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go twins!

greg osisek / / / |

so all of a sudden it's the playoffs and everyone actually gives a shit about baseball. i myself don't really follow the sport...i'm more of a football fan. however, i guess if everyone else is doing it, i will too. so here are my pics.

go cubs and go twins.

even though i've never been, i've always had a fascination with chicago. so that's my reason for going for the cubbies. as for the twins, i think it'd be a great "fuck you" to all those people who wanted to, or maybe even still want to, get rid of them. also, i really just like rooting for underdogs.

greg osisek / / / |

Bill Mallonee is coming to town on October 14th. it's an all ages show at a place called The Quiet Storm in the Bloomfield section of Pittsburgh. the cost is $10 at the door.

as the former lead singer of Vigilantes of Love, Bill released 9 studio albums, 2 live albums, 1 rarities album, a compilation album, a DVD and 9 EP's. his latest release - which is also his third as a "solo" artist - is called Perfumed Letter, and has been hailed by Magnet Magazine as "...a new chapter, one marked by more elaborate arrangements and exquisite songcraft than the Vigilantes' rootsier Americana-driven fare."

i've had the pleasure of seeing Bill Mallonee and/or Vigilantes of Love about a half-dozen times, as well as meeting Bill three times. each of the shows have been different in their own right, but they have all been very fun and uplifting.

you can download mp3's of Bill Mallonee's (as well as Vigilantes of Love) music by clicking here and selecting one of the 10 albums to check out.

if after checking some of his music out, you think you'd like to go see this show. use the link below to e-mail me. i'll definately be going and would enjoy as much company as possible.

greg osisek / / / |

way to go kid.

greg osisek / / / |
(do not) call me any...anytime...

just a day after a fedearal judge says "no" to the do-not-call list, the house of represenatives tells the Federal Trade Commission "yes."

my opinion: i'm for the do-not-call list. as a libertarian, i really don't care what people do as long as it doesn't affect me. telemarketers affect me. they affect me the way peanut butter in the mouth of a dog affects it. first i get this surprised look on my face. then i try to speak, but i can't. next i start running around in gigantic circles trying ot figure out what in the fuck is going on. then and only then, do i finally collapse on the floor from exhaustion. i've fought the good fight. the only thing left to do is hope to god someone comes along to help me.

if the do-not-call list falls through, i'm all for Radley Balko's idea (scorll 1/4 of the way down the page to "Telemarketing Ct'd"): make the receving of calls by telemarketers optional. if you elect to receive calls from telemarketers, your monthly phone bill will be cheaper.

at least then i'd know what i'm getting into instead of being surprised the next time the peanut butter hits the roof of my mouth.

greg osisek / / / |
why god, why?


*even bigger groan*

greg osisek / / / |
who's house???

archvies are back up and running normally. i guess blogger has some bug where i have to replublish my blog every so often. once i republish my blog it takes a day for it to work, which is quite batty.

so as of now, the blog is doing everything i want it to do. it's my bitch.

who's house???

run's house!!!

greg osisek / / / |

one of my best friends from high school, Jason Lesher, told me last night that he and his girlfriend of 2 years are getting married next september. congratulations buddy.

greg osisek / / / |
more blog updates

ok, i now have a link to my e-mail posted as well. the html code is thanks to Meg (to be called "Punk" from here on out) who has been awesome to help with and support my blog.

as far as e-mail goes: assuming i start getting e-mails from all of you readers, i will try my damndest to respond to it quickly. depedning on my schedule and the volume of e-mails i get, my response time may vary. i'm a big fan of personally responding to e-mail, so i will get back to you, just give me time.

i hope you are all enjoying the new additions to the blog. also, many thanks to those of you who have been reading for the past month or so.

greg osisek / / / |
stark raving mad

i found this website thanks to Radley Balko. hilarity ensued.

greg osisek / / / |
blog updates

i finally did it. i now have a section to add comments to my blogs. i'm actually quite happy with this because i did it - basically - all on my own (with some quck help by Helter.) for not knowing a line of html, i'm pretty happy with it. for all of you bloggers out there looking for a quick way to add code to your template for comments, check this out. it's really fucking easy.

so now that i have comments up and running, go back to all your favorite recovery blogs and comment on them. i'll be looking for them.

greg osisek / / / |
we the undersigned...

i saw this article yesterday on www.lp.org. i didn't get to blog about it yesterday because i was out of town for a few days, and busy all day yesterday.

as a smoker, i value my freedom to choose to smoke wherever and whenever i so choose. the New York state ban on smoking in restaurants not only intrudes on the personal freedoms of myself and property owners, but it affects the economy and overall general well being of the state of New York.

first of all, no government has the right to tell me whether or not i can smoke. the ban on smoking in the state of New York is basically a ploy to push the morals and choices of one community (non-smokers) onto another community who does not share the same morals and choices (smokers).

also, if a bar or restaurant wants to revoke the right to smoke in their establishment, it should be left up to the property owner, not the local, state or federal government. if a property owner wishes to prohibit smoking in thier establishment, that and only that establishment will feel the affects from their patrons, not the entire state.

the affects on said state economy are three-fold. first, if smoking is prohibited in all bars and restaurants, many smokers will choose not to eat or drink at bars and restaurants statewide. this will create a massive loss in income for bar and restaurant owners. it stands to reason that more than a few will have to shut down.

not only will the ban cause the shutting down of bars and restaurants across the state, but it will also cause a demand increase at liquor and grocery stores. if smokers are not going to bars or restaurants, they will be eating and drinking at home where they can smoke freely. this increased demand on food and alcohol will result in price and tax increases, of which the majority will not want to pay for, thus decreasing the amount of money being brought into the state government.

another affect the ban has on the state economy is due to the pulling of lottery machines by some property owners out of their establishments. www.lp.org reports, "In New York City, some bar owners pulled the plug on the "Quick Draw" lottery machine terminals on their premises to protest the law. The action cost the state about $1 million in lost lottery ticket revenue."

also, you can almost guarauntee an increase in public drunkeness citations and arrests. those smokers who still choose to go to bars or restauraunts will be forced to exit the building to smoke. a large group of people - whether they are smokers or not - who have all been drinking, will no doubt attract the attention of the police. this will lead to an increase in many unneccessary citations and arrests.

if you are a New York resident opposed to this ban on smoking, look for folks passing around a petition to repeal the law, and make your voice heard. if you don't see the petition going around, call Mayor Bloomberg's or Governor Pataki's office and let them know how you feel.

also, it is rumored that this ban on smoking is trying to be implemented in Pittsburgh, PA. if you are a Pittsburgh resident opposed to this ban, please call Mayor Murphy's office at 412.255.2626 and let him know your opinion.

greg osisek / / / |
album review

i was running around campus yesterday, trying to find a record store carrying a copy of The River by Bruce Springsteen. i was shocked to find that no one carried this album. i would later express my wish for a "good record store" to my friends.

really, i just want a record store on campus that sells the music i listen to.


anyway, i had a need for a new CD yesterday. i walked down to a local record store in Squirrel Hill, no luck finding The RIver. i went next store to a local acoustic instrument shop, discouraged that i couldn't find this classic album and began to look at banjos, mandolins and acoustic guitars.

i noticed that the store had a CD rack. i looked through the CD selection and noticed some big names - Lead Belly, Ralph Stanley and Allison Krauss & Union Station just to name a few. then I stumbled upon the new Gillian Welch release, Soul Journey.

i had heard the track "Look at Miss Ohio" on 91.3 out here in Pittsburgh. i was also familliar with Giallian's work on the O Brother Where Art Thou? soundtrack, as well as her help with Ryan Adams' Heartbreaker album. i picked up a copy of Soul Journey and headed home to give it a listen.

in case you didn't know, Gillian works primarily with David Rawlings who is a big name in the alt. country genre. Rawlings' resume includes work with Ryan Adams, Ethan Johns and The Jayhawks.

all the songs on Soul Journey were written by Welch and Rawlings except one song that is all Welch and another two that are traditional pieces. the album sounds like a mix of Lucinda Williams and Allison Krauss. the songs are simple and sad. topics include whiskey drinking, lovers gone by and finding ones own individuality. the lyrics are simple and the music is primarily comprised of three chords. it leaves vast amounts of space for imporivisation, causing one big audio landscape.

even with the songs being as simple as they are, Welch's influences still come through clear as a punch to the face. "Wayside" and "Wrecking Ball" both sound like outakes from Lucinda WIlliams' Car Wheels on a Gravel Road. The meloncholoy "I Made A Lovers Prayer" sounds somewhat Ryan Adams-esque, and the spooky "One Monkey" could be done equally well by either Dylan or The White Stripes.

that is not to say that Welch is ripping off her peers, she's not. she's still making her standard old-time mountain music, and this album is better than ever. however it is good to hear that she's not afraid to add an electric guitar, bass, organ or a drum kit to said classic old-time mountain music.

for anyone just getting in to bluegrass, alt. country or fok, or for anyone who loved the music of O Brother Where Art Thou?, pick this album up.

greg osisek / / / |
besides blacking out in the middle of it, it was great.

so Chuck Palahniuk came to speak on campus yesterday. he's the author of Fight Club and Choke - both of which i've read - as well as Invisible Monsters, Survivor, Lullaby, Fugitives and Refugees, and most recently, Diary.

he was both intelligent and sarcastic as fuck. from the moment he began answering questions during hte 2pm Q&A, he had the audience. many of hte questions were, obviously, geared towards Fight Club. some interesting facts he revelaed to the audience included the fact that he wrote the idea for Fight Club - the Eight Rules - in two hours while working for a car company, and that the character of Marla was only in Fight Club to prove that Tyler and the Narrator aren't gay.

i'd like to write more about what he had to say, but i fear that i'll give away plots and subplots to his books, so i won't. you should all read his work and then go see him speak.

when he ended the Q&A session at 3pm, he told the audience, "what i read tonite is going to make you forget everything else i've ever written. i've had about twenty people pass out, black out or have seizures during this reading."

i was intrigued by this. the obvious question of "what the fuck could he possibly read" went through my head. i have expected him to come in to the darkened auditorium and lead us in guided meditation only to play some horrible joke on us - like placing the thought of our parents fucking in our heads - during said meditation. if any author has the potential to do this, Chuck is it.

as i found out, i probably would've enjoyed the thought of my parents fucking each other more than i liked what he read. well wait - let me restate that. what i mean is, the thought of my parents fucking would be less disturbing than what he read.

Chuck entered the darkened auditorium and proceeded to read us a short story he recently wrote called Guts. he intorduced it by saying he wrote it with the thought "what would Edgar Allen Poe be writing if he were still alive today?", as well as reiterating the previous statement about plassing out or blacking out.

Guts is overtly, deviantly sexual. it's a first person account of experimentations in adolescent male masturbation. in true Chuck fashino, they all go awry. Guts starts with a boy using a carrot and vaseline to anally please himself and moves quickly to another boy who learned how men in the middle east masturbate while having a metal rod inside their penis.

it was at about this point int he reading that i began to feel hot and have a sudden wave of tiredness overwhelm me. one minute i was laughing uncomfortably at the thought of a metal rod in a penis, the next minute i'm sliding down i my seat, having some wicked dream, of which all i can remember is vivid colors. i wake up, probably thirty seconds later or so, to find my 3 friends offering me water, running for police officers and asking me "Greg, are you ok?"

i felt fine. fine in that "sweating bullets" kind of way. i was really hot, and wanted water like you wouldn't believe. i refused medical attention from the police, and Angela - bless her sweet heart - handed her water bottle to me, which i promptly finished off. my friends then went on to tell me that when i 'fell asleep" i lost all my color and my hand began to twitch.

i found this all very interesting and unnerving, since nothing of this nature had happend to me for years. the only experience i could compare this to is one i had this past January when my friends and i had passed around seven bowls full of primo weed, and then decided to hit the gravity bong. i fell over, stared at the ceiling and laughed for an hour.

this is what Chuck Palahniuk's reading did to me. it made me feel stoned.

at least that's what i tried to believe. i didn't think that words, mere words, could make someone pass out, black out or, apparently in my case, have a seizure.

i treid to tell myself all last night that it wasn't the story. so what if Chuck said that twenty people on the east coast have had the same thing happen to them. it couldn't be his story. it just couldn't be.

today i admitted to myself that it was indeed Guts. sure some other factors may have helped. i didn't eat or drink much yesterday, it was hot as fuck in the auditorium, etc. but when it comes right down to it, i was warned, by the author himself, that this was going to happen to at least one person. luckily, for me, there were another two or three people in the audience who it happened to as well.

Chuck Palahniuk got me. like Babe Ruth telling you he was going to hit a homerun and then doing it, so Chuck Palahniuk did last night.

oh, and in case you were wondering, i'm not going to tell you how Guts ends. Chuck said it would be published in February's issue of Playboy, so you'll have to pick up a copy to find out.

greg osisek / / / |
fake e-mail, instant messages

today I opened up my e-mail and found an e-mail saying it was from "security@microsoft.com" the body of the e-mail said something like:

Dear Friend

Please open this patch and use it now. Therea re over 50,000 viruses on the internet.


now look... i will grant that Bill Gates is one of the richest, most powerful men in america and he can probably find your e-mail address if he really wants to. but he's a busy man, he really doesn't give a shit about finding your e-mail or sending you a free patch. thus, he is not going to instruct his staff to do such things.

so please, if you get this e-mail, don't be a fucking moron. it's obviously fake. it's faker than fake. it's just as fake as all those stupid instant messages i get once a year saying "AOL is going to start charging you to use instant messenger unless you forward this to your entire buddy list within 5 minutes."

these false e-mails and instant mesages are so fake they aren't even funny, thye're annoying. they clutter everyone's desktop and inbox. not only that, but they also force me to realize which of my friends are idiots and which aren't by seeing who uses these patches or who passes these instant messages on.

so to summarize, stop opening obviously fake e-mails/attatchments, and stop sending obviously fake instant messages. if something happens to your computer because of the fake e-mail or attatchment, it's your own damn fault. if i kill your dog because of the fake instant message, it's still your own damn fault.

if you're the person who has created these fake IM's or fake e-mails: you are a fuck.

greg osisek / / / |
The Wanderer

U2 was the first band I really discovered on my own. I was spoonfed the Stones, Springsteen and Pink Floyd from the cradle. But U2, that came thanks to 93.3 WMMR in Philadelphia. Achtung Baby was the first CD I ever owned. THe Joshua Tree and The Unforgettable Fire followed. However, in 1993, U2 released Zooropa, a techno/space-rock album that was met with much critical success, but little radio airplay.

Zooropa is filled with delay, reverb, drum loops and synthesizers. However, the album ends with a relatively standard country/gospel song called "The Wanderer." It was penned by Bono while still on the Zoo TV tour supporting Achtung Baby. Bono asked Johnny Cash to sing the lead vocals on the track and he did.

At the time, I was 12 years old. My mother was listening to Top 40 country, which I realized right away was worthless. However, at 12, I didn't know the difference between what was on the radio, and Johnny Cash, so I harshly hit the skip button every time I heard the opening eight bars.

It was only until one day - the better part of two years later - that I was riding with my father in my stepmother's gray Mazda, that I fully paid attention to "The Wanderer." My father and I had been listening to Zooropa and when the song came on I went for the eject button. My father - who had hated country for most of his life as well - asked me, "you don't like that song?"

"Nah man, it's country," was my knee-jerk response.

He then asked me, "but have you ever listened to the words?" Seeing the look on my face showing that I had actually never listened to the words, he said to me, "put the CD back in and check out the words."

The voice of Johnny Cash rolled out of the speakers like a preachers roll out from a pulpit. He sang the words I had never paid attention to:

I went out walking
through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking
under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn
and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye

Yeah, I went with nothing
nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

I went drifting
through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in.
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit.
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it

I went out riding
down that old eight-lane
I passed by a thousand signs
looking for my own name

I went with nothing
but the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you

I went out there in search of experience
To taste and to touch and to feel as much
As a man can before he repents

I went out searching
looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his father's right hand
I went out walking with a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one

Now Jesus, don't you wait up
Jesus I'll be home soon.
Yeah, I went out for the papers
told her I'd be back by noon

Yeah, I left with nothing
but the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you

Yeah, I went with nothing
nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

At 14 I didn't know much. However, I knew what I had just heard was this beautiful mix of Country and gospel music and whatever else it was, I knew it had not only influenced, but it was the backbone of, Rock n' Roll.

Ever since that moment in my stepmother's Mazda, I've been a Johnny Cash fan. While still to this day - just over 8 years later - I still don't own a single Johnny Cash record, I've found it's not a requirment to be a fan of Johnny's. I've listened to songs, and borrowed albums of friend's I've made or lost. Still, everytime that man's voice comes rolling over my speakers I want to tell everyone in the room to quiet down, take their hats off and place their hand over theri heart. As Baseball, the American Flag and the National Anthem symbolically epitomize America, so too does the voice and music of Johnny Cash. For years to come people will discover and re-discover his music, his legend and his legacy. And for years to come, wherever I am when I hear his voice, the room will get just a little bit quieter. Because that's Johnny Cash you're hearing right now, you show some respect.


greg osisek / / / |
communication breakdown

so i applied for an emergency school loan on friday the 5th. the money from said emergency loan is to go towards paying off my balance from last year so i can attend classes this year.

about 5 minutes ago, i found out i was denied for the loan because, as of right now, i am not registerd for classes.

you see the circularness of this, don't you?

i can't get the loan unless i'm registerd for classes, but i can't register for classes unless i get the loan.

now, i applied for the loan through the SORC (Student Organization Resource Center). howver, to find out why i was denied i had to call the student payment center. when i brought up the utter stupididty of their decision, the woman at the payment center said, "well, that's our policy. maybe you should call the SORC and see if they can do anything for you. we need to stick to our policies"

ah yes, the bureaucracy of this University never ceases to amaze me. this is my whole argument for consolidating this University as much as possible. that way, less people will be forced into running in circles, and many unneccessary jobs will be eliminated. with the elimination of these jobs will come an increased money flow that can be used to fund orgnizations, activities and/or departments that actually need it on campus.

for now, classes are back up in the air for me. if anyone wants to, feel free to call the Student Payment Center at 412.624.7520 and complain on behalf of me, as well as the rest of the student body.

greg osisek / / / |
quality band, quality phone

went to fuel and fuddle last night. i'm thinking about making it a weekly event to go on tuesday nights when they have live music. however, i swear to god, if one more alcohol incident happens while there, i'm calling hte whole thing off. but first, the band...

the band last night was a band caleld "Cornbread." i had no fucking clue who these guys were. hell, i didn't even know they were guys. i stopped outside fuel, after buying myself a pack of cigarettes because i had forgotten to bring an extra pack with me, and some guys outside were like, "yeah! cornbread! they're awesome! come on in!" turns out they were friends with someone from the band, so i thought, "what the fuck, it's free" and went inside.

the bar filled up with most of the over 21 hippes from around town. i ran into people who knew people i knew, i met a few new people, hell, i even ran into the editor from the Pitt News (he's not really a hippy though.) the drink special was $1.50 Coors Light pints (or "drink 8, get one free" as the bartender put it,) which really sucks, but whatever, it's cheap, shitty beer and free live music...ah the comforts of Pittsburgh.

around 10pm Cornbread took the stage (or really, the back corner where a stage would be if it weren't for those pesky tables) and i will be the first to say, wow! i had heard from the kids outside the bar that the band was primarily bluegrass/rock, but i had not expected them to be this good. they opened up with a song called "hot dogs and goats", a funny little ditty about, well, hot dogs and goats. in the 2 hours i saw them perform, they did everything from original music, to traditional mountain music, to dylan covers to a foot-stompin' bluegrass version of "Bitch" (originally by the Rolling Stones).

so yes, i highly reccomend that everyone seek out Cornbread. even if you're not a dirty hippy, you'll still enjoy these guys. some of hte best musicains i've seen/heard in Pittsburgh.

as for the cell phone... about an hour and a half, and 3/4 of a pack of cigarettes into the night, i order my fourth beer and a little beer runs over the brim. i pick up the glass and it fucking slips out of my hands, but astoundingly lands on it's base so it doesn't completely tip over. however, it did get dropped just enough to send about 2 ounces of beer flying over the brim and onto me, my cigarettes, my cell phone, the bar, and one other patron who i'm truly sorry to.

again, i was not drunk. you can ask Gerrica, who i called after i left the bar, and she'll tell you i wasn't drunk. shit, you can even ask the bartender or a few of hte managers and waitresses who saw me.

anyway, so i dry off my cell phone, the whole time thinking " fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." but lo and behold, i test it out, try it out and IT STILL WORKS!!! this phone is one tough motherfucker! i've spent a lot of the summer being annoyed that my phoen doens't work in my house, and i was planning on bitching to Sprint PCS. now, however, how can i? i spilled beer on my phone and it still works. in fact, it seems to be working a little better. it now is getting more reception in certain areas it used to not get reception in and my calls seem to be more clear. aside from the smell of Coors Light, all is well.

so to summarize, Cornbread is a good band, Coors Light specials at bars suck and this phone offered by Sprint PCS is one tough motherfucker.

greg osisek / / / |
i'm bringing back the "just say no" campaign

i've been trying to get more involved with my party (the libertarian party) in the past year or so. i've never been a big activist, but in the past year, i've been trying ot find my "voice."

with that in mind, i went to the libertarian homepage today and saw the article about Virginia libertarians creating a resolution to the Patriot Act. whether or not i think Virginians are crazy or not is a whole other story. However, I will say this: Fuck the Patriot Act.

for those of you who don't know, the Patriot Act basically gives the government power to do pretty much anything they damn well please as long as they can say it stops "terrorism." the Patriot Act supports everything from incresing the surveilace of foreign people's while in America to seizing voice-mail messages from personal voice-mailboxes.

i am, as i assume most sane people are, against terrorism. i hope that one day terrorism no longer exists and that everyone lives in peace and harmony the planet over. however, fighting a "war on terrorism" is a hopeless battle. no matter how much time, money and effort you put into the "war on terrorism," you can never "win." there is always going to be some crazy motherfucker somewhere who wants to blow up something for some reason.

so that's my soapbox for the time being. now some linkange:

to read the patriot act click here.

to read the article about the Virginia libertarians resolution to the Patriot Act, click here.

to find out more about, and see if the libertarian party is right for you, click here.

greg osisek / / / |
it's funny because it's true

i don't even drive and i appreciate this.

greg osisek / / / |
Blog Fixed...Sort Of...

fixed most of the broken links on the blog. many thanks to Meg who told me why they were broken just as i was realizing it myself. however, apparently my links to my e-mail address are fucked up, so i'll have to fuck with those for a while. if i can't fix them, i'll post my e-mail somewhere obvious on the website.

i had things i wanted to post today, but i kind of forgot what they were once i found out Warren Zevon had died. been listening ot The Wind a lot today, (which if you still haven't gotten your copy go get it TODAY.)

i think it appropriate that the day i find out Zevon is dead i went to a research study for smokers. turns out they can't let me do the study because of three things:

1) i don't have a cigarette first thing in the morning
2) i was down to 3 cigarettes a day over the summer
3) i've drank alcohol five of the last seven days

so apparently i drink too much to be considerd a candidate for the smoking research study. normally this wouldn't bother me, but this study paid $105, so i was pretty pissed when they basically called me a drunk and kicked my ass out of the research lab. they did give me five dollars for the ten minutes i was there though...but it was a five dollar check, which is insult to injury.

anyway, hopefully my posts haven't bummed too many people out today. other than finding out about Zevon's death, it has been a good day. found out the classes i want to take this semester are still open, my webmaster is doing a bang-up job creating the new website for work, one of my other employees bought me lunch out of the kindness of her heart and the Eagles are on Monday Night Football tonite. all in all, a good day.

oh, also, thanks to Lesley for showing me the timbuk2 site. i play on it all the time now. incidentally, i was going to use my research study money to buy a new timbuk2 messenger bag, but hey, what does an alcoholic like me need a bag for?

greg osisek / / / |
More Warren Zevon

ESPN.com's "Page 2" posted this article written about Warren Zevon by Dr. Hunter S. Thompson a few years back in honor of his life.

for more on Warren Zevon go here

for more on Dr. Hunter S. Thompson go here.

for more on lung cancer go here.

greg osisek / / / |
Warren Zevon Dead at 56

Warren died yesterday at his home. in his honor i'm posting the lyrics to "keep me in your heart" off of his new album.

Keep Me In Your Heart

shadows are falling and i'm running out of breath
keep me in your heart for a while
if i leave you it doesn't mean i love you any less
keep me in your heart for a while

when you get up in the morning and you see that crazy sun
keep me in your heart for a while
there's a train leaving nightly called "when all is said and done"
keep me in your heart for a while

keep me in your heart for a while

sometimes when you're doing simple things around the house
maybe you'll think of me and smile
you know i'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
keep me in your heart for a while

hold me in your thoughts
take me to your dreams
touch me as i fall into view
when the winter comes
keep the fires lit
and i will be right next to you

engine driver's headed north to pleasant stream
keep me in your heart for a while
these wheels keep turning but they're running out of steam
keep me in your heart for a while

keep me in your heart for a while

~Warren Zevon~

greg osisek / / / |
Short Story

this is an original short story by myself. enjoy.


he saw it flying near the door before his sister opened it. a bee, or maybe a hornet. "be careful," he said to his sister as she opened the door, but then it was gone.

he thought maybe he had imagined it. he thought maybe it was just a figment.

he smoked a cigarette outside, and checked his e-mail on the third floor of the brick house on the west end of the city limits. looking at the empty inbox, he heard noises coming from the kitchen but ignored them.

after another hour of pretending to be doing something important on the internet, he came downstairs for dinner. he saw his mother's swollen ring finger and knew that the insect was not imagined. it was not a figment.

"it was a wasp," his mother told him over a glass of red wine.

dinner was steak and potatoes. it sat warm and heavy in his stomach, while his mother drank more red wine and complained of her pulsating ring finger.

after dinner, but before dessert, his mother asked him to go to the neighbors to see if they had any benydrl. she said it would help the throbbing.

he went three doors down to the ex-hippy-woman's house. she was older than him by about 5 years, but still, the two were friends. she had a cigarette with him, and when he told her of his mother's incident, she said she had just the thing.

"here, take the rest of this cortizone cream," she began. "I just bought a new tube and don't need the rest of this one."

he took the mostly empty tube in his right hand.

"and here," she continued, "i got bitten by something a while back, and my doctor prescribed me these. it's called hydroxine," she said as he stared at the pills that were black and no bigger than the size of a mustard seed.

"i'll give you three of these," she said with the confidence of a doctor and the hospitality of a southern belle. "your mom can take one every 8 hours for 24 hours, but make sure she takes it with food and that she knows she's going to sleep when she takes it. it will take the pain of the sting away, but these suckers are strong. she'll be out like a light in twenty minutes."

he thanked, hugged and said goodbye to the ex-hippy-woman, who he only saw twice a year anymore, and went three doors back to his house.

"she didn't have any benydrl, but she said you could have this." he said while giving his mother the cortizone cream. he then handed her the hydroxine and gave her the instructions: one every 8 hours for 24 hours, with food and make sure you realize you're going to sleep.

his mother looked confused as to why the ex-hippy-woman had given her three pills. she took one with a glass of water and got ready for bed.

later that night, after making himself a midnight snack, he found and took the other two pills with hopes that the hydroxine was strong enough to never let him wake up.

gro 9.4.03

greg osisek / / / |
Nazi Punks Fuck Off

this post is for my buddy. he was attacked my a neo-nazi skinhead last night.

Nazi Punks Fuck Off

Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks-Fuck Off!

If you've come to fight, get outta here
You ain't no better than the bouncers
We ain't trying to be police
When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks-Fuck Off!

Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you've got real balls

You still think swastikas look cool
The real nazis run your schools
They're coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks-Fuck Off!

You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
Unless you think

~written by Jello Biafra~

greg osisek / / / |
oh man

i saw that Radley Balko had posted this article. reading the excerpt Balko posted before clicking to read the article, i seriously thought it was about a kid who goes to pitt that a lot of us know.

it isn't about said pitt student, but it's still an interesting read.

greg osisek / / / |

while at work, cruising the internet, i found an article on www.lp.org that discusses the imprisonment of non-violent drug offenders in Colorado, and how that state's budget problems could easily be solved by re-evaluating their drug policy.

greg osisek / / / |

let me preface this by saying that i am not prejudiced in any manner. while this post talks about homosexuality, and i make it clear that i am not homosexual, i am not putting any one person or group of people down for their personal choices. this post is not to be seen as me being against homosexuality, but rather is to be seen as me being against my mother's stupidity.

as i posted before, going home - or rather, going ot lancaster, pa - is weird. the weekend was going fine, until sunday nite. my mother, my sister and i were sitting around talking and i was asked if two of my friends - whose names i won't mention - had significant others. i told my mom that yes, "Female A" had a boyfriend and "Male B" had a girlfriend. She then said to me, comepletely seriously, not joking at all, "oh, i thought you were Male B's girlfriend."

the first words out of my mouth were "fuck you."

i picked up my cigarettes, picked up my beer and went outside to smoke. my mom came outside and while trying to apologize said, "well, i woulnd't care if you were."

but that isn't the point.

the point is, that just because i've been girlfriend-less for a year and a half, my mom assumes i'm gay. not only does she assume i'm gay, she assumes i'm the "woman" in the relationship.

while this story is funny in some ways, think about what that kind of comment, from a parental figure no less, can do to a person.

does my mom see me as someone who maybe just hasn't had luck with women? no. does she see me as someone who is wary of relationships? no. does she see me as someone witha confidence problem when it comes to the opposite sex? no.

no, i'm seen as automatically gay. not just gay, but a very feminine gay.

thanks mom. way to fucking blow it. tell my little brother and sister i love them. i don't think i'm coming home for a while.


greg osisek / / / |

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