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Name: Ben
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 12/27/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: Bass, Guitar, Music and Music History. Drunken Style.
Expertise: Reading and music.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Media
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10/16/2003
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| No politics this time. Mer, don't read this...it's just an overview of the past few days.
Friday night Meredith and I attended the Good Brick Awards ceremony at River Oaks Country Club. (And yes, the award actually is a brick). I had done some of the photography for one of the winning entries, and they invited us to join them at their table for the evening. It was a great time; we got the whole works: valet, formal, multi-course dinner and dessert, etc. As the evening wound down and I got the car back from the valet, Meredith found that she had a message on her voicemail: her grandmother had passed away while we were at the party.
It wasn't necessarily unexpected; Mrs. Green had been admitted to a hospice a few days prior, and her breathing had been getting shallower by the day. She passed away Friday evening. This was her father's mother.
The next morning, I found a text message on my phone: her mother's father was in the hospital with an inflamed pancreas. The doctors said that he would probably be okay with rest and a special diet.
Sunday passed uneventfully; we went to two malls looking for an outfit for Mer to wear to the funeral, and I got a belt that I thought would go with my brown shoes (however, I am apparently completely colorblind).
No news Monday. The funeral is Tuesday at ten. It goes well, as well as one can expect a funeral to go. However, we find out that that morning her other grandmother had fallen a fractured her hip and was en route to the hospital. And we found out that her grandfather might have something on his pancreas. He's had cancer before.
Hopefully things will clear up soon.
OH...one more thing: we have a new puppy. My parents found her up at our neighborhood pool. It looked like she'd been dumped there. She was wearing a bell collar to protect her ears. Over the next few days, I made some phone calls and visited two vets in an attempt to determine what kind of breed she is and see if the owner could be found. We quickly realized that we may not want to find the owner, as this dog's ears have been cropped when they shouldn't have been, and that it was likely done in somebody's back yard. The stitches were extremely poor, to the extent that one of the vets offered to remove them for free, just to get them out.
She doesn't get along very well with our fifteen year old corgi, but they're starting to progress. We've named her Daisy, and she's been sleeping in my room. We think she's a min pin/chihuahua mix. | | |
| Alright America, here's the deal: for at least four years you've done nothing but bitch, moan and blame every single one of your problems on George W. Bush. Well guess what? He's done in January, and you don't have Bush to kick around anymore. Yet, your problems are still here, and they're about to get much worse. Anyone that reads this who voted for Obama, you voted to put me out of business. You let the color of someone's skin, or just flat out hatred of our president trump responsibility to your neighbors and friends. That sounds like racism and intolerance to me. You voted to raise my taxes expotentially. I want to know why. Do you honestly think you're going to get revenge on the rich? They didn't get rich by being stupid. They have buildings full of lawyers who only look for holes in tax codes. They'll move their money off shore, or close up shop and start again whenever this nut-job leaves office. You who want 'revenge' on the white man or the rich man just lost your jobs.
My biggest gripe with the results of the election is now I have to listen to his faux-sermons every night on tv for the next four years. He has the most patronizing delivery I've ever heard.
They can take away my money, they can take away my freedom, but they can't take away Top Gear.
Goodnight and Good Luck. | | |
| On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat.
She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat
She looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat.
Well morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
BUt for now you're going to stay
In the year of the cat. | | |
| The power came back on today. We'd been staying at my Uncle's house in Cinco Ranch, which was very fortunate. Meredith had to weather the whole thing with no A/C, but luckily the climate became more tolerable. Her power came back on today, as well.
I snapped these photos the night that Hurricane Ike hit. Who'd have thought a serial killer could be so beautiful...
Hope you're all well, and as spiritually incorrect as it may be, comfortable. | | |
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