When I was probably 10 or so, I went to a family reunion (on my dad's side; my mom's side rarely had reunions) and everyone was excited by an expert who had traced our family's geneology back to the Mayflower. I remember creepy stories of a great-aunt who killed herself, and of a great grand father who had artistic tendancies. My father told me about him, and afterwords we felt like we had artist's blood flowing through our veins. It was a good feeling! I don't know what family lore I will share with my children, but I hope that they will express themselves no matter what "blood" is flowing through them.

kokiriko bushi / omodaka

rabble rabble rabble

I'm only posting here because I'm pretty sure no-one will check here, and I feel like rambling.

I went to see "Faust" with my mom tonight which was pretty gay. Sorry for the adolescent parlance, but going to the opera with my mom sends me back to a surlier time when everything was gay and wack. This opera was certainly wack, save a few unintentionally funny scenes and the finale, which was strangely moving. The only other opera I've seen was "Carmen" and I enjoyed it a lot. It was also a dress rehearsal because I'm poor, and because I've only seen practice runs I can't give a full critique, since we're warned beforehand that the performers will be singing less vigorously to save their voices for the real performance. In "Faust" for example, the title character was completely outdone by the supporting characters, making the whole show a bit strange. Also, there's a scene where Satan performs an abortion - the GR crowd-reaction was priceless.

My mom told us that we'd go to her friend's high rise condo and have drinks and hors d'oeuvres befor the show. She failed to mention that 25 other people I've never met before would be showing up as well - many of them students. It was gay and wack. People (including me) kept complimenting the view she had. But while looking out the window I couldn't help but think 'this city sucks this city sucks this city sucks.' She has a view of: The Eberhard Center, The Van Andel Public Museum, The Gerald R. Ford Museum, and the brown river the some dare call grand.

I'm studying for the LSAT. I don't know if I want to take the LSAT, or if I have it in me to be a lawyer. I might be better off just finding some MA program and having that as my jumping-off point. I remember laughingly saying that a college degree doesn't get you anything anymore when I was still in college. It's not funny anymore.

Don't fuck the gum label

Audrey's brother works and lives in Beijing. He brought back this printer-paper box. I had to take a picture, because the word fuck will always be funny.


He also brought back a bag of what looked like colorfully wrapped candies, but are in fact spicy dried beef. I still have a few if anyone wants to try one.

Washréal

Our east coast trip is coming to a close. Thank G-d, because I ran out of socks. Also, it's fucking freezing here in Montreal. We were sweating our balls (and ovaries) off in DC, but it was nice seeing all that shit again. The city seemed even more uptight than I expected. All vehicular traffic is blocked in front of the White House, and you can't walk in the street (the Secret Service clowns need to stand there). If you deviate from the sidewalk I imagine you'd get a taser rammed up your ass. I visited during the Clinton years and there wasn't any of that. I mean the White House is still another 300 yards away from the street for Pete's sake!


We went to the Holocaust Museum (AKA Lies) and the National Archives and the International Spy Museum.


Then we continued north to NY and stayed with my Uncle David in the east village. Audrey was pretty blown away. I'm afraid she prefers Manhatten over Grand Rapids. Bitch.


David spent tons of money entertaining us by getting us drunk. It was great.


We visited the UN. Took the tour. What a bunch of peacefags with their "resolutions" trying to fag up our foreign policy. We've got running the world covered over here. Thanks but no thanks.


We also saw a statue that the French were forced to give us because they knew that only giant gifts from time to time would keep us from coming over and kicking their asses.


It was a wonderful trip, but now I'm exhausted. Audrey wants us to go out and experience a bit more of Montreal, so I must go brave the cold.

Love,
Andrew

azerty

Look, it's me and Audrey.


This is our living room.


We are going to New York and Montreal next week.



Until next time, don't take my word for it.

I agree 100% Dick.