so after a few beers i decided that my facebook relationship status was disappointingly unfilled in. here are what i have, most are not, and will not be confirmed so this is the only venue in which they will appear.

You and Brianne hooked up in 1955 and it was mediocre.
You went to elementary school with Brianne.

You and Shelly met randomly in 1970: in a vietnam POW camp.

You and J Dooling met randomly in 2006: this kid facebooked me and i dont know him.
You are Facebook friends.

You are Chris' father.
You hooked up in 1987 and it was incest.
You dated but now you aren't speaking. It's complicated.

You and Michael met randomly in 2002: i lived near him freshman year of college and fell in love with his sister.

You are Ravi's father.

You and Osi met randomly: this kid told me he killed a lion with a spear.

You and Angela hooked up and it was like sleeping with jesus. but a cute lady jesus.

You and Bailey lived in the moon in 1988.

You went to middle school with Jessie.
You met randomly: and i havent seen her in 10 years.

You are Ben's father.
You know Ben through a friend.

You and Ashley hooked up and it was wierd when i realized that it wasnt ashley at all.

You and Crystal worked at an illegal prostitution death camp.

You and Kim worked at some job one time.

You and Adam lived in his teepee with his sweet assed sisters. one of whom now has a baby.

i was listening to the diane rehm show on npr coming home from raymond yesterday morning. there is an unfortunate dead spot of radio for about 15 minutes where only npr comes in. its tough. anyway, she sounds like shes 450 years old and has different experts to discuss some terrible subject. yesterday it was (or atleast the portion i heard) the growing inequality of wealth. they talked a lot and disagreed with each others "facts". heres what i got out of it: CEO's make a lot of money. and i think they should. its probably a very hard job or atleast they had to excel at several difficult jobs before being chosen CEO. they deserve the cash, let em have it. next, the same goes for high skill jobs. admittedly, im a little bias on this issue, but the same basic principle as the CEO issue is involved. if less people can do the job, then you should be paid more for it. especially if it requires a large amount of costly schooling (i.e. lawyers, doctors, scientists, etc). included in this discussion of inequal wealth distribution came the issue of health care. my own opinions aside, what i never have heard anyone mention in all of this expansive issues debate is the following: healthcare costs are rising in part because, guess what, we can treat more shit now. naturally premiums will have to be higher if there is a greater chance of an individual getting treated for myriad diseases and illnesses that are now curable/preventable/treatable.

incidentally, while looking for something suitable in the radio dead spot zone, i came across some sort of dance remix of Mr. Brightside. not good.

Un-True Story

setting: cumberland farms, boscawen, nh, approximately 4:30 pm

i bought some gas and asked for a scratch ticket. i was carded. i said something like, okay, then paid and left. as im walking out the door a woman who was apparently behind me says to the cashier, "atleast he didnt punch you in the face when you carded him". i walked back in and punched her in the face.

True Story

setting: cumberland farms, boscawen, nh, approximately 4:30 pm

i bought some gas and asked for a scratch ticket. i was carded. i said something like, okay, then paid and left. as im walking out the door a woman who was apparently behind me says to the cashier, "atleast he didnt punch you in the face when you carded him". i immediately turned around and said, "lady, im not even sure what that is supposed to mean, but you should wait to talk about someone in 3rd person until they are out of earshot".

so i went to a career fair at uvm on wednesday. long drive on a bad road. a bit of a bust if i may say so. most of the booths were non-profit biodiesel or other green technology groups. the most common sales pitch was: yeah man, this stuff is good for the environment and stuff. how enticing. i met up with my mike and walked around burlington for a little while. i was supposed to see angela, but she blew me off. bitch. highlights of our trip include jambos junktiques and the basement mexican place. the mexican place was deserted and apparently employs only a single serial killer. he nearly murdered us both.

st. pattys i went to boston with jacob. bates and dan poitress somehow found us later. pretty good times ... i returned to my car to find my folder of schoolwork (which incidentally has my printed up resumes) completely sopping with johnnie walker black label. nice. now my car reeks of whiskey and my homework doesnt smell too hot either.