one lonely success

“…these corrosives do their magic slowly”

so it’s wednesday here at jeffcarter.net and all the land is buzzing with pre-4th of july fun. i think i might go back home to bake-o and see the parents and their shiny new “carter family tour bus” and maybe i’ll dye my hair blue–i look hot in blue–that shit goes well with my eyes. so if you’re one of the bake-o crew, give me a call. i’m already excited about who i might see and sad about those who i know i won’t see.

my parents are good people. my dad is a man of few words, so when he’s got something to say you shut the hell up and listen. the most profound thing he ever told me was that “hey, life is hard, but it’s the best gig in town.” in the past year, i’ve used that as my mantra because he’s right, life is a motherfucker. but when you least expect it, something or someone incredible comes into your life and changes your entire perspective and suddenly everything is sublime…at least that’s what she tells me.

last week, mandy, rafa, juanito and i got together to play some pool. i know what you’re thinking, “but jeffcarter.net, you don’t know how to play pool!” you are correct. however, the kids went easy on mandy and i and our team even managed to win a game. (that’s right rafa, i havent forgotten).

the pool hall had this great jukebox and rumor has it that rafa drove all around town looking for a jukebox that was stocked to his approval. everyone was pumping standard pool-hall-fare until i decided to drop some weezer on the unsuspecting. selections from the blue album had the kids rocking like they just didn’t care–at least that’s the way i remember it.

rafa took a bunch of pictures and through the magic of the internets, i’ve stolen them for your consumption. you can find the best-of-the-best here.

everyone had a great time and by the end of the night, we had forgotten that we were actually there to play pool. i learned that rafa doesnt believe in science and that juanito likes to communicate at level four. we closed the place down exchanging metaphysical war stories and sharing our own delusions of grandeur. yes, it was that deep. i’m talking level three shit.

so our professor gave us a much needed day off from lab, so i’m going to take advantage of freedom-from-responsibility and a sunny-newport-beach-day, to play around in the ocean. swells are at an uninspiring 1-2ft so it’s a perfect day for the body board. all the cool kids are meeting down there around 2pm so give a call or drop a line if you want to join us or are just rediculously jealous.

denver was a blast. my presentation went off splendidly and the quarter has come to a glorious end. things in lab are slow this week as everyone is recuperating from the past few weeks of insanity.

i’m a terrible tourist as i consistently fail to take pictures when i’m on a trip. maybe i’m just one of those people who lives in the moment and doesnt think to take pictures or maybe i’m just the guy who always forgets to pack his camera. a couple of low-quality camera phone pics await the curious in the moblog.

i fear that my left big toe is becoming arthritic. it may very well be that years of insistent flip-flop wearing are taking their toll on one of my favorite appendages. getting old sucks and in ten years i’m probably going to have to wear those big orthopedic grandpa shoes and my youth will officially be over.