El Gaffney

Inbox of Immaturity: Memorial Day Weekend

Hey all, here I am from my new stomping grounds (aka the yards). An admittedly weak performance, but immaturity is subject to convenience. I haven’t been on IM and peeps don’t feel like looking up my new email address to send silly links. Plus, I was busy watching my girlfriend’s best friend, Tessa, win the officer and a gentleman’s heart…and watching him carry on and off every talk show set on ABC.

Anyway, this is what’s shaking in the off-weeks:
First, Roy Hibbert has decided to return for his senior year at Georgetown. Jeff Green has not. But the Hoyas are going to be a force once again, which means I may have another reason to use miles to get to the Final Four next year. On a related college/pro bball note: Greg Oden wears Jorts. (For the uninitiated, Jorts = jean shorts)
Second, from a newish show on Fuse called The Whitest Kids U’ Know, a dating show a la Mallrats.
Third, if you play pickup basketball regularly or even sporadically (yes, I watched Clueless today), you know some of these cats.
Numero Schick quattro, on the same Clueless tip, you’ve all heard about the Rosie feud – here’s some Silverstone doing some snubbing of her own.
And finally from The Whitest Kids U’ Know (yes, again), a skit about a guy who doesn’t really get slang hand signal.

Tags: holidays, ioi, movies

Where I’ve Been #2

Some random March day in Boston.

Tags: boston, Friends, holidays, photos, stpattysday

Dreams

I’m one of those fortunate people who often remembers my dreams. They are, for the most part, vivid and realistic. They often relate to the last thing I thought about before going to sleep. (Is there research that proves this happens? I think it’s pretty common.) They always affect my sleep. Sometimes the more real they seem, the more I’m freaked out and wake myself up. Other times I really want to see what happens (like on Bravo’s Project Runway), so I force myself to sleep longer and force some sort of resolution that let’s me open my eyes without regret. But dreams are only part of the reason I’ve created this blog.

I rarely fall asleep easily. I can go a day without a significantly creative or unique idea. Quoting Three Amigos in meetings, referencing and relating life experiences MTV’s Next or Gauntlet 2, or lipsyncing The Best of Both Worlds as I run on the treadmill, originality is something that takes a little work or removal from it. Thus, when I get into bed, all those ideas (great and awful) that alluded me during the day, enter my mind like pop-up video. But that’s not really why I’m blogging either.

Basically, I want a place to store my thoughts, ideas, rants and pictures, and I want a means for connection. It’s been about 6 months since I’ve moved to Minneapolis and I want to give people (my friends and family) a taste of my life here. And true to form, I want to make sure they don’t forget me… and if possible, I remain on center stage. In other words, it was easier for the world to revolve around me in NY than MN. (Though the U.S. can revolve around me better here.)

So without further ado, and how fittingly historic and cheesily pun-y for my inaugural blog day, I bring to you my dream… hollisterings of Salvador Walleye.

Tags: blogging, holidays, mn, nyc