Cuzzin Olympics

How does everyone feel about 4th of July weekend for the olympics? Its a 3-day weekend and we could probably do it at the lakehouse or we could also rent a house somewhere.

For all you single guys

Giddyup


http://www.thephatphree.com/features.asp?StoryID=239&SectionID=11&LayoutType=1&StoryMonth=3&StoryYear=2005

Fast Food

Would you like a finger with that chilli?

No, no I would not. But thanks.

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Craziness

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A note to William Bold

We meet again, Mr. Bold.

I thought I'd post links to a few researchers at UW that are making big strides in the world of science, at least in my field.

Richard Davidson. Most famous at UW. He's one of the world's experts on emotion, psychology and neuroscience, and has a great lab there. He does all kinds of work, and recently has dabbled in meditation and mind/body stuff (and how it works in the brain). I think he interacts with the Dalai Lama too. Cool guy.
Anne Kelley: Brain research on motivation, eating, addiction. Very successful, important.
Craig Berridge: Brain research on stress and the sleep/wake system. Brother of my current advisor.
Vaishali Bakshi: Younger dude. Work on brain pharmacology, emotional disorders.

Kyle's woes

What's new? I'll tell you what's new, but you may want to sit down first. And grab a roll of paper towl. It's gonna be messy. I tore my neck muscle the other day carrying a VCR, which means I'm in top-notch shape. What's worse, the VCR was supposed to replace a slightly broken one in the lab, but all it did was eat the first tape we put in it. I think it's cursed. Besides that, the government is jerking me around. I have a grant application in to the NIH and it may not happen due to scarcity of money for non-defense-related science (go Bush!) and a surly review committee. Add to that a headache, a slightly chapped lower lip, an empty fridge and a cat that has been peeing on anything soft in the house, and you have woes a'plenty.

For thought.............

The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter and that of the stars; it is that, from our very prison, we should draw from our own selves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.

Gravity Reflection

I was getting jazzed on coffee this morning and I got to thinking. Deep thinking not just surface thinking. I was walking home from class. Slow motion. I have some questions that need answerin'...We all follow along a path that is socially laid. We grow up go to k-12 school, then pick your favorite college as if it matters, we suckle from the money nipple of our parents, and then slowly are weened to working in a cubicle and eating shittty food to get by. And it seems to me that for most of us not until we are desperate to survive and live do we put our necks on the line, becoming utterly vulnerable, and make that critical jump in our careers, that seems to come just as we need it. I don't know if I am making my point well...but I figure that maybe some of my cousin elders who may have experienced this. Any comments on this are welcome. Another thing kind of pertaining is that I feel a great urge to just throw what I have in a back pack and start walking letting chaos fill in the rest. I feel that my spirit is strong enough now to handle anything, my mind is functioning well enough to persuade anyone given the right circumstances. I want to be huge for some reason. it has been years since we have had breakthroughs in the fields of thought and intellect or music. I believe that I am not anymore special than anyone but just more fortunate to feel how I do today. Any thoughts on this I'm sure you've all been here at sometime and I want to know. Do not worry these are just thoughts, they are light years away from taking shape, and most likely will just be pondered in my mind. dig

cliff jumping

This one's mostly for the singles out there

A few months ago I had a very frustrating night, where I saw an incredible show at an incredible venue, but failed to really enjoy it because I was constantly chastising myself for not currently hitting on a certain girl. I fall in love at first sight about half the time I’m somewhere public, and whenever this happens I spend the event hating myself for not at least attempting a conversation with her.

Option 1 is go talk to her, perhaps slightly planned
Option 2 is put it out of mind and enjoy the show
Option 3 is to think about talking to her, find excuses not to talk to her, then get pissed when you realized you miss the chance. Repeat.

That night was all option 3. It ruined a great night. I vowed the end of option 3.

Saturday I went to a show at the same venue (Cervantes). Lyrics Born and Saul Williams. Great music, great messages, great scene. So before I had even found my spot to watch the music unfold, I see this gorgeous brunette. Completely my type. We end up standing near her, probably not by coincidence, and Lyrics Born takes the stage. Live band, several of my favorite songs, even some inspiring messages. It was option2 with scattered bits of option3. The set ends and there’s a wait until the next musician takes the stage. I tell myself this is the time to talk to her. I wait until she’s not in a conversation with her friends. That happens, I wait longer. Finally her friends go somewhere and she’s standing alone. I somehow wait longer, and she walks away just as I’m telling myself I have to go do it NOW. Fuck. Good ol’ option3. She comes back quickly, and I move in.

Not that I ever really deliver it, but my pick-up line for a few years has been basically radical honesty. So I go up to her, introduce myself, tell her she’s beautiful and that I had to come over and talk to her. I don’t usually approach random girls and offer to buy them drinks, but something about you... I’d like to get to know you, maybe dinner sometime. She agrees. We talk a little about the night’s line-up. Where you from, what’s your major, all the usual bullshit, and the next musician starts. After it ends I talk to her a little more and get her phone number with plans for mid-week coffee. It was my second ever successful cold-call. My first since Amsterdam 2 years ago, after I was enlightened by an extremely potent variety of mushrooms called “philosopher’s stones.”

Anyway, a pretty boring story unless you’re familiar with my decade-long battle of meeting women. It was a big victory for me, and I’m proud. During the second set, after I talked to her, I was comparing it in my head to a skiing cliff-jump. It had the same feeling progression, from the mildly nervous excitement from deciding you’re going to do it, the doubting you should while standing there, up til the point when you actually do it and its an incredibly intense and alive feeling. We love this feeling. We hurl ourselves off dangerous cliffs to get it. Approaching the hotty that might be out of your league has the same feeling, less risk, and higher potential gain.

for bikers and bastards

This one is pretty bad. dude fucks with biker, dude gets fucked with.

If I'm posting that one, might as well add this

Disclaimer: Don't watch if you don't like seeing people get badly hurt. I wouldn't have posted the first one if it didnt involve an ass-hole smacking a biker and being hit with instant karma. as for the second one, ummm, well the audio is funny if you can laugh at that sort of thing.

hilarity

feeling depressed?

need a pick me up?

crack lost it's edge?

TRY THIS

need some more?

Start with this one

Then this one

And there's more

Good luck with that Bryan. 

Cheese

Right now the single most important thing in my life is cheese. I am right now eating some BelGioso Parmesan: "The king of Italian Cheeses." I also have some Bucky Badger homemade jalepeno hardpack in the fridge, but I've been hittin that real hard lately. Giovana prefers Kraft american slices, but that is blasphemous here in this great state. I want to dump her for it. Sometime this week, oh say maybe thursday night, I am going to get wasted in the name of the cousins. Every drink shall be for a different member. Lets not forget our roots, blood is thicker than water.

Toby

Cousins, I am presenting a call to arms. There is a travesty happening and we need to raise $33,000 to stop it.

Read about it here.

What I'm left with is how smart this guy is. So far he's made $17,000 off of animal right's lunatics just by threatening to eat a rabbit.

I gotta get me a rabbit. No wait, a little boy. ummm

I could threaten to beat my pet monkey every day I don't receive a check for $50.

Anyway, here's another funny site, probably patronized by the same people donating to the last one.

Pets In Uniform

The word of the day is.....

Replete. Definition: filled abundantly. As in this blog is replete with negativity. And before I begin, let me first say that I do not absolve myself of blame. The reek of life may sting your nose, but it is your fault for smelling the wrong roses. Also, complaining about the lack of women in Aspen(especially after hooking up with one) is like complaining to god for a lack of clouds in heaven. As I stated before; I myself am guilty of berating the evils and darkness of the city in which I abide. However, at least for the brevity of the near future, I suggest the mood be more upbeat lest we feed off the morbidity of each other unto an endless abyss. I will start it of by saying how excited I am to see my siblings and cousins in less than two weeks. In a little place called Aspen, where the beer flows like wine and the women flock like the salmon of capistrano. I will also leave you with some non-sensical jiberish because that seems to be the trend here. I giggle shit to smell my feet sometimes. It tickles in my brain banana and the sky leaks tiny nipple beads to my hoo-ha. Mecka lecka high mecka highnee ho.

Archibald Thornton

I am William Bold aka J-noyer. peculiarityily I have a lot to learn. in order for one to be great one must believe he is great. In order to be someone of importance you must build yourself up to be a deity. The only thing you have to define yourself is the way that you think and we are free to change the way we think with some work thus leaving the possibilities endless. I brought a man just released from prison his name was william too into my house. my woman became mad. tootheache. all signs of life fleet away in disaster. my guitar is my looking glass and it is a perverted piece of horse shit that I love. These words are being puked up by my soul.treacherosity the wreak of life stings my nostril
my life is in its teething stage
My breast tickles its image
winning is no doubt in vain
gnawing on my cheek again
face in the pavement,cold
I am the one, the famous, William Bold

2005 Summer Olympics

I think we need to start thinking about the 2005 Cousins Summer Olympics. I know its early but it would be nice to pick a place were it will be held, a host if you will. We could always have it at the cottage, but I' m thinking we could rent a house or cabin somewhere. I also want full cousin participation this time. Let me know what you guys think.