods, hit Highway 1 for a two-day drive along the

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1122358915753070052005-07-26T02:15:00.000-05:002005-07-26T01:43:29.473-05:00

As I was preparing to meet up with folks at Pharmacy Bar last Saturday, I glanced out the window to take in the view of the city shrouded in crisp orange dusk. Instead I caught a neighbor in the act of what is putatively the most obviously incorrect approach toward dealing with a post-storm electrical hazard. This guy couldn't have strung together more conductors if he tried (a copper sawblade

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The sun has set on one of the most beautiful weekends that the district has seen in weeks, and I think it's fair to say that everyone is (deservedly) exhausted. Apologies for not being quick to post; I have an absurd amount of work backed up from having, um, completely ignored it for the past several days (not something that most would reccommend during midterm). Ah, hell with it, the weekend

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Today is, in a fun coincidence, the joint birthday of both my long-time friend Megan and my new crack dance partner S; three cheers!Last year, Megan and I celebrated by driving down to her sister's posh Hot Springs lake house (which we had to ourselves!) for some swimming and sunning and smoking and sousing. We got there at night and invented an amazing watch-along game for the Big Lebowski:

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...doesn't usually involve so much booze. I didn't even take pictures. Regardless, many thanks to Michael for letting us all abuse his parents' bodacious kitchen for the sake of low-key hedonism (as in the oven was shared, in spirit, by both a butterfly-cut turkey and a round of s'mores).I learned about turkey meat and passed out with Harold and Kumar (I think)---Neil Young wrote "Expecting to

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A new term has begun, so I can't dawdle as I'd like to (doing so here means I'm not doing so in corpus). Regardless, must be said that the past couple of weeks have been a nice vacation, road trippy, tan, flip flop wearingly good, punctuated by a spaz attack on the dancefloor.Speaking of which, you know when you want to dance but you've got a cold, full bottle in your hand and, instead of

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I have been sunning myself in a fit of interim lassitude, but owing to a birthday and an anniversary (both of a significant number) I've been doing it all over lakes and rivers in Arkansas. We found a bike trail at our favorite camping area that allows one to bypass the front gate and, by proxy, the site usage fees. Yee-haw, bitches!Spreading the love from the cliffs at H22Sweating shamelssly

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But when that surf comes upI'm gonna get my board.Got my own ideas about the righteous kick;You can keep the reward,I'd just as soon stay sick.Apologies to the Cramps.

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I dunno, I guess it always seemed pretty simple to me.

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In epidemiology, and essentially any other statistically-operated decision-making science, one deals primarily with converting a hypothesis into a discrete, testable mathematical statement and subsequently judging any analytical results against a chosen window of significance (the mythic p-value we all love and hate). This p-value is usueful in theory and in practice because it essentially

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People, including some of my friends from home, tend to display a general mixture of confusion, horror and anger when I tell them that I miss my home city. It's true, and it's a detail that even caught me off guard; in fact, I think that it's a relatively nascent attraction that didn't fully emerge until around the time of my second trip to Europe and the subsequent camping binge that my

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Just as the shoestring is, again, thinning to a startlingly ragged, airy thinness, I go and blow a load at Rosa Mexicana. Ah, well. It is Saturday and one's woes ought be forgotten.Let's change the subject. Ladies and gentlemen, meet my new flame-haired roommate Melissa (sharing a cob with V).

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I am startled by the hilarity this little narrative. After straining to hold it in for a few moments of tight-lipped, crescendoing laughter, I had to just mouth-dump (while now heavily laughing) my tea back into the glass to avoid the otherwise inevitable eruption."So, you eat a bowl of Sugar Smacks or whatever, and after the cereal is gone there is that puddle of milk at the end that is 40%

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You got grillin', you got grilin' on your mind

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I'm going to present to you a scenario, like an SAT reading comprehension task, and you're going to tell me what I should do. Predictably, it begins along the lines of, "There's this guy..."I go to school with someone I've thought many times about asking out. He's a charmer, undoubtedly, but reserved and quiet to a remarkable degree. I've restrained myself for the past several months because

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Thursday, June 9Mr. Capital Pride Leather contest9 p.m. at the EagleVegetarian or not, I must admit that leather can be naughty beyond belief. We need to raid this thing.

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Getting older is a simple process of accumulation of experience, I think, sort of like acquiring more RAM with every year. With so many first-person history, one can make references to most anything, recollections, connections, all threading through oneself, and that, dears, reminds us of just how necessary the passage of time is to that accrection process. Last night, Michal, Will and I were

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So here we are, camping out at the denuded house on our last night; Megan drove in on a surprise detour and has taken me by storm, contributing her Outback for the cause of a grand move. Ethipian food at her welcome, hours of heavy lifting (miles and miles of pain) and armhickey box wounds, and a stoned cap at Wonderland, meal, music and beer, C-130 style. Megan is one of three co-founding C-

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This is Megan, and she's using her first "teacher's summer" to move out to Richmond and kick it. I suddenly want to be a teacher. I think I'll be pestering her to come up to DC every weekend.

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Raveonettes will be playing this Saturday at the Black Cat, so who would like to go? Maxed Mary? Alcoholic Ann? Dangerous Dorothy?Megan is coyly chiseling a custom date out of Runaway Planet, shrewdly timed to maximize mutual benefit. And bitch gots a car for a roadtrip home (um, I call shotgun)! Knock on wood.Presenters for the summer environmental and occupational health sessions: Tord

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Nicolette is moving back to California at the close of this month. We keep the sadsies away by rocking out as much as possible, including an opportunity to snag some camera time from Rob Crow of Pinback.I switched phone plans so my dad and I can talk more frequently, and that makes him happy. Hell, that makes me happy. He was working a few hours here and there as a chauffeur of sorts for a

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I am quite technically halfway through this degree, and I have celebrated just that for the past several days at home with my parents and siblings. Gina and Andy turned 35 and 33 respectively, dad's doing amazingly well, mom's testing the waters of returning to work, and the lawn has been preened by all. My sides hurt a little from actually threshing hay, but it was worth it for some time doing

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"I think it will be resolved in the scientific community," he said. "I think (intelligent design), in 10 years, will be a very respectable science program.""Evolution defenders scoff at the notion."And what a notion it is.Quote of the fucking century; I just got online to goof off and take a study break, and this single quotation has, seriously, made me laugh my ass off. Thank you, Kansas, for a

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He got t.v. eye on me, unh.

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Because that could be the deal breaker.You know the Czech legends about Golem, viceless automata made of mud and forced to to the bidding of their evil and blasphemous creators? Yeah, government-related interns and staffers, I think, are the modern extension of said parable, and I only say so because I have seen, nay, experienced the dank pits in which they live, with all of my senses. I never

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or: Look, a post! Hush now or you'll frighten the poor thing away!I like looking for a new place to live; it's the same kind of energy that you feel browsing through a car lot, or idling through a gallery, anything, really, where novelty is at hand. The room-to-let market is no different, though at such significant scales, novelty is accompanied by all sorts of other anxieties; some of these

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Tonight I celebrated with tense energy and anticipation the last lecture of my second semester of graduate school. Exams are yet forthcoming but, lo, I feel giddy, even a little bit shocked, to think that I am theoretically halfway there. Perhaps the coming days will allow me enough spare time to get back into the rhythm of writing here, as it's certainly a meditation that I miss.Last Saturday

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I lost my Bluestate cherry, and all I have to show for it are a wad of photos. Dig in.Off to Arkansas for a couple of days; everyone enjoy the return of spring (and feel free to perform shamanistic rituals to guarantee that it stays this way).

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Bluestate! Thanks all for welcoming me back from the world of the living, for wishing my dad well; pictures of insanity (and samosas) to follow.

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Subtitle: Fuck!Last October I interviewed for a position involving HIV/AIDS research at ASTHO, but was appalled to learn the day before that Fay Boozman, politically installed religious necon head of the Arkansas State Health Department, had been elected as ASTHO's new president. I immediately decided that I no longer wanted to make my services available to an organization under his leadership,

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Spring recess was rad, and I'll refrain from complaining about how fleeting it seemed because, all things considered, the retrospect of the previous eight weeks of classes also seems to have breezed by.I need health insurance and part-time employment immediately, so if anyone has interesting ideas, do let me know.Health problems or not, I feel refreshed. Thanks, all.I'll try to do better.How to

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Well, everybody, I owe you all explanations, and the one I got's a doozy. Last Tuesday night while stirring a saucepanful on the stove, I began to lose sensation in my fingers. The numbness radiated up my forearm, stopping before it reached my elbow, and was eventually accompanied by numbness in my lips and a little bit of the area beneath my nose. No one else was home, so in my immediate

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Alright, at the risk of sounding a little Valley, I'm going to sum my thoughts on the workload that's taking shape before me: woah, like, woah.After a week's worth of sunrise to sunrise schooling, I set aside Friday and Saturday nights to kick out the jams.Friday night began and ended at the Wonderland, where the guest DJs were playing so creatively and with such a nod to variety that nary a

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I must figure out how to get a voicemail message left by my sister saved to my hard drive as it is the most bizarre, unexpected, hilarious and amazing thing I've heard in days: Duran Duran singing "Hungry Like the Wolf" live! Apparently she and her husband went to see them in Dallas as an early anniversary present.Having Avilez in town this weekend has been a blessing; it's refreshing to have a

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Tuesday night, Gora and June came over. We went to Wonderland for beer and comely grad talk, but Gora, after a wobbly visit to the jukebox, sat back down with a grin on his face. "You'll love this," he added, and then launched into the most perfect sing-along of Bowie's "Life On Mars" that I've ever seen (away from the, um, mirror).Much later that night, I read this story about the growing case

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and it only took two weeks of constant work, all in preparation for a long weekend of getting behind with friends from all over the damn place. Hoo-ah! Much to potentially do this weekend: guerilla bar, Blowoff, Taint, party at Robert and Steve's (I love kicking out the jams with adults who have money), and a Monday holiday that gets me out of having to go to SAS lab.The only sad point is that

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In the continuing parade of Why I Don't Live In Virginia, lawmakers have actually passed a bill allowing a fifty dollar fine for wearing low-riding pants. As much as I dislike this goofy fashion trend, I am now suddenly endorsing it, hell, I'm even planning on showing some bootie the next tie I visit my Arlington-bound friends. This is a good example of laws outmarching their utility, where

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Last night after class, Violette spied me be-headphoned in L'Enfant Plaza waiting for a Green train back home and convinced me to go to the Low/Pedro the Lion show at the Black Cat. It was just what I needed after a heavy Monday: vegan barbeque sandwich, a few beers, and chit-chat to a background of Low's crafting with a bunch of people I'm just getting to know. Pedro the Lion was a worthy

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I am distressigly consumed of every waking moment's fullness with duty. Maybe I mean more accurately that "duty" implies "duty and thinking about duty and not doing it." I've agreed to go to a Superbowl party (sighhh...) to get myself out of proximity of all these books and assignments. They're just sitting there, mocking me. I did, however, find the most amazing 'I Saw You' ever. It reads:

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I feel curiously guilty when I notice that the Blogger URL disappears from my browser's address bar history record. Suffice it to say, then, that I'm terribly pent up by schoolwork at the moment, to such a degree that computer use outside of academic purposes is almost laughable. It's early, though, and I have yet to meet my daily quota of screen time, so I ought take the opportunity while I

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Optimistically, anyway; after a sweet evening with NyQuil and the third season of 'Sex and the City,' I feel vastly improved in comparison to the previous several days. No more unintentional psychedelica, it would seem, though I'm suspiciously making this assertion (as I'm quite aware of the peaks and valleys of immune function). My new classes all seem intriguing enough this term, now that

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When I was quite young and would come down with something more serious than a cold, occasionally I would have a terrifying recurrent nightmare with enough regularity that, then as now, having the same nightmare quite clearly signalled the arrival of something nastily infectious. I vividly recall the horror and panic that this sleep-bound vision in its earliest, least-describable forms would

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Alright, so this rumored Proustian holiday recap is going to have to wait. I keep telling myself that I won't allow myself to write anything until I pull it all together into an essay, but the result has been that I simply haven't been writing... anything. Quickly, an outline of things I should have mentioned and, hopefully, will soon do so: Little Rock snowstorm, Little Rock subtropical

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Length Originally uploaded by alaspoorwho. I'm sure there's a word out there in some language (probably compound loving German) that accurately expresses the combination of tension, fear and excitement that one experiences when getting a haircut for the first time in ten years. Click the image to see the urban camoflauge aftermath. Really, I promise that my next entry will be a

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Firstly, I should probably get up to speed by belatedly wishing everyone a merry Christmas and a happy new year. Soaking up homelife is endlessly refreshing and, obviously, quite a distraction from the mundane act of updating (which in previous months had become something of an academic pace keeping activity). One of my resolutions will hopefully benefit the reader, as I hope to veer back to

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Well, after a missed flight and multi-city re-routing, I made it home after about twelve hours in airports reading books. Not bad altogether, except of course that the airline lost all of my baggage. None of that seems to matter, though, because Little Rock is suddenly enmeshed in an absolute blizzard! We've got two inches and it's still ocming, heavily. I'd like to write more, but we need to

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After a sleepless twelve(-ish) hour study marathon carrying me from yesterday into today, I have finally completed my last practical and, by extension, my first term of graduate school. First and foremost, I extend a heartful chorus of thanks to the people I've met in DC over the past couple of months who have made everything from grad school minutiae to bike theft seem fun. Secondly, to the

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I find it only marginally surprising that a city as politically charged as Washington, DC doesn't have a chapter of the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Legislation; the national headquarters is on K Street (aside: I would have loved to have been there when Kyle Kushman lit up this spliff mere blocks away from the White House in front of scores of cameras and respectable gentry),

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The past several days have been good enough to make me wanna go home and slap my momma. Thursday I had my first final. After days and days of meticulous study, the exam itself was nothing more than fluff, a semi-gimmie for those of us in epidemiology with anything more than a modest background in biology. I rocked it, and managed an "A" for the course. On Friday came my second final, and it,

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I'm sorry that I laughed, but what did you expect? You call yourself a bear, and have the scruffy beard to prove it, but as soon as I get your shirt off to play with those awesome pecs, I find a smoothly waxed chest and, of course, other finely manicured patches to match. I should have known; great abs don't usually occur in my line of lust. I'll call you.

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1102656742877574362004-12-10T00:06:00.000-05:002004-12-10T00:32:22.876-05:00

The International Rescue Committee today reports that the Congo Civil War is killing around one thousand people per day, with the international response still "abysmal." Considering the six year cumulative mortality of the various conflicts therein is just shy of four million, it's difficult to find a more apt one-word description for an essentially unresponsive attitude that the nations of the

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1102398720516464952004-12-07T00:51:00.000-05:002004-12-07T00:52:00.516-05:00

Occasionally, a few days will pass that, in sum, seemingly cancel one another out with almost perfectly antiparallel magnitudes. Even less frequently, the balance is titled dramatically to one side, then, instead of being cancelled out, the pendulum swings back the other direction in spades. By Friday morning I had waited so long for my long-overdue student loan disbursal (and, by extension,

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1102174320580127362004-12-04T10:29:00.000-05:002004-12-04T10:32:00.580-05:00

You are a retarded fucking criminal. Instead of going for Mercedes S-classes, you take an obviously well used Schwinn mountain bike, and now I have no way to get to and from class other than to walk the distance or pay money to take the Metro. Pray that you sell it quickly, because the first time I see you zinging down the road on it, I am going to destroy you.

Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09635528028201470590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979114.post-1102035021149491572004-12-02T19:45:00.000-05:002004-12-02T19:50:21.150-05:00

I've already extended the invitation to a few, but now I'd like to do the same for anyone who cares to attend. We, the modest yet ambitious inhabitants of a house in Columbia Heights, are having a Saturday party (under the guise of a week-late thirtieth birthday party for one of the roommates). There is no pretense, we simply want to have a good time with varied music, food, drink, people and

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