Soccer

I played on the Mantis/Manatee team yesterday and it was really fun. We lost 2-0 but the other team probably thought that they should have scored more. So it was a moral victory. A few of their guys were really good, and the girls all used to play on Division one college teams.

I haven't really played soccer since junior high, so it was interesting to say the least.

I mostly felt like the one on the left.

We played at Montrose, right near the lake. The field was artificial, but nice and a little spongy. I'd never played on an artificial field before, and it was a pretty cool experience. I was anxious when we got there because it seemed overwhelmingly huge, and I felt really unprepared.

I've come to the conclusion that I need to run more, and practice.

And do something fun this weekend.

Also, we should have our new roommate chosen by tomorrow. So there's that.

strange.

"Maybe I shouldn't have stabbed that guy so many times."

Local punk singer arrested in murder

March 27, 2007
LOS ANGELES -- The former lead singer of suburban Chicago punk rock band Mest was arrested on suspicion of fatally stabbing a 25-year-old man during an argument, police said.

Anthony Lovato, 26, was being held on $1 million bail pending an investigation of criminal homicide, said Officer Mike Lopez of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Lovato and another man were arguing early Sunday in the parking structure of an apartment building when the man punched Lovato, Lopez said.

Lovato pulled out a pocket knife and stabbed the unidentified man many times, authorities said.

When police arrived, they found the wounded victim on the ground. He died later at a hospital.

Lt. Andrew Neiman said Lovato was calm and cooperative when police arrived.

"He did in fact call the police, call 911, after the incident and remained on the scene [to] surrender himself," he said.

Authorities said Lovato and the victim had been involved with the same woman at different times, and police had been called to her apartment Saturday night when the two men fought, but no one was arrested at that time.

Lovato helped form Mest in 1995 in Blue Island, and recorded several albums on Madonna's Maverick label and performed on the Warped Tour, a touring music and extreme sports festival, in 2003.

The band broke up last year.


It's strange because we played shows together. They partied with us and crashed at our drummer's house. Weird.

Nice.

This past weekend has been pretty great. Friday, I got out of class early and hung out with Cassie for a while, bought some new running shoes and had Chipotle (it's amazing, everyone else is wrong) which I haven't had in almost a year, and did some earthy stuff.

Saturday, I did some productive things around the house that I should have done a while ago, like laundry and cleaning, and watched the rest of "Undeclared," which I've never seen, but have since put in my top ten of something somewhere. Ben Gorski and his two roommates Joe and Judd came up to stay for an impromptu visit, and we went out for KO's birthday to Nick's beer garden. It was also Judd's birthday, so we went out a little early beforehand, and bought him drinks the whole night.

KO was in rare form Saturday night, so if you couldn't make it, just tell him it was awesome. I don't think he'll remember either way.

Colin, Ben, Joe, Judd, and I spent part of the night being bored, but then surprisingly, the bulk of the night was spent chatting up the table next to us and the four attractive women sitting at it. We stayed out entirely too late, but had the coolest cabbie ever to drive us home. He was an older black man, and was dishing out words of pertinent wisdom left and right. Then he said I was acting like a bitch. It was hilarious.

Although we didn't get to bed til around 5, we were all up and ready for brunch at Dunlay's by 10:30. Far and away the best bloody mary you can get for five bucks-made with a shot of guiness, a skewered pile of sopressatta, olive, pepper, and onion, and comes with a beer chaser.

Today was so beautiful outside that it needs to be redundantly blogged about. I drove around in Brian's car with Colin to pick up some records before everyone came over to grill out on Nate's sweet Weber (he and Katie brought most of the food too.) But driving around was amazing. People were outside and energized. Walking dogs, lauging, shopping, eating and drinking. Music was playing, the sun was shining and it was like all the neighborhoods in the city just shrugged of the layers of winter malaise and enjoyed what it had to offer. Driving around in the midst of all of it going on was really fun today, and one of the things I miss about having a car.

I had a good time with everyone tonight, sitting out on the back patio grilling, and having a good time. Definitely what I picture when I think of good times in the summer, and I hope it was just a preview of what is to come.

I can't sleep!

Got home from work tonight at 10pm and hung out with Brian for a while. He used one of my suits to go for an interview today for a different position. TRU, the Tactical Response Unit, means that he wouldn't have to wait for something to happen to see some action. Something goes down, and he would get the call to go kick some ass. Seems to suit him pretty well. Cross your fingers.

Starting tomorrow I'm going to be on spring break. And it's supposed to rain all next week, but I'll be damned if I can't invoke some of the spirit of Miami and Cancun. I'll have to pick up some of those little umbrellas. And some drunk teenage girls.

The new roommate search is in full swing, and even though it sucks that Brian is moving out, it should be interesting to say the least. Who is this new person going to be? Will they have hipster hair and a scarf collection? Be a bookworm? A Video gamer? An english major-turned department store makeup specialist?

Who knows?

throwing in the towel.

Been a long couple of days, but pretty good overall. Still dogsitting until tomorrow sometime, but it's been kind of nice. It's a great area to walk around in, especially since I don't know it very well. So the mandatory walks have been good for me, and it's fun having a dog around the house.

aida.

Unfortunately, the apartment is pretty sparse in the way of things I like. There is no comfy couch, or chair to relax in, and there is no television. There are also no books to speak of, besides those involving business planning and methods, investment banking, and how to keep a razor-sharp collar.

Last night I went to see 300, with Caleb and Cassie. I thought it was great, and not just because all the action was done really well. Do yourself a favor and go see it. Tonight was fun too, being St. Patricks day. I walked over to Janice's house, danced a jig, and ate some corned beef and cabbage. Melissa, Janice's roommate made a fantastic spread, and was a general whiz in the kitchen.

From there, six of us took a cab over to Morley's house for his birthday kegger. It was legendary. Everyone had a good time, and it turns out I didn't actually put the moves on someone named Ashley a couple weeks ago as was rumored.

Everyone took their shoes off, which I've found to be a Terrible Idea at a kegger, as I first soaked my socks in beer, and then helped clean up with paper towel "beer skates". This happened three times. And yes, I felt really, really old.

There was beer pong, an iced keg in a bathtub, and one guy lost half his pants. It was awesome.

Something to laugh about

I'm staying at a classmates house for the weekend, dogsitting. It's a very nice smallish apartment, right near damen and armitage. The dog is a husky, and she's really sweet. I've found that in order to pick up people, men or women, all you have to do is walk a pretty dog.

Tuesday we had a presentation to motorola for class, which I was working on with my classmates until 6am that morning. And most of the weekend. They have a suprisingly really good buffet at the west campus, complete with fresh fruit, giant strawberries, parfaits, pastas, and anything from the grill. It actually worked out fairly well, just not much sleep.

Hey, awesome. Somehow I deleted everything else on my camera's card while trying to move the photos to my computer. But the strawbrerries were good.

actual size!

So that's been most of the past week, I guess.

Saturday is St. Patricks day, which apparently isn't really celebrated by Irish outside of Chicago. And in case you were going to Ireland soon, you'll be hard-pressed to find any corned-beef and cabbage. That's the word on the street.

But keeping in tradition of the non-Irish folk drinking a lot, I've heard something's going down. Go ahead, ask around. I think our Italian friend is doing something. Hope to see everyone soon. It's been a long winter.

Embrace the suck.

It's March. In fact, it's almost a full week into March. We're supposed to be basking in the teasing warmth of the upper 40's and creeping into the occasional 50ish. Yeah, maybe I'm just overzealous, but I'm tired of the cold. It's snowing out. Again. I mean, come on. Come on!

On a positive note, some congrats are in order. Colin had his first crazy Momma incident today, and apparently it went well. He didn't get hit with a shoe or anything, and no one went to jail. So that's good.
Also, Caleb got his Master's degree/diploma in the mail which is awesome and still impressive. I read almost a paragraph of his thesis before my eyes started to shrivel up. I was somewhere near 1/1000th of the way through it.
And lastly, kudos to me. I'm a hero and I've got a sticker to prove it. I gave blood today to the worst manurse to ever stab a pointy pipe into someone's arm. There were four ladies who knew what they were doing, and I get jerky lab tech with the compassion of a refrigerator. But it's cool. I got some apple juice, so that's rad.

I am, however, getting tired of being in school and working. And this weather, man it's still snowing. (I left for a while.) There's still lots to do for everything. I guess it seems like everyone gets a raw deal during the winter months, though. I'm jealous of Ali getting out of here for a while. Soak up some sun for me!

I guess that's what we do though. Good things happen, regular things happen, and sometimes you just get slapped around for a while. As long as you keep getting up, even if you'll probably get smacked again, you're doing ok. Something like, "you never fail until you stop trying." Something like that.

Peace out, hombres!

Joliet, via the Rock Island District.

Feels like it's been a while.

I spent a couple hours tonight trying to figure out what was going on with our internet, and it turns out that the modem decided to reset itself and change the WEP password without telling our computers. Or so says Jessica from Comcast. Neat.

Anyway, my computer is apparently still unhappy with the whole setup, so I've gone back to my Mac for the time being. It's nice, I guess. Like trying on an old baseball mitt you haven't used for a while. Different and new, yet comfortable and familiar.

Anyway.

I was planning on going home tonight or tomorrow. Turns out my great uncle died last night and his funeral is tomorrow. Unfortunately, there's no way for me to get there before the service starts, so I'm going to miss it.

Ray was an intersesting guy. He was probably around 5 foot 9 or so, but one of his legs was quite a bit shorter than the other. So his stance switched between around 4 foot 6 and 5 foot nine. He was always a really nice guy, and as long as I knew him, he made old fashioned wooden toys in his garage workshop. My brother and I would go over to his house, visit with my Aunt Kitty, and Uncle Ray, and hang out at their house while the family caught up. He would usually have something new or different crafted, whether it was a train, car, caterpillar, or some other handheld toy designed for little kids. They were crafted well beyond anything I've seen since, and I knew he always had a good time making them.

I always feel bad about knowing my grandparents less than I would have liked to. They lived through times that I'll never experience, and faced hardships that I can only imagine. It's too bad that it works out that way sometimes. Maybe it's because of the dispersal of the extended family, or the stronger push for a more successful and wealthy youth. Maybe it's just because our generation feels the need to get as far away from our parents as possible. Weird.

I remember a quote somewhere that went something like this, "At 18, I couldn't believe how stupid my parents were, and at 22, I couldn't believe how much they learned in 4 years,"

Anyway, I suppose this is one of those introspective, what does it all mean/what's important kind of posts.

Regardless, I've been feeling much better about things lately. Spring is here, and summer is not far behind. Smile.

potential energy, lying in wait.

At first our internet was working sporadically. The modem is crap, and it would tend to just turn off sometimes and need to be reset. Most likely this would happen in the middle of writing an email, or checking something important. Like something funny on youtube.

Last week, the modem decided to stop working wirelessly altogether. Now the extent of internet use is limited to the dining room table, tethered by a cable to the modem. It's strange, and it reminds me of being back at home. There was only one computer in the house and it was just off the kitchen on one of those rolling computer desks.

It's still there, although the computer has been upgraded. When I go back to visit my parents now, I can usually find my dad on there at some point playing Civilizations 3. It's kind of funny to watch an old guy play video games in the same addictive patterns that I used to exhibit when I was younger. 5 more minutes, one more move.

So this lack of internet in the rest of our apartment has had the side effect of limiting my online time to quick blog checks and email. It's easy to lose hours surfing youtube, myspace, blogs, news, whatever. Anyway, I'll try to come up with something coherent at least every couple days.

Today is the last day of February. Finally. In my book, spring starts tomorrow. It's time to wake up out of the winter lull. Shake loose the weights of seasonal mental clutter, and look forward to what the new season will bring. Going to have to get some new springy music, and clothes. Any and all suggestions are welcome.

Males are little flying sperm missiles.

Ants are pretty crazy. Check it.

http://www.livescience.com/animalworld/060508_mm_ants_rule.html

No, really, check it out.

I remember the sound of your November downtown

Some people wake up in the morning, roll out of bed, brush their teeth and head out the door. Others have morning rituals. Shuffle to the kitchen in pajamas. Scoop, scoop, scoop. Wait for the coffee to slowly fill up the pot. Make breakfast. Cereal, juice, toast. Maybe eggs. Maybe yogurt. Finish eating, take shower, change clothes, read the paper.

I don't have a morning ritual, except for hitting the snooze. Anything after that strictly depends on when I have to get where I'm going. Sometimes I make breakfast. The other day I made an omelette with cheese, onions, peppers, and smoked sausage, and made a pound of bacon. (I didn't eat a pound of bacon.)

Today I showered, skipped breakfast and went to work. Every day I walk the same way to the train, and I always wonder if I'm going to just miss it. What's left of the ice was dirty, crunching under my feet, and Pancho's had traditional Mexican music pouring outside the doors as usual. I like it. It's upbeat and fun, and not so out of place. I picture people hanging out on that corner when the weather warms up.

I like the el stop, too. There is a nice, but far off view of downtown. One of the steps near the top is a little slanted and catches me every time. The platform itself is old, creaky, and rattles and shakes when the train comes. The wood slats are worn and splitting, and smoothed from so many years of people coming and going. I like to find a spot in the sun and wait. I often think it would be fun to just ride the train to a bunch of places I haven't been yet. I've only really ridden the blue and red lines, and the brown a little. I think when it warms up a little more, I'll start trying to see what else this city has to offer. Maybe just pick a stop and get off there, just to see if I find something I like.

It's been a really busy week, and I've had more than a few nights where I didn't get home from school til after 10. I've felt like writing more often, and I've developed a strange obsession with crossword puzzles. Weird.

It's been over a week since my last post, and I find that totally unacceptable. Be prepared for some major posting action in the upcoming days. I promise nothing, but what I may lack in quality, I will more than make up for in quantity.

Barnacle out.

What's cuter? Nothin'.

It's already been said, I just wanted to show a couple good ones I took of the monster.

I love the expressions here.

sigh.

I found a fatal flaw in the logic of love... 10:13

neato.

Spent most of the entire day at school. Tentative plans for the evening fell through, and didn't end up leaving campus until 10:15pm. On Friday. Oh yeah, you know it's awesome spending Friday night at school.

Near the end of the night I was showing some drawing techniques to a couple guys in my class and it was actually kind of neat. I'm usually surrounded by people in specific fields who tend to know alot more than I do, be it about politics, science, literature, etc. It's fun showing someone something that they're actually pretty interested in learning.

I got home around 11, and watched a little "Fearless" with Brian and Liz, accepted a couple martinis (I think Brian just likes using the shaker) and chatted a bit. Not a bad way to end up the night, I guess. Colin is out with his uncle and others, with breakfast plans in the am. I've got a long day of work ahead of me for Saturday, but Sunday brings some soccer and a birthday extravaganza for the cutest Lily-Monster ever to terrorize this side of the Mis'sippi.

Awesomeness. Guaranteed.

Few things are guaranteed in life these days. I thought I'd share two things that are.

1. Baskin Robbins Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream.

2. Baskin Robbins Peanut Butter Chocolate ice cream.

Awesomeness, Guaranteed.

drinking with a purpose.

Realized that I haven't been posting lately. Had a busy week and I've been working at the school til around 11 the past few days. Neat. I've realized that I think about writing things usually when I'm doing something else, or going somewhere. Like walking to the El, or sitting at work.

The snow was really cool the other day. It was the really light stuff that you can identify the individual flakes. It always reminds me of a Christmas movie where there's these angels/elves that have special scissors, and they're the ones who cut out each and every snowflake and throw them down from the clouds. I came home from working on schoolwork around 1am and I was the only one on the El platform. The snow swirled around and pooled up against corners and along the fence. It looked alot like soapy suds in a bathtub or at a carwash.

Schoolwork is piling up and I really don't like the idea. I usually get everything done, but I don't like the idea of having to miss out on other things. I always hated missing out on hanging out with friends, or going out somewhere to grab a drink or just relax. I've been thinking recently that maybe I've always been a night person because I want to stay up as late as I can just in case something cool happens. It's weird.

Anyway, I had a birthday last week, and that was fun. Thanks for everyone who participated. We also went to Whirlaway, where the little Spanish lady, Maria, lit a book of matches in a beer bottle, turned off the lights, and had everyone sing me "happy birthday." It was pretty fun.

Other than that, and the super bowl, it's been a lot of school. Woo!

Threat Level: Midnight

Apparently I've wandered into Martha territory. That means I need to update my blog more.

I have to be honest. Living with Colin makes it a little easier not to update things. Not much happens, and if something does, he's going to post it and do so more eloquently than I could hope for. Other than school and work, I had kind of a whiskey week, and I've been coming to terms with getting my last semester done. That's actually a good feeling, and something I hadn't really thought much about until now.

Started to explore the neighborhood a little more recently, and it's starting to grow on me. We went to Whirlaway the other day which is this really small bar around the corner from us. It's a tiny place with a couple small tables, a couch, the bar itself, and an out of place pool table. The barmaid is this really nice older lady named Maria.

She asked for my id because she didn't recognize me, and talked to me for a few minutes about being in the neighborhood, having a birthday coming up, and saying that her son was also born in 1980. When I was leaving later, she came by and told me to come in to celebrate with them, reciting my birthday back to me. It was funny.

I also stopped by a mexican bakery near the El that has all sorts of pastries and cookies and breads that I don't really know much about. I bought a few things, and having high hopes, tried them. Mostly, they weren't very good, but I suppose it could be nice if I get a craving.

Ha. I just noticed that this title has nothing to do with the post. I think I was going to write about something else.

old stuff.

I got an email from an old friend today. It was from this kid who lived across the street from me for a long time when I was growing up. He asked how everything was and how my brother, Andy, was doing. He told me how he takes his son around to the places we used to play and how it reminds him of all the stuff we used to do.

For a while I lived in a small green ranch with a couple apple trees in the back, and this weird, short climbing tree in the front yard. It was a nice street from before all the subdivisions started popping up. Our backyard butted up to this small hill, and behind that a huge field that ran behind all our neighbors houses as well. There were some power lines, and beyond that was corn fields with the exception of a small swampy area. Several houses down one way there was a sort of really small, winding creek that went back to that swamp.

It was a really cool place to grow up, and hearing from this guy brought all these childhood memories rushing back. I remember spending entire days back there just running around, and climbing trees. Looking for all sorts of things and sometimes finding arrowheads, or old treasures that had been buried for years. Sometimes we would float things down the stream to see who's "boat" would win.

We played roller hockey in a church parking lot at the end of the street, and some days we would just run around and beat the hell out of each other. This guy Jason, who emailed me, got shot in the ass by my brother with a pellet rifle once. On accident. From two feet away.

I remember staying up late playing video games, and pickup games of baseball, and playing soccer as an awkward, gangly little kid. I had a lot of fun growing up and getting scraped up and muddy. I think I'm going to try to do that a little more often. I've gotten a little stuck in routine lately, but I'm going to try to remedy that.

Snowboarding.

There was a rumor about going snowboarding/skiing over the coming weekend. I don't have a car, but I'm in if anyone wants to drive. Devil's Head and Cascade Mountain are both 2.5-3 hours away, but look like the best options. There's a couple closer ones but they don't have snow. Anyway, it would be fun if anyone wants to go. Let me know!

Keep it together.

I've been sick for a few days now, but I started feeling much better yesterday afternoon. I went out for a walk just to soak up some of the good (weird?) weather we've been having, and pick up a few things. It's nice just wearing a hoody in January. I went out to get something to eat, and stop off at Emilio's grocery to get some cooking stuff. It's funny because on the way over there, I noticed something. In Little Italy you can always hear the birds chirping and singing and all that. Over here I've noticed much more the sound of pigeons. Sometimes they hang out on the various window sills, and they seem to have all kinds of different calls or sounds too. I just thought that was interesting.

So I went to the little pancake place by the el stop, and the lady sits me down, brings me a drink, and gives me a newspaper. For some reason this completely caught me off guard, and I thought it was really cool. I had an omelette with toast and sausage, and read what everyone thinks the Bears need to do in the playoffs. I skipped the hash browns, and when I paid the bill, the lady gave me my card back with one of those Ghirardelli's chocolate squares. She said since I was being good, having no hash browns, I should eat one of these! She's a nice little spanish lady.

Last night I went to the Clipper with Colin, Kevin, Nate and Leslie. Chuck showed up a little later too. It was good to go out, and the crowd was interesting. A rockabilly band was playing, and the people were dressed accordingly. I saw my fair share of pompadores, black pants, and dancing. Me and Leslie were scoping out prospectives for eachother, but the dude to chick ratio was pretty high. We had a few drinks, I bought some tamales from the tamale guy, and me, Colin, Kevin, and Nate left in Kevin's car. We wolfed down the tamales one by one in the car, leaving a corn husk trail behind the car the whole way home.

Afterward, Colin and I had a couple more drinks since it was early, listened to a few records and discussed interior decorating. Yeah, it was awesome.