Auld Lang Syne

I was writing on a friend's wall and I thought of the old tradition of singing Auld Lang Syne during the celebrations of the new year. I thought, "The title of the song means 'old long since' or 'long long ago' which basically means for old time's sake, sorta, but what are the lyrics? What are the lyrics to go along with such a great melody?" So, by the power of Google, I found them and I was shocked to read them. WTF are they TALKING ABOUT!? The first stanza and chorus are groovy: A hypothetical question about forgetting old acquaintances and old days with an opportunity to move forward, and for old time's sake, we'll take a cup of kindness. Then...pure chaos. Just read these lyrics and tell me what YOU think this is all about. "pu'd the gowans fine" WHAT?!


Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne?

Chorus
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl't in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint stoup
And surely I'll be mine
And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.


Wow...
Happy New Year!

Rock-n-Vomit

The Olllllllllllllllllllld Rock House: Now my new favorite least favorite place in Saint Louis.

A building erected circa 1840 on the verge of collapse just last year has been breathed new life as a music venue/bar/restaurant/lounge/bar/basement/balcony/bar/sports bar/restaurant. The burgers are good and the sound system is spectacular, but the beer is EXPENSIVE ($3 for a Stag????). After an approximate $2 Million renovation, it's open to the public. And by public I mean I saw 50-year-old men in Cards jerseys and jeans, 30ish yuppies in suits, 50ish yuppies in suits, 25ish girls in tight and trendy dresses, a couple of emo fuckers, and 45-year-old women in hiked-up jeans. And DATE GUYS...oh the date guys. Sometimes known as Bros or Todds or Tools. I want to put a fucking tack hammer to their heads sometimes. This place has NO IDEA what it wants to be...which is where I conflict.

On the stage you have some amazing musicians. The sound system is great, the soundman knows his shit and is a nice guy to boot. In the "listening" area you have some people listening but most people talking. In and around the "restaurant" area are more people talking, pretending to care about the music because it's forced upon them when ESPN's Sports Center is replaced with a live video feed of the stage. There's a "bar" up by the front door where you don't have to talk AS loud to your friends. Upstairs is a cool balcony area, but they mark it off for private parties, taking away a great vantage point for a curious music listener, replacing it with heckling fuck heads who are proud to be an exclusive waste of space. The full restrooms are down in a basement next to a SUPER awkward trio of make-out booths...oh and yet ANOTHER private party. Further back is another bar where they probably shouldn't turn off Sports Center, but they do.
ALL of these interesting configurations for a place of entertainment, and to top it off, I go to leave and some motherfucker has vomited on my car.

Nothing like paying $8-$10 to get into a bar to yell at your friends in order to overcome the original music coming from the stage. I might see if I can vomit on a Todd next time.

Old Note

I found this note I left for Josh & Ashlee when we all lived together...

9/22/04
"I took a shower with a spider this morning. I watched him freak out as the water hit him, trying so hard to stay stuck to the sloped bathtub edge. It was odd then when it finally got the best of him he just tucked his little gross legs under his little gross body and just let himself be washed down the drain. It was almost like he died before anything could have actually killed him. I wonder what the moral is...
I wonder if anyone will notice I'm wearing the same outfit...
Josh & Ashlee, it was nice hanging out with you last night. I envy what you have. It really is beautiful. See you peeps in about eleven hours.
-R"

Neat.

Phones fit into vents

Ok, so last night i was in Springfield, MO with my band Hated Nixon. Apparently I was more drunk than i thought because when we woke up in the van this morning (we slept at a rest area) I was looking for my cell phone and couldn't find it in the van. "Hey Jordan, call my phone," so he did and we hear the ringing coming from the dash of the van. WHAT! That can't be, it's gotta be in floor somewhere and just sounds like it's in the dash. No, it was in the dash. I somehow put it in the vent of the van and there it is. I take apart the vents as much as I can, but I can't reach it to get a grasp...so close it's just at my finger tips! The other guys tried too, but couldn't reach it. I get the bright idea to get a twig from the parking lot and attempt to hook it and pull it closer so as to be able to grab it...but in doing so I actually push it down and it falls *ka-klunk-a-junk* DOWN even more out of reach. By this time my forearm is all scratched up nearly bleeding. That damn phone. All I need is the SIM card. It holds all power in the universe. Does anyone know how to take apart a 1994 GMC van's dash board? At least I know it's possible to get a phone through a van's dash vents. This is annoying. On top of that, it's not even my van, and I don't have access to further attempt to retrieve my phone. Maybe I'll just go without one for a while. Mine will eventually discharge and/or melt in the dash. That'll really up the resale value. I think your brain has the shell on it. Damn it. Damn it all.

So, if you care for me to have your phone number you can reply to this and tell me how awfully careless I am and give me your phone number. I'm going to actually put them into my computer's address book.

Thanks for laughing at me.

Interested in...

I don't like how facebook phrases the "Interested In:" section... Interested in? wouldn't that imply it being something one doesn't yet have? or in this context..

in·ter·est (ntrst, -tr-st, -trst)
n.
1.
a. A state of curiosity or concern about or attention to something: an interest in sports.
b. Something, such as a quality, subject, or activity, that evokes this mental state: counts the theater among his interest.

Women definately bring curiosity and concern and attention and surely invoke my mental state...but it's not like I've never seen a woman or know what one is...