I just woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. Having a sore throat over the weekend (apparently I did too much cuddling with one of them).

I just got these pics, taken in March 2004.


The guy next to me, looks familiar? He appeared in this blog once and one of you likened him to a malnourished man craning his neck to be fed. Better lookin' this time? :) The woman next to us is Dr. Donalda Ammons, one of the "celebrity" profs at Gally. She's also president of CISS, the body that governs the Deaflympics. I didn't take any of her classes (she mostly taught Spanish) so it was my first encounter with her. She seemed nice and cool.


The pics were taken the night before the movie "Deaf Noir" was shot. In this picture, the actresses who played the Croatian bitches are in the audience. Play a little "find Waldo"? One of them is several rows behind Dr. Ammons and the other one's a few seats right of actress #1.

I think I'll let a book lull me to sleep now.

Few years ago, Julie T. had a sting operation to bust the guy who stole her pager. The Washington Post even ran a story on it.

I was reminded by it because somebody swiped my mom's SK2 a couple of weeks ago. Next day she checked her account online and found everything wiped out. The address book already contained the thief's home phone number, as well as his friends' and...his mother's :/ In the photo section there was a picture of a young man sitting on the floor eating. My mom printed everything out and showed those juicy leads to the police.

So far the donut munchers've been sluggish on the uptake. She's mulling about calling the thief but doesn't want him to panic and throw away the pager. We're considering other strategies as well.

Julie, I'm trying to remember, how did you get the police to go along with the operation? A cop had a crush on you and did it to woo you, right? Took more than that to sway you apparently :)

"Chow down on juicy T-bones and 3-egg omelets prepared with real butter...Trade in that water bottle for a case of ice-cold beer...Drink all the coffee you want, laced with heavy cream if you like...Take naps instead of running laps!" Well, well, if he's not telling the truth, he's driving thousands of people to early graves with his advice.

Although it's true that mega-healthy eating won't extend our lives that much. Many studies of people who lived to celebrate their 100th birthdays show that they had many vices and the single most important factor for their longevity is to chill—the formal term being "stress management". Not being obese is #2.

I also read just yesterday in the papers that people in northern latitudes are much more likely to get cancer. Turned out not getting enough sun is a huge risk—odds of getting all kinds of cancer except skin cancer skyrocket. Maybe that madman's onto something.

And here's an interesting nutrition news that may alarm some of you (thus shortening your life by 2.4 seconds but giving back 1.9 by making you less obese).

My crib.




Living room #1


Living room #2


Zilla the Iguana


Living room #3, doubling as the VP room

I'm staying at my parents' house for the weekend, sitting their dog while they're vacationing. It's great to be here. I tell you, you can't fully appreciate the green grass and trees until you live in the city.

Yes! He exists.

Just had a convo that took me back to Fall 1998. Jesse and I got laid off from a printing company that was downsizing. We weren't sure what to do. Aha! Live in a tent in Key West for a few months. A girl joined us and we hit the road.

Once we got there, we found out it cost around $50 a night in its only campground. We slept there for only a night before hunting for a cheaper residence. The only available place we found was a villa for recovering alcoholics.

We didn't sink so low as to pretend we were alcoholics (although it was the only time in my life it'd be a good idea to show up sloshed for the application process) but the landlord got us an apartment because he had a deaf brother in law that died young or something. One catch to living there was...you guessed it, we weren't allowed to drink. Not a drop, lest one whiff of our boozy breath tempteth the fellow residents to jump off the wagon. We visited the local bars anyway. It's strange, the power to destroy scores of lives simply by having a beer.

Our last night in K.W. was wild. A hurricane struck and left the island powerless, among things best not mentioned in the public.

My housemates and I used CL to find ourselves a sublet. Yep, a hearing stranger. About time for something different. He's a skater of an unidentifable ethnicity (biracial? Italian? Jewish? Hispanic? Not that I care) who appears in videos or sumtin'. Seems like a cool guy. Is it possible to be a skater and be square?

The weather makes me want to flee to the West Coast or the north. It isn't the heat, it's the humidity.

Going to Savage Creek this Saturday. Gonna paintball with a bunch of people the weekend after. Email/page me if you're interested.