FiFA LOVES THE SAMBA

I want to take this time to thank FIFA for allowing Brazil to waltz on thru to the Semi Finals.

I usually cheer for Brazil but it’s very difficult when on paper there competiton is non existent really.?! No disrespect to the other teams in that Bracket but C’mon !

All you Fantasy Team players should be envious,imagine you and your mates sitting at a Pub drinking Guinness discussing what you would like to see happen in the World’s Largest Sporting event and then making it happen.

Fifa puts together these Groups and Brackets and play percentages hoping that Sven gets the most Office points .

My question is I wonder what Germany, Spain, Argentina and Portugal did to piss them off.?

I’m really excited to see the Group Brazil gets Next World Cup, N Korea, Togo perhaps?? The possibilities are endless..

the rambler

i graduated from college ten years ago. i mean, really, i did graduate. you can't tell, but i did.

before that my profs smile, they tell me i have a gift. they site a mock prosecution i make, and i disagree. it's said i'm throwing away my god given talent if i don't become the lawyer like my uncle or my cousin would... like i was supposed to. and what can i say: i have a morale issue? i'm not capable of entering a system of defending or opposing something i don't believe in. i believe in constitutional rights; i don't believe in my ability to defend something i don't believe in. dad tries to make the best of it: i could work in immigration law. but i don't want to.

i find out i'm graduating over thanksgiving. this is after i've already made plans to live with jord next year, and the courses i want to take. going to grad school is all but a wash. all i ever wanted to be was a teacher. they try to sign me up as a newspaper editor, which is a laugh. they drag five of us in and wait for us to fail.

i'm not bitter, honestly. i love stories and fiction, almost too most--like anybody i've ever tried to love. but dad breaks his hip, grandpa and grandma need help, i find work at a coffee shop. the rest is/or was a love story, of sorts: history.

now it's ten years later and i'm hawking my soul to a private school to work in pr/ads. no grad school will touch me. i'm going to be in school with joneses 15 years younger than me.

i'm scared shitless.

fans

i do not like it when a window fans 'max power' option is directly next to the off switch so when the fan is switched on it zooms right to mach one thousand. instead, i like to work my way from 'low' to 'high'--it makes me feel like i'm really earning something.

or else i could just get an air conditioner...

2010 World Cup my first Sound off !!

Africa for the love of god !!!! Get it together!!!!

Let’s be clear the talent is there the teams can dribble for ever now gents let’s just get some more Goals .

Real fans of Futbol are rooting for you, even if they already have their Favorite team God Bless Nelson Mandela for bringing the game to South Africa because we all know if it were not for him, there would be no World Cup in Africa .

Anyway I need to sound off on a few people and Teams .

1. Sani Kaita – Thanks for pissing away Nigeria’s chances you big fucking Child !!Losing your temper when your ahead in a match ! And then you try and pretend that you are some victim . Do you not realize that the actions of the one sadly will reflect on the Whole . That’s right dumb ass when one African team loses or even ties , All African teams are generalized.
You Twat.

2.Switzerland – Thank you for shaking up the Tournament nuff said .

And last but not Least I have to Blast Uruguay!

I want to thank you Uruguay , for displaying your fucking unimportant complex and fucking up the spirit of the Games..

Yeah I get it.
You guys are a tiny country over shadowed by Argentina and Brazil

I know that must be difficult You’re the Canada of Latin America I get it , I get it , you feel like you have something to Prove .

Uruguay ! A poor Man’s Argentina !

I mean really? Couldn’t you just Tie the game on Purpose Like England did for the U.S .

four conversrations

people seldom do what they believe in
they do what is convenient
then repent.

-bob dylan

i smoke a cigarette thinking about those words; this is my last night in minnesota for some time. all my worldly possessions have been packed and are neatly stacked. most of the boxes contain books, some hold the ridiculous amount of cd's i've picked up, the rest is kitchen equipment. it's all piled expecting the moving truck i will pick-up, then load tomorrow.

these past couple of weeks have been difficult. it's the physical reality of what i have felt over the last two years with one foot in chicago and one foot in st. paul. it's been a realizations of waking up in a familiar room yet still trying to figure out what city i'm in. it's been defining relationships with friends, being honest with emotions and then building or re-building on it all.

it would be easier to stay in st. paul, and accept my failures and shortcomings. but scared or not, i am moving. the reasons for this might be explained in four conversations from four completely different women, all of whom have had remarkable effects upon my life; all of whom i still consider incredible friends: a, j, m. and b.

i receive a text from a. a week and a half ago. it's simple but states she's thankful we've always stayed friends. she cites examples of everybody else she has lived with, and how they've always abandoned her after they've lived together. my immediate, minnesotan knee-jerk reaction is to automatically feel guilty at this statement. a. and i don't talk that often, and when the two of us lived together, back in college, things were strained so much that there were nights she didn't want to be in the same room as me. back then, i didn't tell her i liked her, she didn't call me on it and we slowly dwindled to the married couple that stays together for the kids, or at least our apartment. but, we're both morons and the friendship endured.

j. and i haven't talked in a year. this is the opposite of a. where the relationship died, and we respected its death. she's a white sox fan, so obviously nothing could have ever come out of our relationship--a fact i stated at the onset of it. a year later she says that she appreciated my honesty that it helped her figure out her own life. i'm not in a position to doubt her or even call her on it. we resumed talking over the show lost; she was always a lost buddy. now she's doing well, dating a nice man that takes care of her and sees to her needs. even if something dies a newness might come out of it. relationships always needs to be defined, but it helps to have good footing to define them on.

while packing, i find a bunch of letters from m. these are from eight some years ago. i still don't know what to make of them. these are vague letters, or ones looking for strength. they're difficult to read. i stash them all in a wooden box, not sure if i should bury it or bring it. i pack it, reluctantly in a box to deal with later.

the conversation with b. is easy. we don't need to talk cos our friendship slips like a hand into a comfortable glove. we drive up from chicago with the radio turned to eleven stopping at the wine shop and sip on sampler wines.

i was afraid of moving back to chicago based on who i am, or was, and my motivations for moving back. i still don't know if this is the right decision, but it's what i believe in. this isn't a convenient choice, and i readily admit it might not be healthy. i am not repenting for past sins or seeking forgiveness for what i've done. in four conversations all i can do is accept what i've done, where i've come from and who i want to be.

when i was young i needed, but needs aren't necessities: they are things i needed for myself. now i'm older, and now i want. wants are desires i am incapable of reaching by myself, and in some way or form i need to ask others to help me.

i dropped b. off last week and drove north to pack. i listen to Green Gloves by The National for the first two hours of it before stopping at a gas station for cigarettes and to write this down:

slowly i unfold myself.
i might be in over my head,
or this is oxygen i'm finally tasting.
beginnings never really start,
ends never truly finish.
things just happen.
this is a come back story...

i believe it and have people that believe in themselves with me. this might hurt before it makes sense. but what's the point of life and love without...