Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
This Blog Entry is Blatantly About Jan Thomas
Poor Jan. He's a bit tired. Of his life, of his job, of Baton Rouge. Tired of replacing stolen items, tired of searching for a car, a love, a passion. Tired of being accused of awkwardness and pretentiousness. He says so in his blog. Jan, your friends in the Capital Region miss you! Come home. I'll help you find a job, a car, and whatever else you need. ;-)
Friday, January 27, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Has Anyone Noticed. . .
. . . how many birthdays there are to celebrate around the holidays? Next up: my dad on Jan. 24, and then Mitch on Jan. 27. Crazy.
You Say it's Your Birthday!
Happy 23rd Birthday to my dear brother, Dylan, who looks most unhappy in this shot. But it was the only one I could find at the moment. I will post a better one as soon as I can. :-)
I LOVE YOU!
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Photo No. 30,001
So. . . When you go to openings, parties, concerts, dinners, fundraisers and events, and you always go with the same one or two people, you end up with about, oh, 30,000 versions of the same photo. This is Kristie and me enjoying a couple glasses of red at the opening of Matt Baumgartner's new club, Noche. The building that houses it is an old fire station. It's a great spot--very classy. We are standing in front of the centerpiece work of art, by Albany's own Tommy Watkins.
*Note to Kristie: I'm really going to count and see exactly how many pics like this we have. I don't know how, but I think we generally end up on the same sides in most of them. Odd.
More Birthdays
Kristie turns 26 today!
(Here she is with her dog Sage.)
Everyone be sure to call and say hello.
She's in icky Staten Island.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
Rough Time for Kristie
Kristie's birthday is on Thursday (Dec. 22--she'll be 26), but she can't be in Albany to celebrate with her friends because she's taking care of unpleasant family issues in Staten Island. If any of you want to call to wish her a happy birthday or happy holidays, or to let her know that your thoughts are with her, e-mail me and I'll pass along contact info.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Thursday, December 08, 2005
This Just In . . .
We are expecting the first major snowstorm of the season tonight--they're saying 4-12 inches!
Now's your chance to stock up on hot chocolate and marshmallows.
Now's your chance to stock up on hot chocolate and marshmallows.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Borrowed Post
My sweet, sweet friend Jan wrote the following post on his blog last night, and it's such a beautiful little piece of writing that I could not resist but to post it here as well (with his permission, of course--thanks, Jan!). Enjoy.
"It's funny how something so mundane can become so much more. For example, when I was with my last girlfriend we went to the grocery store. A simple mundane event. But when we went, we spent a lot of time there, we joked, argued about what to buy. These little things take on meanings, sort of rituals.
But all these rituals, whether you realize or perceive their roles within yourself, make up bits of you. Parts of your intimacy. They are your world. They are the places you frequent and slowly you share it with someone. Let them into the places you go and do the things that you do.
And when that intimacy isn't there anymore, then those trips, those small baubles turn back into the ordinary. Or even worse, they become a spot of pain, a reminder of rejection or a shot of indifference where there was once more.
Because you can't go home again. Things change, people change, evolve, regress, adapt or fall behind. Everyone takes bits and pieces of us, changes us around, turns us on our heads, makes us feel happy, sick and desperate. Even if you can't see it, or don't notice it, it's there. The minute I met the world, it altered me.
All that you can do is accept change. But sometimes you have the wind knocked out of you and you have to gasp for a little while. Find your bearings, straighten up and cop to your emotions. And sometimes people can ease your transistions through love and life, like a crutch.
Sometimes I feel really winded and other times I think that I'm really good at rolling with the constant flood of it all.
The truth is I'm probably somewhere in between."
--Jan Thomas
"It's funny how something so mundane can become so much more. For example, when I was with my last girlfriend we went to the grocery store. A simple mundane event. But when we went, we spent a lot of time there, we joked, argued about what to buy. These little things take on meanings, sort of rituals.
But all these rituals, whether you realize or perceive their roles within yourself, make up bits of you. Parts of your intimacy. They are your world. They are the places you frequent and slowly you share it with someone. Let them into the places you go and do the things that you do.
And when that intimacy isn't there anymore, then those trips, those small baubles turn back into the ordinary. Or even worse, they become a spot of pain, a reminder of rejection or a shot of indifference where there was once more.
Because you can't go home again. Things change, people change, evolve, regress, adapt or fall behind. Everyone takes bits and pieces of us, changes us around, turns us on our heads, makes us feel happy, sick and desperate. Even if you can't see it, or don't notice it, it's there. The minute I met the world, it altered me.
All that you can do is accept change. But sometimes you have the wind knocked out of you and you have to gasp for a little while. Find your bearings, straighten up and cop to your emotions. And sometimes people can ease your transistions through love and life, like a crutch.
Sometimes I feel really winded and other times I think that I'm really good at rolling with the constant flood of it all.
The truth is I'm probably somewhere in between."
--Jan Thomas
Monday, December 05, 2005
Yum!
We'll call this one
Photographic Evidence of My Re-Entry Into the Burger-Eating World.
Photo taken by Mr. Travis Durfee.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
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