Jason Curtis

Goodbye, Hello

I have one exam left before this hellish semester mercifully ends. Hopefully, I will get at least a D in everything. I have all but abandoned any effort to working on my GPA. Seems that my pitch to potential employers will be based on my work experience rather than my scholastic accolades. That's cool.

What a crazy year it has been! Lots of things have been checked off my list, and I am looking forward to a return to my pinnacle of accompllishments circa 2001. It's been a fun "break" so to speak, and I think there is a lot of value in what I have been doing the past two years. Now, its about so much more than gaining back something I felt I had lost when I was 20.

Upcoming Changes
- Finding a job in the PR/Marketing field in NYC
- Moving away from here and to NYC
- Moving to a place where all the small* successes I've had here can be magnified and rewarded as they should be
- I am cutting out Typepad and the associated cost in favor of streamlining my online self. This means more involvement with Google. This means a return to blogger, which is free and now has a lot of the features they were missing when I chose to leave. No need to update your links, I will be moving my domain to the new site within the next 6 days (for that is when Typepad will be shutting down this site.)
- I have been a long-time dissident of MySpace and Facebook. But, if I am going to try and make money using these forums for career purposes, then I feel I need to get good at them. I will still avoid any sort of "pimping" service though. If you get a request from me, then go ahead and add me as a friend.
- It appears that I will not be leaving Carrboro until I leave the state (or at least with a minimal swing stay in Angier or North Raleigh on my way out. That means commuting five days a week, which will be expensive if gas gets any pricier.

You Know What's Hard?

Holding yourself up to other people's standards. I think my standards are pretty solid, meaning, I am pretty comfortable with the thoughts that enter and exit my head. In fact, I will usually stand by them even when they are blatantly false. That is how much I trust myself overall.

So, when a cop says something you did is "very illegal", when things get deleted or professors say things like, "you are too far long in your career to be this sloppy", I say things like, "Thank you officer" "That's cool" and "I would despise myself if THIS were my career."

You know what? Everyone's right.

Speaking of 'D's", go buy both or one of either Louis C.K.'s DVD, Shameless and Ghosts of Abu Ghraib, both coming to DVD June 26. 2007.

Out of Hand

THIS article caught my eye this morning, and as I cleared the sleepy stuff from my eyes, I laughed a little bit. Apparently, with all the Imus media swarm, Ruben Navarette (isn't that last name translated to 'Rockefeller'?) has written a commentary piece covering the use of the "w-word" when referring to Mexicans.

Having a hard time recalling what the fuck word he's talking about? Me too. Here's a quote:

"New York Times columnist Frank Rich wasn't all that careful. In arguing that offensive speech shouldn't be censored, Rich wrote that we should "let Bill O'Reilly talk about 'wetbacks.' ..."

Oh, hello. That is exactly how Rich wrote it -- wetbacks. So what that he was quoting someone else. That's no excuse. If that someone else had used the long version of the n-word, you had better believe that Rich would never have printed it in his column."

Really, Mr. Navarette? Really? You actually wrote a paragraph containing the word 'wetback' and an attack on someone's use of the word, saying in yourself, in the next sentence, "So what that he was quoting somone else. That's no excuse."

Congratulations Mr. Navarette, you have set the new speed record for hypocrisy. My thoughts:

1. 'Wetback' is a stupid slur. You mention that its origin is that Mexicans all cross a river to get here, but I always heard that it was because your people worked in the sun, as farmers, and sweat a lot. Either way, who the fuck cares? It's a dumb premise.
2. The reason so many people are using it is because the word itself carries very little power. The more you raise a stink, the more power you are giving a slur that you, assumingly, wish to never hear again. That's dumb on your part.
3. To compare the "w-word" to the "n-word" is more evident of jealousy in your argument than of any sort of empathy or brotherhood with another culture that shares your plight: minoritism.
4. I was once called a "white devil" and a "honkey" in front of a Best Buy. I laughed. This is not to say that you should always laugh, but think about it as an option the next time.
5. Bill O'Reilly and Rosie O'Donnell are the aim of your argument? Really? These two? Um, okay. Again, I think you are wasting your time there. There are bigger fights to fight, as they say.

Adios.

Nerdery

Part of the OC meme that Nick started, my entry entitled "Raging Sister".

Insomniac

I just woke up from almost falling asleep just to type this message. I won't know until tomorrow whether it was worth it, but I had a vibrant series of thoughts that got me going. First, Beibeleh's play was tonight, and I hope it was everything she wanted it to be. It was nice being there to see her family's first viewing. From an outside perspective, I was really happy to see the finished product and even referring to it as 'finished' is as jarring for me as it is a relief for Kate. That led me to the thinking of the idea of freezing time, more specifically how funny it would be to break out "freeze" in the middle of a scene during the 4/20 show. In that scene that I was (sort of) dreaming about, one of my characters was a doctor at a V.A. hospital in China, called V.A. China. After he finished the scene about slowing down time, he wrote a book entitled "The V.A. China Monologues." Who played the doctor? You guessed it, Andrew Koenig.

Did you know that Chekov was Boner's dad and that he is a performer at IOWest and Second City? It's true.

Life can be hilarious sometimes.

The Boy Who Could Fly

Remember the film, The Boy Who Could Fly? I remember thinking about what it must have been like when the boy who could fly (Jay Underwood) first learned that he could fly. My guess is that he was, like a lot of kids, running as fast as he could when his strides became longer and longer until he finally just stopepd needing to touch the ground.

That's kind of how I feel now. My strides are getting longer, my connections with the ground less and less necessary.

The tough part is that the ground is an important part of what is happening now. it's tough to remember that.

Oh, and the part where Fred Savage shot a bully with pee. That was funny.

Charlotte Rae Whitney

The first ever NHL game I went to was in Hartford, CT to see the Whalers. I then moved to Massachusetts and, after flirting with becoming a Bruins fan, moved to North Carolina. Then, just a few years later, the Whalers decided to follow me to Raleigh, and changed their name in the process.

I enjoyed the out-of-the-blue playoff run of 2002, that saw me in a place where I could afford to attend a large portion of regular season, playoff, deep playoff, and my only major sporting event to-date, Stanley Cup final game. We lost, but it was awesome.

Then, just last season, the Hurricanes came out firing on all cylinders in the regular season, maintained there level of play, and eventually won the title. Personally, a less exciting experience, but man, RDU became awesome for about 150 hours ahead of and just after that win.

I like hockey, but not enough to exert any sort of effort in watching it, so I have not seen a full game this season. Today, I found out that the Hurricanes were eliminated from the playoffs, the first defending champ to miss the ensuing playoffs since 1996. That was the year I moved to North Carolina.

"You take the good, you take the bad. You takethem both and there you have, the facts of life."

Loud

When people talk loudly, and I am able to post here, I usually do:

But what i'm concerned about is ...

power line outages, but then again the only messages ...

they have to charge by the hour

we just have to have all our stuff

it took him, i started asking about it, 8 full months ago ...

he said he wanted to do it,

HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA

Hi, how are you?

get it done ...

maybe you can ...

i'm 85% of last time

no, I'm not yeah yeah yeah

There were a lot of people being loud.

I'm Covered in Life Jizz

Last Friday, Callie, Jick Caber and Jeremy were hanging out with some new (aka old) friends from Bus and Glorydive after the Mister Diplomat show. The subject of tree jizzum "came" up after Nick pointed out that pear trees smell exactly like human jizzum. This was the second time that week that the subject reared its "head", and was now supported by my experience with a pear tree earlier in the day whilst I was walking to a reading of a Holocaust play.

This was a tough point to agree on for a "yes" would surely out you as someone who has smelled and internalized the smell of a certain human secretion, and a "no" would point only toward some type of sexual repression.

Well, this morning I looked at my new car and noticed, as I do every year around this time, that the trees in our parking lot had splooged all over my ride. Without the time to go to the car shower, I have been driving the car around with tree jizz all over it.

So, today I thought of an answer: Tree Condoms

Understeering Brother

Saw THIS article today about comedian Eddie Griffin and his accident in $1.5 million Ferrari Enzo.

The disturbing thing is that, besides numerous other media outlets that are carrying the story, this appeared under the 'Racing' category on ESPN.com.

Really? Eddie Griffin crashing a car during preparation for a film is sports news? Really?