Archive for April, 2002
I have been chosen as one of the lucky 12 to serve as a juror in a civil case held in beautiful, downtown Media, PA.
I hold this priveledge with high regard and promise to do my best in helping justice prevail by being part of the sole members selected to find the facts and seperate truth from fiction. All hail the Magna Carta.
I’ll be serving until Friday….. at least.
That’s all I can tell you for now.
This blog will self-destruct in 5 seconds.
I have jury duty tomorrow.
First time ever.
I always wanted to go. Now that I am, I’m dreading it simply because I’d rather have my day off to do something else.
It seems as though my new home just may be The Marshall House.
And just so I can mention Dan again, I know he’s familiar with the place. That’s one of the many places he grew up in.
Recently, they’ve renovated the exterior and Oh My. It’s friggen gorgeous. We have not seen the 2 bedroom we will be getting, because the people have not moved out yet. But there are only a couple 2-beds in the place and to get one is nearly a miracle. We feel very lucky to have gotten this one. We did, however look at a one-bed just to get an idea — and we were pleased. (Obviously, or we wouldn’t have put down a “holding deposit” until we get to see the place.)
If we like what we see, which I’m pretty sure we will…. I could be in there by the 3rd week in May. Less than a month away.
Unfortunatly, I’m less than a mile away from where I live now. In fact, I’m about 4 blocks.
Ugh.
Oh well. It’s an apartment!!
Hey.
Finally, I came across a good story to submit to Blog Wars. Check it out. (Thanks Dan)
Me? I was apartment hunting today and yesterday with Kate. Looked at a few places but we’re nowhere near anything definite.
Wanna buy a CD? I need money.
Oh by the way, I saw Panic Room the other night. Not a film I would buy, but David Fincher still rocks. It’s no Fight Club, but It’s worth seeing.
Me thinks I will go bathe myself now with pre-moistened Multi-Purpose Wipes..
Don’t touch me.
I’ve got a bark that’ll send you 6 feet under.
My head’ll spin so fast – leaving you speechless.
Watching me, gnawing at your fingertips from 1,000 miles away.
Don’t touch me.
My purr and my fur never ever concurred with your
fascination with me.
Crawl, crawl away. Don’t underestimate
the fury I hold.
Don’t touch me.
Don’t lose yourself in me, spiraling, down, down, down.
I have no life, Support.
Come closer.
Don’t touch me.
Wait.
Come closer.
Don’t touch me.
Kate will most likely be my roomate in the coming 2 months.
Say “Hi, Kate.”
(hi, Kate)
More friends coming next blog.
Stay Tuned!
Hello, I’m Coz Baldwin.
You may recognise me from such films as: “Gish, interrupted” and “Stars in The Cozmos”
I would just like to say that the Downy Wrinkle Releaser is the absolute miracle of the 21st century.
It is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.
Play the Rip Van Wrinkle Game on there.
from the ghosts the haunt me
drops of memories, wafting in the air.
I can’t see them as much as I could before.
the night train comes ’round, blowing its whistle at me.
this parcel of memory gift wrapped and silent
from the ghosts that haunt me.
every corner I step around finds dandelions underneath my feet.
straighten them out and blow their seeds till Monday rolls around.
and the land is shaky from infinite holes and I begin to fall.
tumbling down to how you sound without your voice around.
and the night train comes ’round blowing its whistle at me.
this parcel of memory gift wrapped and silent
from the ghosts that haunt me.
so tell me who left you there, where you shouldn’t be standing, alone for awhile until I digress
to what remains to be seen as an afterglow, with so much future untold.
you’re so sad.
“Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
It was those lines that hooked me into drama. Instead of acting out a 25 line soliloquy from Macbeth, as was assigned… I ended up doing the entire scene 5 (act 5) with a little help from a classmate in 12th grade.
“If thou speak’st false,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost for me as much.
I pull in resolution, and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
That lies like truth: ‘Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane:’ and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
If this which he avouches does appear,
There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
I gin to be aweary of the sun,
And wish the estate o’ the world were now undone.
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we’ll die with harness on our back.”
By the time I hit my last line, I had the adrenaline of 5 men inside me. Pushing out every last word with such emotion. I exited stage and turned around to find my class fervently applauding me, with my teacher standing up and rushing towards me with his hand out to shake mine. He did so vigorously and thanked me with an excited smile, not unlike the face one might have after being told they just won the lottery.
It was one of the best moments of my life.
