doubleplusungood coalspeak

feelin: hot

now playin': ferdinand herold: zampa overture (lenny bernstein conducting)

here i sit, in the basement, my last day home.  pete's moving in to the new hizouse as we speak.  i am hot as hell.   even though i'm in the basement.  maybe i'll go for a swim.  the pool is still cloudy with all this crap in it but i guess this will be my last chance to swim for a while. 

in other news, we found a video that brian made a little while back to send to this girl in ohio or something (it's a long story).  it had a lot of the best of merb tv on it, and since a bit of it got taped over with adult swim episodes (grrr...) it was good to find it.  however, brian had broken the ribbon on it.  so we taped it back together and lo and behold the long lost "merb + carlton" showed up.   very funny stuff.   maybe i'll host some merb tv stuff on my website (i do get 15 megs of space.)  or maybe if we (ever) get a linux box for the house to be our server i could host on that.  i think you'd enjoy it.  the content is ok, but it's just pretty funny to see us acting up.

i don't want a pickle.
i just wanna ride on my motor-cickle
i don't want a tickle,
i'd rather ride on my motor-cickle
and i don't wanna die
just wanna ride on my motor-cy.....cle.

so france approaches quicker and quicker.  and i'm screwed.  i'm totally gonna be lost.  sigh.  maybe i can get along in spanish.....  i borrowed some french books from miss george when i went to visit the high school yesterday, but books aren't going to help me much.  i'll just stick real close to eric.

so in this past two weeks, brian and i have pretty much visited all the old stomping grounds of our youth: the high school, dunkin donuts, moyer's, the cressona mall, subway, dunkin donuts, the block party, dunkin donuts, etc.  i'm seriously thinking of asking the dean or whatever for research money to come back to schuykill county and do a travelogue with interviews, etc.  so people can see just how stagnant this place is.  i mean in a way it's good, but in more ways it's bad.  i suppose it's not unlike other comparable communities, but after the coal industry left this place, people still haven't found anything profitable to do.  farms are being developed into residential subdivisions, and old coal towns are falling apart.  and the culture, or lack thereof, revolves around drinking yuengling and complaining about potholes and kids being up past 10.  i suppose complaining is an integral part of schuylkill county existence.  i mean, i'm complaining right now.  also, since i've been here i've started to lapse back into a dialect i call "coalspeak".  i say "ta" instead of "to", "da" instead of "the", and i've started ending my sentences with "ain't?"   well, soon i'll be back in bawlmer :)

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