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Friday, October 25, 2002
PURE HUBRIS I just noticed that on my brower's bookmarks list, my blog is between James Lileks and Jim Treacher. Heh. Wednesday, October 23, 2002
FUNERAL OBSERVATIONS The funeral for my friend Chris was Friday in Peoria, IL. He was only 28. Observation #1: Badly-played pipe organ music & Pink Floyd do not mix. The pipe organ was playing while people filed into the church. After the initial speaker, they played a song over the sound system (Ben Harper, maybe?), followed by another speaker, followed by Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" (the song, not the whole album). Another speaker, more Pink Floyd. The funeral service ended with a PowerPoint slide show of pics of Chris as he grew up. He had really bad 80's hair in high school. Observation #2: make the gravesite service longer, so as to justify the huge caravan of cars tying up traffic. I felt kinda shorted when, after driving 10 minutes in a huge line of cars, the gravesite service was about 30 seconds long. Why even bother? I'm sure I wouldn't have been as grumpy if it had been warmer with no 30 mph wind, but oh well.... Observation #3: having the community church ladies hold a potluck after the service was a good thing. Good food, a chance to catch up with friends, and an AWESOME homemade brownie with CoolWhip for dessert. Yum! I still didn't cry at this funeral. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it's because I got it out of my system the day I found out... During the service, I started to space out when they started all of the religious stuff, and I got to thinking about Chris. I thought about how he wouldn't be around for future events in our lives, all of the things he'd never get to do, all of the things he didn't get to see.....and it kinda reminded me of all of the things I haven't done & seen yet. The world just seems a little less interesting without him in it... The service also had the nasty side effect of highlighting the sense of loneliness that has been gnawing on me the last several months. I'm not quite sure yet why it has affected me so....I'll need to examine this in more detail. Observation #4: Chris' brother Bill said that I was to have his prized Mario Lemieux hockey jersey, because Chris & I used to watch hockey together all the time at The Vine in Iowa City, and he was sure that Chris would've wanted me to have it. Not to be ungrateful, I accepted, but I found myself reacting in a rather unexpected way. I didn't want it. I didn't want to take something of Chris'. Right now, it's almost like he'll knock on the door, asking for it back. It feels too much like....sacrilege. I mean, it's Chris' jersey, not mine. I found myself feeling rather ghoulish for even agreeing to such a thing. I had similar feelings when my last grandparent passed away, but they were never this strong... Dammit, he did it all wrong. I was supposed to die before him. YEAH, BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN? Here's the dream I had during my nap this afternoon: I was frantically trying to call Lorelei (from "The Gilmore Girls") for...something (date maybe?), but I couldn't find her number. So I went to her mother's house, and in exchange for the number of her daughter, I would do these weird tasks. No, I don't remember what the weird tasks were, but I know that they were weird as when I woke up, I thought to myself "man, those were weird tasks..." Any budding Freuds out there wanna take a crack at this one? Tuesday, October 22, 2002
WTF? Recent searchengine query: every time you masterbate, god kills a kitty What the fuck is that all about? And more importantly: why the hell am I the #1 webpage for that in an MSN search? Monday, October 21, 2002
AT LEAST IT'S OVER I'm back from the funeral. It was...surreal. In addition, I had a pretty waitress flirt with me this weekend. It would've been better if I wasn't 12 years older than her. More later as the details fall into place. |