Thursday, June 28, 2007
Will someone please kill Paris Hilton. If I hear one more exclusive interview, or hear her mention how she found God and wants to inspire little girls one more time, I'm going to throw up. She's a semi-attractive skank who is just taking up space on the earth, she doesn't even have any talents! At least Brittney Spears sings and dances a bit.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
damn
Goddamn it got political up in this piece!!!
All i gotta say is I hope Chavez gets some nuclear weapons and attacks Canada, I hate fucking Canadians.....
All i gotta say is I hope Chavez gets some nuclear weapons and attacks Canada, I hate fucking Canadians.....
...Hello Brown
Tarun,
I would hardly call CAFTA and NAFTA an "even hand" by Bill, suffice to say, the only way from the "rut" we find ourselves in due to the Bush Administrations raping of Americans rights and pilaging of foreign resources and money is up and out. The Dems already have the majority in the Congress, Scooter Libby is going to jail, Cheney was Subpoenaed today, and the wrongs that the apathetic and feer-ridden American public have allowed Cheney, Bush, and all of the pathetically obtuse and corrupt Republicans to propogate for the last 7 years are beginning to turn right by the hand of the Dems, and people who actually care. Politics is cyclical, and always has been. The real problem lies in the American people. I don't think that "shouting in the wind" is an accurate description what the liberals and progressives have been trying to do since the war in Iraq. I'm hopeful and optomisitc that change will and is currently taking place in order to right our standing with the rest of the world and restore people's faith in our country as a country of peace and prosperity FOR ALL(not just the elite or members of the Bush family and the Carlyle group). The American people need to have a fundamental change in their axiom of thought. If we don't shout no one will hear us.
The media doesn't help the American people's inherent apathy by it's 24/7 coverage of Anna Nicole Smith's OD, or Paris Hilton going to jail, rather than reporting on real things that actually affect all of us , like the 3,500 dead American soldiers and their families, or the lack of health coverage for Americans, and the growing income gap between the rich and the poor, not to mention the genocide in Darfur...blah blah blah. I think that last time the world had a genocide (Rwanda), after looking back the majority of Americans share great regret for not taking action or encouraging the Clinton administration to do something. Let's hope that Americans grow some balls, and start to care and do. If we don't act, our opinoins mean nothing. We might as well listen to Brittany Spears (see Farenheit 9/11). Yes, the Bush Administration has done so much damage to our Country from a domestic and foreign viewpoint, some irrevocable, and some not, that we all fell like we've been put thru the ringer, but it's never to late to make a change. All I'm saying is that yes, we speak with our vote as a people, but real change initiates from action. I think that we can right the ship so to speak, and I'm not afraid that Putin , or Kim Il-Jong are going to attack us. The Dems don't have it all right, but neither does the structure of American democracy. Real change initiates from within. Grassroots baby! ....now I'm rambling, but you get the point....
I'm getting tired too. Any responses?
I would hardly call CAFTA and NAFTA an "even hand" by Bill, suffice to say, the only way from the "rut" we find ourselves in due to the Bush Administrations raping of Americans rights and pilaging of foreign resources and money is up and out. The Dems already have the majority in the Congress, Scooter Libby is going to jail, Cheney was Subpoenaed today, and the wrongs that the apathetic and feer-ridden American public have allowed Cheney, Bush, and all of the pathetically obtuse and corrupt Republicans to propogate for the last 7 years are beginning to turn right by the hand of the Dems, and people who actually care. Politics is cyclical, and always has been. The real problem lies in the American people. I don't think that "shouting in the wind" is an accurate description what the liberals and progressives have been trying to do since the war in Iraq. I'm hopeful and optomisitc that change will and is currently taking place in order to right our standing with the rest of the world and restore people's faith in our country as a country of peace and prosperity FOR ALL(not just the elite or members of the Bush family and the Carlyle group). The American people need to have a fundamental change in their axiom of thought. If we don't shout no one will hear us.
The media doesn't help the American people's inherent apathy by it's 24/7 coverage of Anna Nicole Smith's OD, or Paris Hilton going to jail, rather than reporting on real things that actually affect all of us , like the 3,500 dead American soldiers and their families, or the lack of health coverage for Americans, and the growing income gap between the rich and the poor, not to mention the genocide in Darfur...blah blah blah. I think that last time the world had a genocide (Rwanda), after looking back the majority of Americans share great regret for not taking action or encouraging the Clinton administration to do something. Let's hope that Americans grow some balls, and start to care and do. If we don't act, our opinoins mean nothing. We might as well listen to Brittany Spears (see Farenheit 9/11). Yes, the Bush Administration has done so much damage to our Country from a domestic and foreign viewpoint, some irrevocable, and some not, that we all fell like we've been put thru the ringer, but it's never to late to make a change. All I'm saying is that yes, we speak with our vote as a people, but real change initiates from action. I think that we can right the ship so to speak, and I'm not afraid that Putin , or Kim Il-Jong are going to attack us. The Dems don't have it all right, but neither does the structure of American democracy. Real change initiates from within. Grassroots baby! ....now I'm rambling, but you get the point....
I'm getting tired too. Any responses?
Goodbye Tony
As Tony Blair steps down and Brown suites up, the US finds itself a little more lonely in this increasingly paranoid and power hungry world. If Brown cannot help us, nobody can.
Jimi understood it in "Castles Made of Sand", Bill embraced it with his diplomacy and even hand. Cheney and Rumsfield f*cked it all up and sadly the US finds itself in a rut that would have never been if events after 9/11 had been handled with justice and candor. But we cannot go on shouting in the wind and neither can we wait for 2008. We've seen a failed election before and my faith in the American hoi polloi is in a lull. It's upon us to influence and ingratiate our fellow Coloradans. Hell we already got Smith, and Andrew is turning out to be a fine piece of democratic machinery.
The US finds itself in an increasingly hostile environment. Latin America has Chavez, Russia has Putin, North Korea - Kim Jong Il (im so ronery..!), and in the Middle East we are our own worst enemies. An incessed Brown at the British PM and the US will slowly lose its stranglehold over Western Europe. Where do we find ourselves then? With a black president? Another Clinton? Can this country understand and undertake such drastic change that we can effectively mitigate our inflated ego and become an equitable world player?
....shit. I went to lunch and now that I've come back I don't care nor have the energy to finish this. When do we implement nap time Senator Obama for a more productive and well rested working force? Of course, I shouldn't have stayed out till 12 last night with Ria...mmmmm sleep..
Jimi understood it in "Castles Made of Sand", Bill embraced it with his diplomacy and even hand. Cheney and Rumsfield f*cked it all up and sadly the US finds itself in a rut that would have never been if events after 9/11 had been handled with justice and candor. But we cannot go on shouting in the wind and neither can we wait for 2008. We've seen a failed election before and my faith in the American hoi polloi is in a lull. It's upon us to influence and ingratiate our fellow Coloradans. Hell we already got Smith, and Andrew is turning out to be a fine piece of democratic machinery.
The US finds itself in an increasingly hostile environment. Latin America has Chavez, Russia has Putin, North Korea - Kim Jong Il (im so ronery..!), and in the Middle East we are our own worst enemies. An incessed Brown at the British PM and the US will slowly lose its stranglehold over Western Europe. Where do we find ourselves then? With a black president? Another Clinton? Can this country understand and undertake such drastic change that we can effectively mitigate our inflated ego and become an equitable world player?
....shit. I went to lunch and now that I've come back I don't care nor have the energy to finish this. When do we implement nap time Senator Obama for a more productive and well rested working force? Of course, I shouldn't have stayed out till 12 last night with Ria...mmmmm sleep..
holy S
oh poor Bulgarians!!! why must we punish a civilization that was smart enough to forget that horrible horrible decade...... The 80's. I suggest we in the United States follow suit, and strike 80's music, lets learn something from our Bulgarian brothers.
Helms at least play them some sublime, red hot chilli peppers, and some linkin park.
"Just because you dont want them to listen to rap, you shouldnt make them listen to crap" ( thats a line of my new hip hop album "get fat or die frying").
Talking about Bulgarians, check out some of their proverbs....hilarious
http://www.omda.bg/ENGL/ethnography/pogovorki.html
Helms at least play them some sublime, red hot chilli peppers, and some linkin park.
"Just because you dont want them to listen to rap, you shouldnt make them listen to crap" ( thats a line of my new hip hop album "get fat or die frying").
Talking about Bulgarians, check out some of their proverbs....hilarious
http://www.omda.bg/ENGL/ethnography/pogovorki.html
Bring Back the 80's
Bulgarians have absolutely terrible taste in music. Their idea of a classic is "Smack That," anything by 50 Cent, and the newest rubbish from Fergie and Gwen Stefani. Therefore, I have made it my new goal to bring good music to Bulgarians, or at least my jaded version of good music. I have purchased speakers and am now having "theme" days at the office for music. Yesterday was a random shuffle of the top 100 classic rock songs of all time, today a random mix of mostly 80's rock. The playlist so far:
- "Your Love" by The Outfield
- "More Than a Feeling" by Boston
- "The Final Countdown" by Europe
- "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey
- "Can't You See" by Marshall Tucker Band
- "Heat of the Moment" by Asia
- "Carry on Wayward Son" by Kansas
- "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult
- "Your Love" by The Outfield
- "More Than a Feeling" by Boston
- "The Final Countdown" by Europe
- "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey
- "Can't You See" by Marshall Tucker Band
- "Heat of the Moment" by Asia
- "Carry on Wayward Son" by Kansas
- "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Colorado Life
HAhaha, the fat guy at the movies story almost had me shitting myself at work. That or the free Chicken fajitas we had for lunch.
Renny, Stop bitching...it is 100 degrees here in Colorado, so suck it up. You're people are from the equator anyways so you should enjoy it while you can.
For all of you wondering about and missing me here is my latest: I am moving again downtown a couple of blocks from the Fillmore with yours truly...Craig and David. I think you all remember these knuckleheads from Gregory Creek, that or a long night of psychadelic inducing drugs. Anyways, our place is sick... granite countertops, stainless steel appliances...blah blah blah, although it may be in the middle of Crackytown USA. Suffice to say, I'm sure going to miss the homeless Mexicans dumpster diving next to my bedroom window and the live filmings of COPS at 3:38 on a Wednesday morning outside my front door.
Also, I saw John Elway at a Colorado Crush game yesterday.
I love you all, don't change.
-Evan
Renny, Stop bitching...it is 100 degrees here in Colorado, so suck it up. You're people are from the equator anyways so you should enjoy it while you can.
For all of you wondering about and missing me here is my latest: I am moving again downtown a couple of blocks from the Fillmore with yours truly...Craig and David. I think you all remember these knuckleheads from Gregory Creek, that or a long night of psychadelic inducing drugs. Anyways, our place is sick... granite countertops, stainless steel appliances...blah blah blah, although it may be in the middle of Crackytown USA. Suffice to say, I'm sure going to miss the homeless Mexicans dumpster diving next to my bedroom window and the live filmings of COPS at 3:38 on a Wednesday morning outside my front door.
Also, I saw John Elway at a Colorado Crush game yesterday.
I love you all, don't change.
-Evan
Monday, June 25, 2007
For All You Math Lovers
In other news, it is 102 degrees, I'm am sitting in my office sweating profusely, and my colleague refuses to allow me to open both the door and the window for fear that the draft will make us sick. All fear the "techenie"
movie tragedy
well i dont know how you follow that last post??? (killer crocs the nome is wearing), but I'll do my best...
So I was out on a date tonight (yea yea I know y'all dont believe me, but seriously) at the movie theater. In order to combat the 110 degree Vegas heat we both decided to get ICEE's or slushies, whatever you want to call them. So we both got the cherry flavor and after I made her pay for the drinks because I "forgot my wallet" we proceeded to theater 13 which seemed a little erie, but surely nothing would happen. As we walked into our row my amazingly clumsy date spilled half of her cherry slushy on the ground. I pointed, laughed, the usual reaction of your every day asshole. Then I told her it was ok and got her a new straw, yet neglected to notify any of the theater wokers of the mess we had made.
The commercials before the movie began, and still we though nothing of the slippery trap that laid beside us. Moments later I noticed a three hundred pound guy carrying the usual snacks you would expect from a guy with such a build, nachos, a large drink, and a buncha crunch, walking towards us. Suddenly "BLAOW!!!!!" the big fat ass eats shit.....
It took me a second to realize that we were the ones at fault in this accident, but once I did I hid the ICEE's as quickly as possible and leaned over to help the guy. He almost started crying and made me call the manager because his ankle was "killing him". But to end the story, the two security guards came out and carried this guy since his ankle had blown up to the size of a large orange. Even though I feel horrible, I still found humor in this story as any other asshole out there would...
So I was out on a date tonight (yea yea I know y'all dont believe me, but seriously) at the movie theater. In order to combat the 110 degree Vegas heat we both decided to get ICEE's or slushies, whatever you want to call them. So we both got the cherry flavor and after I made her pay for the drinks because I "forgot my wallet" we proceeded to theater 13 which seemed a little erie, but surely nothing would happen. As we walked into our row my amazingly clumsy date spilled half of her cherry slushy on the ground. I pointed, laughed, the usual reaction of your every day asshole. Then I told her it was ok and got her a new straw, yet neglected to notify any of the theater wokers of the mess we had made.
The commercials before the movie began, and still we though nothing of the slippery trap that laid beside us. Moments later I noticed a three hundred pound guy carrying the usual snacks you would expect from a guy with such a build, nachos, a large drink, and a buncha crunch, walking towards us. Suddenly "BLAOW!!!!!" the big fat ass eats shit.....
It took me a second to realize that we were the ones at fault in this accident, but once I did I hid the ICEE's as quickly as possible and leaned over to help the guy. He almost started crying and made me call the manager because his ankle was "killing him". But to end the story, the two security guards came out and carried this guy since his ankle had blown up to the size of a large orange. Even though I feel horrible, I still found humor in this story as any other asshole out there would...
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
ahhhh
I just ate so much fucking rice........ i think i may shit myself again......
Hey Tarun I got one word for you.... strooker
for those of you that dont know what that means, ask him to tell you the story
Hey Tarun I got one word for you.... strooker
for those of you that dont know what that means, ask him to tell you the story
Helms #1 (as I did come out first)
Ward, you are going to make a great flight attendant some day.
Unfortunately, at this point in my life, at least for a good month, my life is not nearly exciting as that of my evil twin brother Helms.
Yesterday, the highlight of my day was sitting there watching as one of the guests at the hotel I work at yelled at my co-worker who accidentally checked two guests in to the same room. In between his projectile spit and the whimpers of my co-worker, I stood there in my standard Hyatt Place vest and uniform with a large smirk enjoying my stolen Starbucks espresso shot.
The next night, as I was working the bar, I was hit on by a 40-something year old lady who asked me what time I got off, and if employees could hang out with guests in their rooms. I evaded her advances and secured a decent sized tip in the end.
Today I went to the allergist and thoroughly enjoyed a 45-minute conversation discussing the prevalence of allergies in Colorado. Wow, my life is fascinating.
Meanwhile, my brother is hitting on 15-year-old Bulgarian girls and enthusiastically indulging himself in endless alcohol. But I'm not jealous... :)
Unfortunately, at this point in my life, at least for a good month, my life is not nearly exciting as that of my evil twin brother Helms.
Yesterday, the highlight of my day was sitting there watching as one of the guests at the hotel I work at yelled at my co-worker who accidentally checked two guests in to the same room. In between his projectile spit and the whimpers of my co-worker, I stood there in my standard Hyatt Place vest and uniform with a large smirk enjoying my stolen Starbucks espresso shot.
The next night, as I was working the bar, I was hit on by a 40-something year old lady who asked me what time I got off, and if employees could hang out with guests in their rooms. I evaded her advances and secured a decent sized tip in the end.
Today I went to the allergist and thoroughly enjoyed a 45-minute conversation discussing the prevalence of allergies in Colorado. Wow, my life is fascinating.
Meanwhile, my brother is hitting on 15-year-old Bulgarian girls and enthusiastically indulging himself in endless alcohol. But I'm not jealous... :)
Vitality
I have a feeling that this blog may last all of 3 days depending on the content written. Not that I can single handedly fix this so.....I have included a diverse group of you to contribute to this blog. So far, and expectedly so, it is the college crowd that has submitted posts. If you know anyone that you want in on this discussion please let me know and I will get them added.
Eric, glad to see you are still an alcolholic.
Renny, I got one word for you....J-O-B
Im in a reckless mood and unfortunately have nothing to lash out against except for co-workers and this blog so let me just start with the grumblings of a chino sitting, dress shirt sticking, watch on my right wrist wearing, 20 year old something with the expectations of more, but the continual contentment with less.
Or perhaps Ill just jet. It is the weekend after all...
Eric, glad to see you are still an alcolholic.
Renny, I got one word for you....J-O-B
Im in a reckless mood and unfortunately have nothing to lash out against except for co-workers and this blog so let me just start with the grumblings of a chino sitting, dress shirt sticking, watch on my right wrist wearing, 20 year old something with the expectations of more, but the continual contentment with less.
Or perhaps Ill just jet. It is the weekend after all...
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Ramblings from the Eastern Front
Life in the Bulgaria is fucking hard... here's the recap of my week
Friday I leave work early at 10:30 and travel 5 hours to the town of Boboshevo where I lived for the first 3 months in Bulgaria. The weekend consisted of spending the day at the pool drinking beer, getting meal after meal stuffed down my throat by my host mom, drinking rakia and beer with my host dad who was ecstatic to have someone to get drunk with again (their new volunteer is a broad who doesn't drink much,) and then going to the disco at night with my Bulgarian buddies.
Sunday afternoon I left and went to Dupnitsa where I sat around in the town garden restaurant with my former teacher Julia, chatting, eating, and drinking beer. After blatantly ignoring a girl in town who wanted to see me (different story for a different time) I headed up to Sofia for the night and crashed in a hostel.
Monday afternoon Tiffany and Stephanie came into town and we headed to a town on the Black Sea coast. This consisted of two days at the beach, jumping off of the pier into the water, drinking rakia and vodka, eating a grip of food, and then heading to the disco and karaoke bar at night.
This adventure was capped off by half a day in Sofia yesterday before they flew to Poland. We walked around a bit and upon running out of things to do, went to a restaurant for a solid day drunk of wine and beer. Upon arriving at work this morning (the only day of work for me this week mind you) I was told that at noon we have a municipal banquet up in one of the nearby villages which will inevitably mean us eating kebaps and grilled meat, drinking absurd amounts of rakia and beer, and stumbling back into town at around seven. It's a tough goddamn life out here but somebody has to do it
Friday I leave work early at 10:30 and travel 5 hours to the town of Boboshevo where I lived for the first 3 months in Bulgaria. The weekend consisted of spending the day at the pool drinking beer, getting meal after meal stuffed down my throat by my host mom, drinking rakia and beer with my host dad who was ecstatic to have someone to get drunk with again (their new volunteer is a broad who doesn't drink much,) and then going to the disco at night with my Bulgarian buddies.
Sunday afternoon I left and went to Dupnitsa where I sat around in the town garden restaurant with my former teacher Julia, chatting, eating, and drinking beer. After blatantly ignoring a girl in town who wanted to see me (different story for a different time) I headed up to Sofia for the night and crashed in a hostel.
Monday afternoon Tiffany and Stephanie came into town and we headed to a town on the Black Sea coast. This consisted of two days at the beach, jumping off of the pier into the water, drinking rakia and vodka, eating a grip of food, and then heading to the disco and karaoke bar at night.
This adventure was capped off by half a day in Sofia yesterday before they flew to Poland. We walked around a bit and upon running out of things to do, went to a restaurant for a solid day drunk of wine and beer. Upon arriving at work this morning (the only day of work for me this week mind you) I was told that at noon we have a municipal banquet up in one of the nearby villages which will inevitably mean us eating kebaps and grilled meat, drinking absurd amounts of rakia and beer, and stumbling back into town at around seven. It's a tough goddamn life out here but somebody has to do it
damn......
What can I say?? I guess I am pretty lucky individual, at least I feel that way today. For those of you that do not know, I am in a midst of a two month vacation which I call "getting my real estate license in Vegas". Needless to say it doesnt take two months to complete this task, but I am simply not ready for this grown up shit, so I decided to take a summer vacation. Essentially I went to the batting cages today, then snuck into the mirage pool and started drinking margaritas in the 110 degree weather at 1:00 pm. Then after having a wondeful meal at margaritaville, I came home and took a nap.
Yeah, yeah I know its unfair for those of you having to wake up for the daily 9-5 grind, but then again y'all should see my bank account, ouch. The way i look at it its all a tradeoff, I know I need to start thinking more about the future and money and what not, but at what risk!?!?! right now I am more worried about having fun, not growing up, and keeping my tan.... (what a gay ending!)
Yeah, yeah I know its unfair for those of you having to wake up for the daily 9-5 grind, but then again y'all should see my bank account, ouch. The way i look at it its all a tradeoff, I know I need to start thinking more about the future and money and what not, but at what risk!?!?! right now I am more worried about having fun, not growing up, and keeping my tan.... (what a gay ending!)
First question to start shit off.
Have any of us had a "BAD" drink together? I think not. Any drink that has tasted bad has probably been because we were wasted enough to think of the concocktion. Ahh blurry memories.
Flight Training
Today I passed my instrument rating for multi-engine airplanes. I will be starting Crew Resource Management, where I learn to interact with a pilot who is second in comand. Then I will be flying in the friendly skies all across the country. Hope all is well.
Intro
Hello Everyone -
The idea for this blog started a couple of weeks ago when engaged in rabid debate with a couple friends. But now, with everyone spread over a wide area, those conversations we used to have are just not possible. This blog is the cure. Here we can voice our opinions on whatever issue, write stories, and in general, type to contentment. I invite you to join the discussion.
To get write access you will need a gmail account. Email me at tarunbhasin1@gmail.com and I will get you set up.
Enjoy and most of all please write!
Cheers,
Tarun
The idea for this blog started a couple of weeks ago when engaged in rabid debate with a couple friends. But now, with everyone spread over a wide area, those conversations we used to have are just not possible. This blog is the cure. Here we can voice our opinions on whatever issue, write stories, and in general, type to contentment. I invite you to join the discussion.
To get write access you will need a gmail account. Email me at tarunbhasin1@gmail.com and I will get you set up.
Enjoy and most of all please write!
Cheers,
Tarun
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