Tuesday, September 28, 2010


While delaying getting out of bed this morning to have breakfast and look for a house, I decided to Google myself. Found some interesting results.

1. The King of Siam had one just like her only with Gold fittings. She was reserved for Louis Egan and guests of the lodge.

2. In 1867, Father Constantine Louis Egan built the large red brick building that would serve primarily as a Dominican novitiate and seminary.

3. Louis Egan Rats mob may have been involved. - Fateful Rendezvous: The Life of Butch O'Hare (Steve Ewing, John B. Lundstrom.)

4. Louis Egan is a rather weak Link, low on charm, high on mumbled lines.

5. This three piece lineup featuring Louis Egan, Rob Patrice and Marty Bouma play a raw and fresh, yet classic brand of new and old music. (Unfortunately, this one is the only one that is actually about me, though the previous one is scarily accurate.)

Friday, July 30, 2010

Leaving tomorrow.

I fly off to Europe tomorrow, with a new haircut and most of my possessions, and I don't plan on coming back for a while. I'll be living in my sister's toolshed for a while in Puglia, then I relocate to Spain, probably to live in someone else's toolshed. I'm a little bit afraid, mainly of having my jet-lagged, mule-packed self robbed blind in Rome, but the fear is all part of the adventure, and as Crazy Joe Divola says, "Fear is our most primal emotion." (The Opera, Season 4.)

I'll miss Sydney, she's been alright to me.

I partied a lot, because I can't stop partying feat. Chamillionaire.

I worked 5000 jobs, 9 to 5, because I looove temping.

But most importantly, I made lots of new friends.

I'd like to give a special thank you to the A.T.O. for giving me this opportunity.


Saturday, April 10, 2010

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

This morning.

This morning, I was walking to work in the rain, against the crowds on Eddy Avenue. I was about to pass two well-dressed middle-aged women, who had also neglected to bring an umbrella. One looked at me, then said to her companion:

"See, prettyboy doesn't need an umbrella."

I felt flattered because she implied I was tough, then offended because she called me 'prettyboy', then flattered because she implied I was pretty.