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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|12:18 am] |
You know how some things just sort of hit you like a wall...
like you find something out, and you don't really think it would affect you, but it does...
there's no reason to care, really. None at all. And yet. |
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[Oct. 26th, 2009|02:52 pm] |
What a fun weekend! Though the combination of soccer, dancing, and walking all around HHN for 6 hours left me extremely sore. But, definitely worth it. Thanks to everyone who came and dressed up and had fun!
All that fun really distracted me from the many things I have to worry about right now, such as:
No money. I'm very broke, and it's a bit scary.
Sick. And I was very counter-productive on that sickness this weekend. Extreme exercise and heavy drinking to do not make strong immune systems.
School. Is kicking my butt. It's not really for a lack of trying, not really, because whenever I've found myself at those lazy moments I've always put my head down and pushed through. No, it's more because of carelessness, forgetfulness... being a bit airy, "oh it'll all be okay in the end because it always is" attitude... and now with less than half the semester to go I find myself in deep doo-doo. Time to pull out of it.
I need to find some money soon and raise my grades up, and then everything will be a-okay. Because really, other than that, everything is already a-okay. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2009|07:05 pm] |
Hello all.
I hope everyone is doing quite well. I am!
Hello soccer! Nice to be friends with you again after a three year separation. I'm glad I still remember a few things you taught me, and I'm glad you're helping me get back into shape. Because, good lord, going around on little jogs is beating the crap out of my lungs, but it's good. Push push push, just like that. Yep, dear soccer, it's nice to hang out with you on a weekly basis.
Hello school. What is it with you this year? You've changed so much since last year. You used to be nice, you used to teach but not be ridiculous. This year... yeah, I know, it's not you, it's me. I'll try a bit harder, I promise.
Hello friends! So many people live in Orlando right now it's awesome. I'm never bored.
Also, let me just say this, there's a fine line between playfully joking and being a bitch because you think it's funny. Some people can pull it off; some, can't. And just because you're around the people who can, who can be assholes but still be funny without going too far, doesn't mean you should try it. Because it just comes off as unnecessarily rude. I'm not talking about specific people here, or maybe I am. I don't really know.
Oh, and let me add something: if you don't know shit about a situation, stop acting like you do.
Sierra, I don't know where you are, if you're on the run from the law or you're just chilling somewhere, but Ozma's growing on me. Also come visit!
I can't wait for our Halloween Party, and our game earlier that day. Nice to see United playing fairly well without Mr. Ronaldo. October is going to be ridiculously good. November is going to be ridiculously good. December... I'm going to see Jon Stewart live, so yes, December is going to be ridiculously good.
In conclusion, what's everyone reading? I'm all out of books to read, any suggestions would be sweet :) |
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[Sep. 27th, 2009|11:49 pm] |
Perfect weekend.
Happy nice people make for happy nice weekends.
Had a scare with the Sunfire. It died outside of Tatum's dorm. Some nice kids who knew a thing or two about cars tried everything to get it to start again, but it didn't. Anyways, $700 later, the Sunfire is fine. It was a gas leak spewing all over the starter, whatever that means. Anyways, other than the Sunfire pulling a Jesus and coming back to life, the weekend was perfect.
Happy nice people make for happy nice weekends. |
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[Sep. 8th, 2009|02:29 am] |
This past Labor Day weekend, from Friday afternoon to Monday night, with the exception of half an hour, was one of the best, most fun weekends I have ever had, hands down,
what with:
Jihad Party and G-ville kids and SouthFlorida kids and Puppies-at-Comedy-Night and FD3D and an amazing BBQ and an epic game of soccer with friends and 9,000 year old beer recipes and ridiculous dinner at that place we all went to and meeting awesome new people, and everything else, and just basically loving the city I live in and the people that live here, I haven't laughed this hard in a while, what an amazing weekend.
Hopefully it'll carry over to the next few daysweeksmonthsyears. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2009|11:31 pm] |
Just some things.
First off, it feels good to be back in the States! I move back up to Orlando soon, in two days, I'm so excited. It's gonna be even better than last year, somehow.
Anyways.
My whole entire life I've had a strong dislike towards Orthodox Jews. I don't know what it was about them, but boy did they make my blood boil. And yes, I generally have a strong dislike towards anyone who is ultra-religious and is a complete fucking idiot because of it, but when I saw those mousy-faced, glasses wearing lanky men in dark suits shuffling about, I just couldn't stand it. Well, I think today I finally figured out why.
In some weird way, Orthodox Jews remind me of band kids. Now, I was a band kid from 6th to 8th grade. Most of my best friends were band kids. Band kids, as a whole, are fine. But then there are those... ugh. You know, those band kids. The awkward, socially incapable band kids who hover together and discuss the latest shenanigans they got into, which usually involved a loss of clothing or putting a stink bomb in the tuba closet? Goddamn, I hate those band kids. I don't know why, I just do, I hate those ultra-band kids with a passion, hate the way they let it control their lives... anyways. Orthodox Jews remind me of ultra band kids.
I love Brad Pitt and I have a big mancrush on him and his no religion, gay marriage, and pot running platform.
Okay, so this past Saturday my grandpa and I went on a tour of Caesaria, Haifa, and Acre. It was all very awesome and interesting. However, there was one notable moment. Our big purple tour bus had, in huge Hebrew letters, "ISRAELI TOURS" written on it. So we're passing by the Old City in Acre, and this is a place with 70% Arab population. Granted, they're mostly Christian Arabs, but it doesn't matter, they don't have the best intentions towards Israelis. It's also a very poor area. The apartment buildings are old and worn down, clothes hang from wires to dry, old women knit on balconies. So we're passing through the Old City, and I look out my window. And I see three little boys, who weren't older than 7, climb onto a balcony, staring at our bus. I lock eyes with one of them. He takes out what I HOPE is a toy gun, though it looked very, very, very real, points it at me, and pretends to shoot me, mouthing "pow".
This freaked me the fuck out.
Last little thing, fuck the American government, and the TSA (Transportation Security Administration) especially. So during my travels abroad, I bought a bunch of little things for some friends. A lot of the things I bought were ceramic or glass, very expensive, very fragile things. The day before I left, my grandma and I spent a good half hour carefully wrapping every little thing into bubble wrap, and then into multiple layers of clothing, and then securing it with those buckle things that suitcases come with. That shit was packed so good. It didn't matter how hard you threw my suitcase, nothing would break, because of how secure and covered everything was.
Today I open my suitcase. First thing I notice is that the buckles are undone. I think, "Shit, some asshole broke into my suitcase and stole all the valuable shit." But no. The next thing I see is a long strip of paper. It reads:
TRANSPORTATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
NOTICE OF BAGGAGE INSPECTION
and then gives a list of bullshit reasons my bag was "randomly selected for physical inspection." Okay, American government, fine, I understand. 9/11, I get it. But please, have the decency to put things back where you found them. Is that too much to ask? Don't, for example, put all the fucking ceramic shit together, on top of everything, where you know, you know, it's going to break. Who the fuck puts ceramic shit side by side, no protected by anything, and doesn't even strap it all down, so when the stupid handlers throw the suitcase around it jostles and break into a million fucking pieces, expensive shit I bought for friends, ruined for no reason, just like that. So now I am stuck with a bunch of little pieces of nice ceramic stuff, and so a big FUCK YOU to the American government. Also, stop being so fucking incompetent, look at some fucking polls, more than 3/4's of the population is all for public option and yet you are so stupid that you look at the few rowdy ones that get on TV because they don't have the common decency to let everyone speak at some town hall in the middle of nowhere? Seriously, I am losing my mind.
But Orlando in two days, and everything will be awesome! Woo!
I wish Brad Pitt would kill not only "Gnatsies", but also people who have no common sense and compare Obama to Hitler:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nYlZiWK2Iy8
Although Barney Frank does a pretty good and hilarious job here. |
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[Aug. 16th, 2009|01:59 pm] |
Eye halve a spelling chequer.
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques four my revue,
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word,
And weight four it two say,
Weather eye am wrong oar write,
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid,
It nose bee fore two long,
And eye can put the error rite,
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it,
I am shore your pleased two no,
Its letter perfect awl the weigh,
My chequer tolled me sew. |
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[Aug. 12th, 2009|02:03 am] |
Good God, listening to crazy upbeat music really loud at two in the morning is strangely soothing, and what a pleasant day today was, in many respects, and I'm having a lovely time in general.
also aesop rock is da shiiiiiit |
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[Aug. 9th, 2009|04:41 pm] |
This is going to be basically all about family stuff, so... yeah. Probably not very interesting.
Anyways.
Yesterday I saw my baby cousin Naomi for the first time in three years. Actually, "baby cousin" isn't very accurate at all; it's common knowledge that a girl of five years is no longer a "baby", but a big grown up person. I was amazed. I hadn't seen the kid since she was a mere two, when she knew a few phrases and was shy as a button. Now... she's a chatterbox. (Still incredibly shy, but she warms up to you over time.) She is beautiful and polite in the way five year olds are, and she can draw better than me too.
Well, it sort of hit me that she, after my brother, is my closest sibling. She is actually a... person. A talking, walking, dancing person. She danced to instrumental Beatles music for a half hour straight, and it was the most adorable and amazing and hilarious and perfect thing I have ever seen. My whole entire life I wanted a little sister. Yesterday I realized I actually have one. I love her to death.
Today.
Today I was sitting at the computer, much like I am now, and I glanced to the bookshelf cabinet on my left. There are many books in it, old and new, mostly in Russian, kid books and dictionaries and spy novels. I have glanced at this bookshelf cabinet many times in my life, and have sort of taken it in as a whole without really paying much attention. Today, though, I saw a photo sticking out on the bottom, and realized the bottom shelf, the shelf that I usually scan over in my act of taking in the whole bookshelf cabinet as a whole, was filled with many photo albums.
Now, it is also common knowledge that the Nathanson parents are avid photographers. The Nathanson boys' entire childhood has been documented from the moment I was born to the moment my parents split up. I own and have looked through close to 50 albums (I wish I was kidding) of pictures of me at every stage and age of my life up to this point. What I didn't know, however, is this photography bug extends far beyond my dear old mum and dad.
There were five photo albums on the bottom shelf. I looked through the first big one, the one with the photo sticking out, and was not surprised to see me as a nine year old playing soccer in Miami, my grandparents seeing my family off to America in '97, or my brother and I as five year olds at the Ramat-Gan Zoo. I had seen all those pictures before. I put back the photo album and decided to just glance at the next one, expecting to see more of the millions of pictures of my brother and I on the various shenanigan adventures of my childhood.
Except, when I opened the second album, the first picture was of my mom as a five year old. Now, in my entire 19 years of living, I had seen some pictures of my mom as a University student, or pregnant with me, and I think I may have, once or twice, seen my mom as a teenager, though I don't remember it. But as I flipped through the album, I saw my mom as a baby, my mom as a three year old, my aunt as a baby, the two sisters playing, my aunt dancing as a five year old to a row of dolls, my mom entering first grade. And every picture was perfectly labeled, and dated, and in pristine condition.
Two things struck me as I looked through the album. The first was the somewhat creepy realization that my mom, as a teenager, looked a lot like Anne Frank, only a little more beautiful. I always thought that Anne Frank was a very pretty girl, but my mom was even prettier. And the resemblance was uncanny, at least in my mind. The second realization I had was that I understood I hadn't an inkling of an idea what my mom, my aunt, and my grandparents were like, both in looks and personality, pre-1990. And it turns out they were a smiling, happy group. Back then, cameras were expensive (60's Soviet Russia), and most picture were candid, without poses, on the spot. The happy family was always together. My mom was always playing with her little sister, helping her out. They always looked to be having fun.
I put down the album and reached for the next one, opened it up, and was immediately greeted by my grandparents wedding photo from the 50's. I kid you not, it was the first time I had ever seen my grandpa with a full head of hair. My grandparents looked so young, it was startling. The entire photo album was my grandparents' lives leading up to their marriage. Old, fading pictures of them as kids, back when they had no idea they would one day meet, war-time in Russia and yet they looked happy. I have never in my life seen pictures of my grandparents so young. I saw a picture of my grandpa when he was 19 and it excited me and freaked me out. True, my grandpa is still fit, still does 30 push-ups every morning, can still run and wake up early and everything. But he's a grandpa. I hate to think of myself in the future. As a grandpa. It's scary. But yeah, the rest of the photo albums were more of the same, ridiculously amazing pictures from the 30's to the 80's, of my grandparents and great-grandparents, and of my beautiful mom and her awesome sister, who now has a beautiful little girl named Naomi who I grew a lot closer with yesterday. I should take up photography so I can continue the tradition and document my kids' childhood, so that one day their kids stumble upon old fading pictures. That will be... what, 2030? A century after the first pictures in these photo albums? Awesome.
The moral of the story is that Israel is fucking HOT right now and I should start coming here in the Winter when I'm not sweating just from sitting on the computer. |
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[Aug. 5th, 2009|11:26 pm] |
Hello footballing world (I am in Europe so I am using the correct terminology, but for those in the West, "Hello soccer world").
I would just like to take this moment to announce my intention of joining Jonathan Matthew Tutterow in whooping ass this football/soccer season. This proclamation here is to challenge anyone to even come close to our level of dominance. I don't have many things to be cocky about (and by "not many" I mean "none", on account that my personal talents are limited to nothing), but I am fully confident in the Nathanson-Tutterow combination.
That is all.
(Alos I'm very excited for soccer yes yes yes) |
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[Aug. 5th, 2009|02:40 pm] |
Hello!
I'm here in the Land of Milk and Honey for the first time in three years, seeing my grandparents and old friends and shit, but only for two weeks. It feels sort of weird to be back. I feel like such an American now, because I am such an American now. I mean, shit, I haven't been back in three years. THREE FUCKING YEARS. That's such a long time! And yet, not much has changed really. My grandparents still look the same (which is good... I mean they seriously don't look any older since the last time i saw them), and the roads still have the same signs and the buildings still look the same. All my friends are in the army, which is weird, because if we'd never moved I'd be in the army too.
The only thing I did'nt miss is the 12 hour flight.
Anyways, as stoked as I am to be here, I also can't wait for August 20th to move back up to Orlando and to get in the groove of things and to live in a house with awesome people and to play FIFA at the Tutterow's a lot and nightly pong (beer and ping) at Nate and Richie's and see my lovely EmKay and MandaPanda and get Chipotle and Moe's with Jackeroo and then bemoan the fact that we are so poor. I'm so fucking excited.
It's weird that right now its 2:45 here and only 7:45 in the morning in Amereeeeka. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2009|09:47 pm] |
So today at work Miami Magazine came to do a photoshoot. I got picked to be an extra. I put one a fancy white labcoat that a doctor wears and was told to sit at my computer and not to look at the camera while they snapped photos of me "working". It was pretty sweet. Check me out in the Fall 2009 issue of Miami Magazine.
ALSO CAN'T WAIT TO MOVE BACK TO ORLANDO THE GREATEST CITY ON EARTH (for you Laurel~) |
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[Jul. 27th, 2009|04:04 pm] |
The last time I wrote in here was almost a month ago... whoa.
Anyways. I'm at work right now. This Thursday is my last day. What a disappointing summer.
Actually, no. The word "disappointment" implies a let down, a feeling that an expectation wasn't met. I went into this summer knowing it would be bad. It was bad. No disappointment there. Come to think of it, the only reason this summer was bad was because it was pretty boring. Nothing BAD happened, really, nothing catastrophic, but I've been pretty bored. Work work work work work work work work work. Then every weekend escape to Orlando (or Gainesville this past weekend). In a week I fly out to Israel for the first time in two years, for two weeks, to hopefully have all the fun of a summer in a condensed form.
This past weekend I went up to Gainesville and had a blast. Jack, Lee, Kim and I got the house we wanted (the one you all saw pics of on FB) so that's pretty neat. Anyone is welcome to stay on our microfiber couch of course. Right now I'm just waiting for Israel and then to get back in the groove of things in Orlando. As much as last year was the best year of my life in terms of "schoolyear", I think this one will be even better because so many crazy ridiculous awesome kids moved up (like five, but they're so crazy ridiculous awesome they call for a "so many"), so I'm really looking forward to it.
Anyways, I hope everyone is well! |
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[Jul. 1st, 2009|10:16 am] |
I know this is the oldest thing on the internet, or ever, but I came across it again at work today and just started laughing.
Euch, rap is just missing one letter. c.
rapc?
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Crap you idiot. you put the c on the other end
oic
Though you could also say it's missing an e
wtf is erap?
* Batty bangs his head repeatedly against a wall
HI EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!
try pressing the the Caps Lock key
O THANKS!!! ITS SO MUCH EASIER TO WRITE NOW!!!!!!!
fuck me
Can't wait for the trip this weeeekend. Also go see "Away We Go", I haven't been touched like that by a movie in a looooong time. Also I have to stop extending my words when I type. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2009|11:07 am] |
For fuck's sake, people need to stop dying. This is too weird and awful. R.I.P. Goalie.
Edit: And now Farah Fawcett. This hasn't been a good month for awesome people.
Another edit: And now Michael Jackson? Today's pretty awful. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2009|02:40 am] |
This is Ellen Page~, Alia Shawkat~, and some dude I've never seen before.
Maebe's new hairrrrrrrr omgggggg
Just come out with the AD movie already. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2009|04:42 pm] |
This is a sort of long one, just fo' kicks.
Words cannot express how much I'm looking forward to moving back up to Orlando. I mean, first and foremost I'm looking forward to going to Israel for the first time in two years in August, but after that, I'm so ready dooood! I wanna get back into the flow of things, the groove, where days go by quickly and fun is had with all.
Work is starting to blow, majorly. Shit, this stuff doesn't interest me! I know this is a ridiculously awesome job in every sense of the word, and I'm working for and with some world-renowned peeps in the genetic field, and I'm doing things smarter and more qualified people than me only dream of doing, BUT... ahhh! I just don't care about cells and microbiology and genetics and PCR reactions and shit. And frankly, if autism is dependent on ME to cure it, good luck autism. Sorry bud, I ain't cut out for microbiology, I haven't had four years of schooling on it, and I'm really looking forward to July 31 when I bid this place adieu.
Also, the UM Medical Campus is, like every other good Medical Campus in the country, located in a very shitty hood. To get home, I have to drive through every back alley in Liberty City. Every house has bars on the windows, the Blacks to Hispanics to Whites ratio is 99:1:0... my mom told me how a few times people threw rocks at her car to try to veer her off the road, shit dude! I AM hoping to see MIckey Rourke though, he lives in LC. He's badass. I'm terrified.
You know what the worst feeling is? When you put a lot into a friendship or relationship, and you're not being reciprocated equally, and the kicker is, the BOTH of you know it.
Blahh. Maybe I'm just bitter 'cause four of my best friends are leaving me for the summer. 'Cause ya know what, if it wasn't for that, life would be swell right now. But I'm all sad and shit, I'm gonna miss the crazy gals.
Ahh fuck it, here's a famous poem, it makes me feel warm-n'-fuzzy.
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise;
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
Care is heavy, therefore sleep you,
You are care, and care must keep you;
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Rock them, rock them, lullaby. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2009|01:58 am] |
So I hung out with Justin and his Russian couchsurfers. Two chicks from Russia, one was a hottie, the other a nottie. It was the first time I spoke in clean Russian to actual Russians other than my family. Other than asking them to repeat a few sentences, and forgetting the word for "aunt", I did pretty well surprisingly. I told them if they ever needed a place to stay in Orlando, me and my microfiber couch would welcome them.
In August I'm going to Israel, so I can practice my hebrew there. Hopefully I haven't forgotten it all, I haven't been there for two years.
Maybe I'll join that couchsurfing site and request only Russians and Israelis, get my language skillz on. |
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[May. 31st, 2009|07:33 pm] |
Hey! Birthday is going awesome so far, so June and rest of 2009 here we go!
Next year I'll have lived on Earth for two decades. Ho-lee-shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
Today I was with a few friends and there were some rednecks present, and they were talking about how the Earth was 6,000 years old. And I just said "Wait, you guys really think the Earth is 6,000 years old?" and one of them, wearing sleeveless camo and a trucker hat with a fish on it (go ahead, try to fit into more stereotypes), went on this rant about how if the Earth is older, and evolution is a scientific fact, and it has all been survival of the fittest until this point, then how come kids with autism and mental handicaps were allowed to survive, if it were not for God's love of all? Wouldn't it be beneficial for the human race if only the strongest were allowed to live?
At this point I almost lost complete faith in humanity.
Anyways, so many movies that are coming out soon that I want to see, "Funny People" and "Away We Go" and "Paper Heart" and most of all this:
On behalf of myself, as well as acclaimed actors Clint Eastwood, Colin Farrell, and Brooke Shields, as well as notable Major League pitcher Jake Peavy, I hope you have all had a good "our birthday"! |
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