everything is connected

i have a lot of things i've been saving in the back of my mind to blog. this is going to ramble like a sumbitch.

this is the first good blog title i've come up with in a while. i think i'm going to pick up i heart huckabees from best buy before saturday. it's on sale there for $16.

what was on sale there for $16 before i left for new york is donnie darko - the director's cut. i wanted, but i waited. now it's up to $20. dang. i told stoops about it and he had actually seen it in a theater in new york a few months ago. i didn't even know of the existence of a director's cut until i saw it at best buy. i hear it clears up a lot of questions about time travel, but the soundtrack is not good. that is straight out of the horse's mouth (the horse being stoops).

in case that second paragraph, if one can call it a paragraph, didn't make sense from a flow sense, i suppose that's the theme of the movie. is everything connected, or is everything meaningless? which one is more comforting?

i have to grade quizzes. i was at school until 3:30 or so, i think, the friday that vacation started, before i realized vacation had fucking started and i was grading shit. so a fair amount is done. and i have prep first block on monday, followed by _all_ five classes, but i should get that out of the way.

why is everything connected? i went to barnes and noble with susan two weeks ago, maybe three, and the novel "the curious incident with the dog in the night-time" was in one of those display boxes at the cashier counter. i might have mixed up some prepositions and articles in the title. she said it was an interesting book, but was not especially effusive in her praise. i don't remember how, but i was talking to catherine either that night or the next and she brought up the same book. i don't think i mentioned it first. and while i was in new york, tao brought up an article (was it an article) and was talking about how this autistic person described math. the guy visualized colors and shapes, and how two numbers (with two different colors), would somehow meld and become a new color when he multiplied them. or something like that.

the book was really good. i read the whole thing in one night. ah, how wondrous is a night without a bedtime. it's written from the point of view of an autistic child trying to solve the mystery of the murder of his neighbor's dog. it's sweet, and i think poignant, although i don't know what poignant means. i just know this book is poignant.

i bought arrested development season 1 on dvd. i watched the first five episodes with rohrbach tonight. it is incredible. i laughed so loudly (and obnoxiously, probably) the whole way through. in one episode, this guy, steve lot or something, kept saying his name and raising his arms up. this led to o'doyle rules of billy madison, and then to adam sandler, so i described the awesome-o episode of south park to jon. then tonight i was talking to catherine about how great the dog incident book is, and i mentioned arrested development, and she said she liked it now, because i had been bugging her to watch it forever, and then i asked her about 50 first dates, because i had also been bugging her to see that as well. and she asked me if i had ever seen the awesome-o episode of south park. although this connection is made through adam sandler both times, it's funny that adam sandler automatically leads to awesome-o.

new york was good. eating at carmine's was great. or more precisely, in steiner's apt over carmine's. what a great location. i also got takeout from saigon grill, which did not require crossing a single street. watching ong-bak twice was great. eating the kara-age from saji's was great. and bringing a pastrami melt and pesto grilled chicken from m2m back to longmeadow was also great.

playing in the winter league game was fun. boy am i out of shape. the team i joined lost, sadly. i didn't play that much. i did catch a goal though. and i would have had an assist if tricia hadn't dropped it.

observing the winter league party was strange. fun still, but i felt so different from everybody the entire time. too tired or too old or too teacher to drink. past 11am i felt like crashing, and i snuck out to the lounge twice to go lie down in a chair. i enjoyed watching people dance and being silly and so on, but i couldn't participate. i finally left around 3am when steiner came over and declared, "it's over."

what else did i do? i got to hang out with phil for a few hours, which was sweet. and i saw an imax movie and got dim sum with ariel and his brother. i went to lion's head, thanks corey for pushing back your poker game, although everyone else was tame that night when i was ready to have a couple beers. playing mini in bare feet is brutal.

i won gabi's experiment. don't let anyone tell you otherwise, especially gabi.

just before i started blogging, i signed off world of warcraft. markoh and corpselust, mark and carl, had just left the guild to join EKLIPZ. god that is an awful clan name. i've never met the two, but i still felt sad. i think it was sadness. there was an actual tightness in my stomach that i think means sadness. how weird is that. i don't know what to do in/about/with that game anymore.

i can't keep up with all of these blogs. everyone is blogging again, or else they never stopped and i forgot to check them for a long time. casey gabi stoops are all blogging. tao has one at yet another url, that shit. even catherine started blogging again. i'm positive that blogging activity is directly proportional to unhappiness or stress or something along those lines. which means i feel better in general when people don't blog. i assume if i don't hear from a person, he or she is doing well. actually, i know that for a fact, especially with shes. that happens all the time with girl friends. funny how it's a good thing when they stop calling.

i have left stuff out. i know it. oh well.