Thursday, August 17, 2006

Micro Memoir

too short for a full journal post? too long or inappropriate for a listicle? try a Micro Memoir! filling and delicious. you'll lose weight just reading them.

-- Becoming aware of a disturbing trend in NY subway ads, I noticed the other day that tube travel is now, somewhat ironically, wrapped tightly in a coccoon of "Get out of ___". Get out of debt ads, get out of your troubled marriage (for cheap!), get out of your dead end job, your bad skin situation, your non-beach city, your less than angel white teeth because life is always greener on the other side of your bank account, on leaving your dentist, your lawyer's office, your new workplace. Am I just now realizing that ads try to sell you a new life? No. Every product that's ever been advertised or class or service promises that transformative, worldly relief only their organization knows how to provide. What I'm really suprised at is the read-between-the-lines lack of contentment implied in the ads. 'You've made your life crap, let us help you get out of those mistakes you willingly walked into'. As if your life has been reduced to a series of stupid dead ends you drove into and now need to back up out of and try again (loser!). Maybe it's true. Maybe you do need help with certain things; one or more of those ads may be just what you need (you should probably enlist in escape to the army if you if you need them all). Or maybe you should get out of the frame of mind where everything in life will be dandy if you could just get out of that one last little problem in your life. That and the fact that our commute, from open air to trains-inside-of-subterranean-tubes is shrink wrapped not in confinement, but in dreams of escape.


Matthias: we were supposed to go to atlantic city to see the foo fighters
Matthias: but I had to bail
kory dayani: i think Jesus would have to be playing 5 instruments simultaneously while naked angels had a lesbian free-for-all to get me to go to atlantic city to see a show


People who argue that the (NFL) preseason games "dont count" ought to be forced to play in one; against men who've structured their lives so far to lead up to this point and no other. They're clawing desperately at ever narrowing odds of being able to play the sport they love, for money - for a few years - with even narrower odds of becoming marginally famous enough to stay in the game for a veteran average of 10 years. For the amazing feats produced under stress and competition alone, we should consider these games even more real than the regular season and rally behind aspiring players because they're the closest our couch-potato asses will ever come to being able to play on that skill level.
--other points worthy of note:
-----these guys all memorize playbooks the size of phone books.
-----these guys all. memorize. playbooks. the size. of. phone books..
-----"We talk about it being just the preseason," [Raiders] free safety Stuart Schweigert said, "but once you establish that winning feeling [Raiders currently are 3-0], you want to have it every week. I think we lost what it felt like to win the last couple years. We're hungry for it and want to keep getting it."

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