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Hmm. Making tomato soup when i should be drinking a tomato beer and grilling up some burgers and corn on the cob. Yum ^__^  Alas allergies do not care about my gastro preferences.  So I am making soup in 100 degree weather. Plus a tomato beer would be perfect with the Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D List.  Yes, I am an gay man trapped in a woman's body. Like you have never matched up tv shows and drinks!

My father and brother are going on a brewery tour in New Ulm, MN. The ultimate father son bonding experience...

I have no clue what band I am listening to. J. made this cd and didn't put titles or bands on the label, just a picture of a wolf. I heart J. This song is ridiculously deep and beautiful. 

To sing in order to refrain from cursing.  Is death what it means to make it on your own? It does seem like it. I mean, what else follows adulthood but death?  And isn't that the greatest realization that one can make? The realization of our own mortality?  After all, ultimately you can only die alone. Food for thought I guess.

It has been a while since I have ranted and raved about what the hell is going on.  Well, perhaps that is because nothing is going on. I am unemployed, but busy working on my papers, research, and thesis... not to mention countless hours trying to understand (and failing to do so) massive quantities of theory.  Ce la vie. No? Above and beyond that, I have been enjoying my summer, setting up the new place (see below), and avoiding massive amounts of people. (sorry guys, but I am busy...)

Beyond the standard, I have been greatly succeeding in securing a permanent state of spinsterhood.  In fact, I think I may achieve such a level of success in this endeavor that it may just be legendary, perhaps, even iconic. Alas, I believe that such will be the case if I stay in this town any longer. Any guy that I am remotely interested in, I fear, does not reciprocate, and any that do show interest are, alas, douches or even better, married douches. Hmm, yeah I am being melodramatic here, I will concur that point. In all and all honesty, I need something to change this summer. Or I am leaving this country and packing it in for Europe or Canada, hell maybe even Asia.

Anywho, on a lighter note:

What's the difference between a dog and a fox?
About five drinks. - Dean Martin

Here they are, pictures of the new place.

I went to the beach yesterday, and now I am so sunburned. I look like a giant tomato. I was severally raped by several waves, well the ocean in general, but it was totally worth it. My nose still hurts from inhaling massive waves. And moving anything hurts. But still worth it. hmm. beach....

anyways.

Here is a picture of my brother

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Well photos of the new place will be up within the week. All three of my cameras have decided to die or go on the fritz...and I'm too lazy to deal with them. I have been in a laissez faire kind of state as of late. This is the first summer vacation I have had since I was 12. So I am living it up the best a graduate student can.  Going to the beach for the third weekend in a row on Saturday (which is harder than it sounds since its 2hrs away and gas is $4.05 or something) and I have a hoard of magazines and artists I have been catching up on. Life is good, but like I mentioned, I have been ridiculously lazy, listening to the Current (www.mpr.org). Mark Wheat (the Current evening DJ) describing the terrible summer storms.

I miss the Midwest storms. It is just not the same knowing that tornadoes are not lurking everywhere. I actually miss cornfields, they are peaceful and give some overwhelming sense that regardless of your problems, life goes on just as it has for the past several centuries. I also miss summer baseball games, long night drives, parking in the fields to watch the stars, and of course buffalo burgers with a tomato beer. Oh! and dumpster diving behind the Main St. Bakery. Poor Jose never got that delicious birthday car with the car on top, but I had desert so its cool. Although, for all I miss about MN, I think I love the beach a little more. Just a little. Everything is so accessible on the East coast. Tickets to DC were $100 and I am taking a train to see my aunts in B'more! Couldn't do that in the Midwest, well not as easily.

Granted, I will never trade for what I am and where I am for where I was.  Mpls was amazing but you cannot become a curator without a PhD today.  You need the schoolin' and thats what I am doin'.  I think the game plan for after this will be applying to the Guggenhiem for the Venice/Spain/New York fellowship, which is basically 9 mo. of paid experience in three different countries. Start prayin and plannin now folks. Maybe apply to CUNY, UCLA, or NYU. Maybe roll the degree and smoke it...maybe...hell might have to burn it for fuel if we do turn into a depression.  At this rate of inflation I wouldn't doubt it.

Well on that happy note, I best be off to read and sleep. Or sleep and read, lets be honest here.

Why do married guys go out, without wedding bands and hit on people? It is just confusing! Yeah that might have happened the other night...and I may or may not have continuously ran into him today. Va bene. I got him and his friend to go to the gay club, so I think I won that one, regardless of anything. Ha! Anyways on a lighter note:

Watch this video too! Fiona Apple's video "not about love" with Zach Galifianakis:
(won't embed so here's the direct youtube link: <http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krTE0AJkqj4> )

OMFG how much do I love Kelly? Check out the video and a reminder that I'm going back to MPLS/StP in August 9th-TBA. Seriously watch this, K. R. S. and I have done this too many times to count!