meetmeinmassachusetts

2008-09-04T11:02:00.000-07:00

Yo, I totally knew sales would play me like this- a.k.a. Running Training

2008-03-05T09:43:00.000-08:00

Yo, again it's been more than a hot minute this time. It's been a molten minute. In fact, that minute melted and dispersed into our atmosphere about five seconds after my last post.
Well, my most recent relevent story happened last night at the caucus but I've actually already blogged that. "What!?" you're sure to have just exclaimed. "But I don't see that post here!?" Hold your horses funboy. It was posted in the appropriate non meetmeinmassachusetts oriented site "MuchoPolitico" (also on blogspot). After reading almost all of the entries, I'm prety sure it's about politics. I breifly considered pasting it here in case any meetmeinmassachusetts fans wanted to know about Texas caucus protocol. That would be cheap tho. Also I would like to plug muchopolitico.blogspot.com --go there before it is too late. So right now, at this moment, I am in sales training. Specifically for the "language queues" here at apple support. I'd attempted to upload a pictue of me with a Mexican and a Frenchman classmates but it appears that Apple's mighty firewall is preventing that. I'll try again later.
Anyhow, it's great to learn the best ways to sell y'all on Macs and iPods... especially when I'm doin' it in Spanish ("llamame vaquero! llamame vaquero!") but I'm still trying to incorporate these skills into my stroke game. Problem is, it appears that my stroke game is unimprovable. Oh well, what can you do? SXSW starts in a week and I'm sure will provide ample tales for sharing. If any of my readers have extra money and time off, come on down to austin! Assuming none do--until next time, meetmeinmassachusetts.

Yo, I totally knew all dem shos would come thu

2007-12-23T22:57:00.000-08:00

Yo. Great. Looking forward to meeting everyone in Massachusetts tomorrow on the eve of the birth of Jesus. Throwing down right now in the Chi- Leaning heavy with Karl and Mose. The reunion spirit of dem hollerdays is the true magic of this season and I'm looking forward with reuniting with a whole buncha fellow Massachusetts fuckwits to express this thoroughly. I'd thought I wouldn't be able to make it up but for once the robots in charge if my schedule cash cowed me a vacation on a short circuit. I got time off though a system glitch that could not be reversed. So holler must happen. I'll be back in Massachusetts tomorrow, nut until then, meetmeinmassachsetts.

Yo, I totally knew T-Bird would play me like this

2007-10-24T11:56:00.000-07:00

What's up people! Ready to get down?
TONIGHT!
As advertised, "T-Bird and the Breaks" soon to be (cap city) "THE CC
MAGNUMS" will rock MoMo's (6th & Rio Grande) quite possibly to the
ground. You will not want to be the one who has to say that you
missed this assuredly groundbreaking debut performance. Not unlike
the most profound of historical events, I can confidently say, that
even those unfortunate enough to miss this evening of musical wizardry
will remember where they were when this shit went down. They're
getting up around midnight at which point they will promptly "get
down". Look forward to knowing a new you tomorrow because after
breaking you down to your core elements, this phenom may have just
enough time to rebuild you only so much. Be there or be living out
the rest of your life in the agony of regret. Until then,
meetmeinmassachusetts

Yo, I totally knew Friday would play me like that

2007-09-28T16:33:00.000-07:00

Getting up late wasn't enough. I had to race to the bus stop, chase the bus for a mile, almost catch up to it several times, finally catch up to it at the stoplight before it got on the highway and be denied entrance 'cause it wasn't at a bus stop. Or a curb. But enough about me. You have amazing eyes. You've been told that before I'm sure. A lot of people fancy souping up their weblogspots with all these available bells and whistles. Not me. The only add on I've installed is the ability to stare longingly into your eyes as you read my fingerings. No webcam needed. Sorry I don't have it enabled so that you can look back at me, but that's already kind of what you're doing. Maybe. Sometimes. That's cool, whatever. Maybe just to show everyone how much I don't need anyone reading my weblogspot I'll put it on lockdown so that only I can access it... and the chu. Also, I'll try to wait until I have something to say before my next post but until then,
meetmeinmassachusetts

Yo, I totally knew summer would play me like this.

2007-09-24T08:28:00.000-07:00

Full steam ahead! The activity and movement of the summer season makes it's mark most pronounced on the onset of autum. Everybody reviewing their own Grease montage or greasy palms. Turn, turn, turn. Reflection chills the air. Although it's been some time since September spelled out back to school, it always seems to be a trip back to the drawing board. The culminating chaos of swimsuit season has come to a head and once again proves to bear less fruit than anticipated.
Never in vain, holding less and different tangibles are agents of taking the next step more than indicators of loss. The next step. I am not yet ready to whole heartedly embrace the internet although compelling arguments have been made in post replies to let down some guard. The internet indeed facilitates staying-in-touchedness. On the dawn of this era of renewal I am elated to hear hollers of parties past. And so, I propose social circles utilize this new and terrorfying tool as a way to maintain staying-in-touchedness! Until I can investigate the full scope of implications associated with this new technology I urge all hollerers to utilize it for nothing more! And possibly less! Great to hear from all and I look forward to infiltrating your very own "weblogspots". Yo, until then,
meetmeinmassachusetts

Yo, I totally knew first shift would play me like this

2007-09-20T13:14:00.000-07:00

Yo, It's been a hot minute. As much as I try to duck the internet like an akward hookup of parties past it refuses to be anywhere but right in my face. Literally. I'm currently training as an Apple Customer Service Rep and I got this screen in my grill nine hours a day. Speaking of grills, since my last shout I've abandoned my post on the BBCrew. Meat smoking is still an important part of my life and close to my heart but not unlike your mom, I had to hit it and quit it. And I had been hitting that shit for three years.
The change was sparked by my close associate the Nicaraguan-Irish-Italian Rene Hugo Cuadra, a.k.a. SpicMcWop. Towards the end of July he called to tell me he would be coming through Austin on his way back to MexiMed Skool. Having recently become single and in search of "a new way" I upped the ante and told him I'd quit my job and journey with him into the heart of darkness. The only thing left to do was sign up Chef Lou and Mic G. So we did. We had the funnest times we never remembered.
As much as I'd love to review the slightly less fun times we did remember from BBCrew, Mexico and my subsequent visit with my sister in California, this first shift biz has me in a transitionary slump... And I need to get beack to work. So we'll save that for a brighter day. Yo, until then,
meetmeinmassachusetts

yo I totally knew my brother would play me like that.

2007-06-27T03:53:00.000-07:00

yo. what's up internet? I'm sure that much of you [Internet] is quite supprised to hear from me via this medium. Most associates are accostumed to hear from me either caringly consoling them on a moonlit beach or screaming in thier ear in a crowded loud room about my impeccable acomplishmests. Well, I'm glad to report that I'm here to do niether. Actually I'm here by what I could only wish was a series of unfortunate coincidences.
My brother Mose recently started a blog; "creature comforts."Projections estimate that it is soon to surpass both nambla.com and myspace.com in popularity. As I was attempting to access "Creature Comforts" through the bookmark I had created, I was led astray. Suddenly I was writing my own "web log." The chips didn't stack.
Mose was aware of my anti internet activisim. Not the kind where you attempt to sabbotage the internet. The kind where you use it as a convienience while "hypocritically" accusing it of being creepy. I can only assume that my brother set me up to fall into some wormhole of internet communication.
I would love to holler more and I'm sure I'll be tricked into it again. Yo. Until then,
meetmeinmassachusetts