al

My guess is you always look damn good you sexy thang.

Yesterday, I got into an elevator and someone had scratched "AL ♥ SG" on the inside of the door. ... I found it interesting ...

I want you to star in an upcoming movie... I'd really like to ship you over next year. Would you have a preference on the type of ship?

dear al,

your angry drunken posts amuse me.

love,
ava

.i used to like heroin..that worked great for the short term..now i like to excercise. and eat fish. and the occasional shootout with the authorities, just to keep me on my toes..but hey, thats just how i stay happy, and im a total shit.

hello... I don't know that I can offer any encouragement in your situation, but I can tell you that you're not alone. in my senior year of college, I suddenly realized that I had become extremely bitter and jaded, and totally felt like I had become more dumb - or, like you said, that everyone around me had just become smarter. I totally lost all confidence in my work. I would say without hesitation that the worst thing I have ever done for my appreciation of art was to get a degree in it. I'd love to tell you it gets better, and hopefully for you it will, but for me it hasn't. I am now three years out of college, and I still don't like art, I no longer enjoy design (what my degree is in), and hate all designers. and very little of my old confidence in my work has returned. so now I am faced with having a degree in something that I used to love, but no longer want to do. college it weird... it fucks with your head. sure fucked with mine, at least, and it sounds like it's fucking with yours in similar ways.

for me, at least, the good news in all of this, is that at least now I have a degree, so I get a job to pay my rent while I figure out what I really want to do with my life.

sorry to blather on for so long here, but you sound like you are really going through a similar place to where I've been for the last few years. My senior year, I had to write a paper comparing and contrasting a couple quotes... I wrote the whole paper on how jaded i was, how asinine the assignment was, and how higher education had destroyed so many things for me. (...got an A on it, though )

college is weird, but it ends. and then life goes on. like I said, I'm sorry I don't have much encouragement to offer, but I did want to let you know that you're not alone. Overall, I am very glad that I went to college, and I still hope to get a master's some day... God, I hate to think how jaded I'll be after that!

Hang in there!
-d

Why were you sulking .. be happy.

"Yeah, every time I walk on the path back to my apartment I think about what I would do if someone attacked me. Oh, they'd be so sorry, and then they'd be dead."

If you seriously think there's a threat, I seriously hope you're armed.

How into Go are you? I've wanted to get going ever since I read
this in '98 but, you know, distractions . . .

Ever notice how close AI is to Al?

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[Edited on Dec 02, 2003 5:42PM]

hmmmm........it was -16 C. tonight........I wanna move

That would be fun.

The Bora Bora bit, I mean. The early bed, who knows ...

i want nachos now. thanks, Al. grr.

I've recently been having the same problem. I think maybe it's something they put in their "meat"

That reminds me too much of the drunken antics my mischief buddy and I get involved in.

The other day we were at The Box of Knives painting nutcracker heads that were ment for a commercial, but then Mrk and I hit the vodka, and in twenty minutes realised that were Aericans in Russia, so we stole out, walked a blocl to the rib house, and got a potatoe each, since when in Russia, it's custumary to eat startches.....or at least that's we led ourselves to believe.

Bah...actually, I guess you had to be there, but regaurdless....
I very much can identify with your tale.

that is such an excellent little piece of writing... sounds like Jeff Noon.

"What butter and whiskey won't cure, there is no cure for." ~ Irish proverb

that was quic

[Edited on Nov 23, 2003 12:00AM]

I think I get the connection. If so, you go girl!

[Edited after realising about the weather in SG-land: OK, different connection; you go anyway!]

Hope it's not too much of a downer after those pretty flakes, but how about this one from Pound:

Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,

So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.

Wait, don't get all , it's derivative from Middle English . . . I thought you liked Middle English . . . ouch . . . Anglo-Saxon anyone? . . . ouch

[Edited on Nov 20, 2003 1:46AM]

Who's woods these are I think I know.

I'm still working on the Chris Cornell thing. He's not returning my phone calls.

..HAHAAH..gotcha!..

Fuckin' poofter from Harvard! I'll try to muster some real vigour for you (takes a deep breath)

ΜΗΝΙΝ AEIΔE ΘEA ΠHΛΙAΔEΩ AXIΛΛΗOΣ

There, how was that?