Well, that was fast.

Apparently I have only one class and a thesis to write. Problem is I should have started looking into a topic last semester, if I was in that program. I have worked with two professors at Buff State. One of them works in a field I am not interested in, the other is on sabbatical next year.

So I spent yesterday talking to a few different professors to see if my interests and theirs match. One of them does American art history and I would love working with the guy. I have a class with him next semester, so it might work out.

But, as I am late in getting into this, I have been thinking of expanding my senior thesis. It was on the transition from a medieval mindset to a Renaissance/Humanist mindset in Northern Europe. It dealt heavily with artists like Bosch and Durer, as well as my hero Erasmus. Oh ya, I could put you folks to sleep talking about it. (begin historian/rock star voice) "Hello Buffalo! Are you ready to NAP!" (end)

There aren't many Early Modernist historians in this country. It was a period in vogue in the 70's and is due for a comeback sometime before I am dead. You can imagine my surprise to hear that one of the professor in the department not only is an Early Modernist, but also just wrote a book and my very topic but with a different focus. Jackpot!

I might actually have fun with this!

A martini is made with gin.

A martini is always made with gin.

A martini is never made with vodka.

Now, a vodka martini. Yes, that is made with vodka.

But a martini is always, always, always made with gin.

Next bartender who makes me a martini with vodka looses an eye.

Thankfully estrip's own (e:TheJuggernaut) knows this and is to be loved for it.

But for the rest of you bartenders out there, learn how to tend bar.

Ugh,

To get an MA in Social Studies education, you need about half pedagogy classes, half history. I walk into the history/S.S. ed. department to find out what I have to do to finish up my S.S. ed.MA. Reasonable, you cannot get that degree without finishing student teaching. So, I can't get that. However, they would be more than glad to have me in their history MA program.

crap.

So everything comes full circle and I am back to history again. Luckily, I have only four classes and a thesis to go.

ka-boom

I think I am a gentleman of taste and culture. I am also a man of no shame. With that said, my favorite movie of all time has to be



the wasteland that is Over the Top; which is greater than TS Eliot's Wasteland. I know, in those desolate planes of your childhood, this movie was on some channel people watch only when they are bored or stoned.

The plot is the very stuff of American folklore, like Johnny Apple Seed but with trucks. Sly Stalone picks his estranged son up from military school. He enters into arm wrestling matches and in the end wins not only the tournament, but also the love of his son.

The film can be sumarized in this one minute clip without missing anything. (A brief note. For all you aspiring actors. If you want to learn how to act with just your eyes, look at the man Stalone arm wrestles. He is no less than sensational.)



A light up stage? Multiple refs? A Roped ring? Over a thousand people watching and cheering? WTF?

But Stallone's character, Hawk, is no hulk. He is a samurai, calm even in the moment of striking his enemies down. For example, this scene. And ask yourself "Do you want it?"



This movie is great for so many reasons. Most of all, because it is a sad reflection on Sly. It wants to be Rocky. But instead of the drama of boxing, it is the junior high version: arm wrestling. Instead of fighting for the love of a sexy woman, he is fighting for the love of his son.

Visiting the folks was fun.

I am kinda glad I live eight hours away from my friends. The drama achieved nuclear fission while I was away and the radiation petered out somewhere near Rochester. That was close.

On Saturday I was invited to go to a party with my parents. It was thrown by friends of my parents that I don't really know and in that ignorance I said sure. When I get there it was hard to focus on one thing past the front door. The walls were lined with pictures of Jesus bleeding on everything. On a cross, into a cup, on his face like tears, into the waiting hands of apostles and saints, everything. Maybe it was the fleet of Franciscan monks with long beards and grey robes. Or maybe it was all the people praying.

Holy shit, it has happened. They have finally joined a Catholic cult and are about to drink the kool-aid.

I was literally stepping over people on their knees praying. Praying for things you should be able to pray about standing up. Thank you Lord for making the ziti come out good. Thank you Jesus, the cooler is not leaking water everywhere. Thank you god for bringing everyone, especially the brothers, together.

Even though I was raised Catholic I have never once hidden my complete divorce from mama church. I may have played around with different religions over the years, but Jesus hasn't been my lord since the first Bush administration. So why would they want me to be there?

It was at that point of realization I began to panic. Oh crap. This is an intervention. If I don't get on my knees, repent, and thank god for second helpings of antipasto I am in deep shit.

Thankfully, that was not the case. One of the Franciscan brothers was being transfered to England. It was a farewell party. He was a nice man, sad to leave but excited to go.

I had a lovely time and irked some people when the topic of politics came out. Not having religious fervor is one thing, but being a Democrat is a different brand of sin all together.

And wait until I tell you about the Muslims.

Hi,

I just got back home an hour ago. The other day I felt bad because the weather was nicer down at my folks home. But today when I return it is warmer here and not raining.

EAT IT down state! Buffalo ROCKXORZ

Hi,

This weekend (e:Jim) is at a conference in Salt Lake. So while the cat is away the rats will PAR-TAY!!!! I, on the other hand, am visiting my folks downstate.

When I got here it was as sunny as it was in Buffalo, but X degrees warmer. My first thought was to go on here and tell everyone how warm it is here. That is just the sort of behavior people should be shot for.

Yes, we all know it is warmer in locations south. We get it. That is how weather works. No need to remind us how fucking cold it is in Buffalo.

It drives me crazy when people tell me how nice their weather is without a bit of sympathy for a cold Buffalo day in spring. I almost crossed that line and became the very thing that irks me.

I apologize Buffalo and estrip for thinking these horrible thoughts. Will you forgive me?

Ladies and Gentlemen,

The future is Assylicious

and by the way, there is a new B52's album out. It makes me want to dance.

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What happens when you combine music that is equal parts drunken karaoke and Mrs.Miller and imagery sampled heavily from Rene Magritte?

Well, you suddenly think Megadeath is due for a comeback.

I am sure you recall the Obama girl, and the forgotten Giuliani girl. Well, make way for the McCain "girls".