It is high time that I purge the meaningless trinkets and pomp out of my life. I shall cleanse my world all that weighs me down and sits idly without purpose. Decadence leads to corruption and destroys purity of thought. I must not tolerate it. It must be eliminated, to live as simply as possible is the ultimate goal.
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27.7.08
1.2.08
Das Haus, Pt.1
I present to you folks my vain attempt to thumb my nose at an essay assignment I received earlier this week. So with out further adieu:
It sits there on a tiny precipice on the southern edge of this most terrible town. Crowded in amongst many other pitiful structures, just a mile or two away from the gateway to something better; the town line. The horrendous place I speak of? Dare I attempt to explain it, for I get weak at the knees and faint of heart. I try my best not to think of it when I don't have to, but at present I am forced to spew out as much as I can about it, so I shall. The story I am about to ramble off about is that of the most sinister place this side of the rotary, my house.
I first met the structure of wood, mortar, nails, and some brick that I reside in back in December of 2004. It was a night that I'll never, for the rest of my tormented days, ever forget; though the actual date of the day eludes me. Anyways the actual day itself was fairly uneventful. It was a normal bright, sunny, and frigid day, as most tend to be during the winter months. I went to school, chillaxed with comrades, and went to my warm, loving, yet too small for my family's needs home. I personally wouldn't have used the word small, but cozy rather, however my mother disagreed. That night however was filled with pain and anguish unlike any other. It all started when a realtor showed up in my driveway and began furiously pounding on my side door around five in the evening. For the record we had been looking at houses two weeks prior to this, so this event was nothing new. I guess a large family of seven just aren't meant to live in a "cape" style home, who knew?. But hey, you can only cram so many people into so many spaces.
Back to the story. So we began with a grand tour of lovely homes in my birthplace, and only hometown, Leominster. Oh the homes were so nice, majestic creatures they were. Homes of grandeur, glory, happiness; terrific places. That however wasn't the view of my insatiable parents, who kept complaining about silly material items such as money and what have you. As such, the tour of homes began to wind further and further into desolate and unheard of lands that go by the names of Westminster, Ashburnham, and eventually Gardner. I know what you're thinking, yes there are a lot of trees out in them places, and very few points of what we normal people call civilization. Honesty, it is beyond me how these people survive in such remote places. I digress.
Gardner was the last stop on this house hunting excursion. It began with a look-see of a completely unsuitable and downtrodden vomit green home. I was filled with the utmost relief when we decided to carry on to the next home. I'd not be caught dead in a vomit green home of horrors, never mind alive! but the next little slice of hell lay around the bend. Oh yes, there was the beast, in all of it's foul mystique. With it's unpaved and poorly maintained driveway, mutated and unruly plants, and hideous and dilapidated exterior. And need you not ask, you already know the answer, my parents did love it.
upon entering the main foyer, one's eyes are immediately assaulted with the brightest possible shade of yellow on the face of earth. I swear that had to have been specially ordered, because no sane right minded human being would have ever manufactured such a bright and awful colour for general consumption. The colour extravaganza doesn't end there though. Oh no, I wouldn't let you off that easy. If you decide to go left from the foyer meet the electric blue kitchen of severe visual pain and then onto the blood-red dining area. I suppose the dining area has an ok colour match though...that is if you're Jeffrey Dahmer. Now if you decide to go right from the foyer you're in for a real treat. Every single colour of the rainbow in one room! And as an added bonus in the brightest possible hues in existence too. I am willing to bet that if you spin around fast enough in that room you'd put yourself into an epileptic fit.
Best part part is every room aside from the foyer, kitchen, and dining room have non-matching walls or decor. That is that every wall is a different colour. It is my estimation that the previous owners did this as a sick joke, but I digress...
- Dillon DiTommaso
Well there friends, that is the end of Part One of this most terrible essay. I would love it if you could give me the most soul crushing, brutal, painful criticism you can muster. I'd appreciate it. I'll post Part Two when I damn well please. Or most likely by tomorrow evening.
It sits there on a tiny precipice on the southern edge of this most terrible town. Crowded in amongst many other pitiful structures, just a mile or two away from the gateway to something better; the town line. The horrendous place I speak of? Dare I attempt to explain it, for I get weak at the knees and faint of heart. I try my best not to think of it when I don't have to, but at present I am forced to spew out as much as I can about it, so I shall. The story I am about to ramble off about is that of the most sinister place this side of the rotary, my house.
I first met the structure of wood, mortar, nails, and some brick that I reside in back in December of 2004. It was a night that I'll never, for the rest of my tormented days, ever forget; though the actual date of the day eludes me. Anyways the actual day itself was fairly uneventful. It was a normal bright, sunny, and frigid day, as most tend to be during the winter months. I went to school, chillaxed with comrades, and went to my warm, loving, yet too small for my family's needs home. I personally wouldn't have used the word small, but cozy rather, however my mother disagreed. That night however was filled with pain and anguish unlike any other. It all started when a realtor showed up in my driveway and began furiously pounding on my side door around five in the evening. For the record we had been looking at houses two weeks prior to this, so this event was nothing new. I guess a large family of seven just aren't meant to live in a "cape" style home, who knew?. But hey, you can only cram so many people into so many spaces.
Back to the story. So we began with a grand tour of lovely homes in my birthplace, and only hometown, Leominster. Oh the homes were so nice, majestic creatures they were. Homes of grandeur, glory, happiness; terrific places. That however wasn't the view of my insatiable parents, who kept complaining about silly material items such as money and what have you. As such, the tour of homes began to wind further and further into desolate and unheard of lands that go by the names of Westminster, Ashburnham, and eventually Gardner. I know what you're thinking, yes there are a lot of trees out in them places, and very few points of what we normal people call civilization. Honesty, it is beyond me how these people survive in such remote places. I digress.
Gardner was the last stop on this house hunting excursion. It began with a look-see of a completely unsuitable and downtrodden vomit green home. I was filled with the utmost relief when we decided to carry on to the next home. I'd not be caught dead in a vomit green home of horrors, never mind alive! but the next little slice of hell lay around the bend. Oh yes, there was the beast, in all of it's foul mystique. With it's unpaved and poorly maintained driveway, mutated and unruly plants, and hideous and dilapidated exterior. And need you not ask, you already know the answer, my parents did love it.
upon entering the main foyer, one's eyes are immediately assaulted with the brightest possible shade of yellow on the face of earth. I swear that had to have been specially ordered, because no sane right minded human being would have ever manufactured such a bright and awful colour for general consumption. The colour extravaganza doesn't end there though. Oh no, I wouldn't let you off that easy. If you decide to go left from the foyer meet the electric blue kitchen of severe visual pain and then onto the blood-red dining area. I suppose the dining area has an ok colour match though...that is if you're Jeffrey Dahmer. Now if you decide to go right from the foyer you're in for a real treat. Every single colour of the rainbow in one room! And as an added bonus in the brightest possible hues in existence too. I am willing to bet that if you spin around fast enough in that room you'd put yourself into an epileptic fit.
Best part part is every room aside from the foyer, kitchen, and dining room have non-matching walls or decor. That is that every wall is a different colour. It is my estimation that the previous owners did this as a sick joke, but I digress...
- Dillon DiTommaso
Well there friends, that is the end of Part One of this most terrible essay. I would love it if you could give me the most soul crushing, brutal, painful criticism you can muster. I'd appreciate it. I'll post Part Two when I damn well please. Or most likely by tomorrow evening.
31.1.08
Word of the week
Mis-an-thrope (n.) The hatred of mankind
ex. This entire blog is/will be an example of Misanthrope.
I think that this week's "word of the week" will be the blog's permanent mission statement.
ex. This entire blog is/will be an example of Misanthrope.
I think that this week's "word of the week" will be the blog's permanent mission statement.
The Great Adventure
There comes a point in few young person's lives where they decide to go out and see the world for themselves. It just so happens that it is that point in time in the lives of Joe, Cam, Arik, and of course myself.
Where is this Grand Adventure to you ask? But of course to the place that every young person wants to go to, not Cancun you silly, Chernobyl!!! But to be more specific, Pripyat...though we are going to be sure to trek through the entire Zone, so I guess I can't give a specific destination other than the entire Zone of Alienation. Honestly, no one should be shocked by this, I mean you all saw it coming. The 4 of us are truly whores for exploring abandoned places and general history of the Eastern Bloc, for us Chernobyl is the holy grail. Ever since I began research on the Zone four years ago I have made it a life goal to go there one day and visit it. The time has finally come to make that a reality, and not a day too soon. With passing time the Zone slips into greater decay, eventually it will become nothing more than radiated rubble. At present however it is almost like a time capsule, preserved as best 20 years can, on the date of April 26th, 1986. The last remnant of the glorious Soviet Era, and a lasting reminder of the horrific toll the Soviet Union took on the world and the peoples of Eastern Europe.
The planning for this adventure is still in it's extremely early stages. Surprisingly we already have most of the basic stuff out of the way, such as a supply of working Geiger Counters, various other radiological monitoring devices, and basic NBC gear. And between Arik and I, we have an extremely small ability to convey basic Russian phrases. At present it's only really a matter of selecting a departure date, booking flight tickets, and coming up with a comprehensive and coherent schedule; that is to say plan out the entire trip. That can all be easily done however.
Now I doubt we'll be ever be able to pull of this mission of utter stupidity, however it isn't all that far fetched. It's really just a matter of money. With that said I can't wait to traverse the, at one time, most beautiful cities in all of the Soviet Union. That would truly be an honor.
I'm gonna attempt to keep updates on the status of the Grand Adventure, and well as, in the future, history of the Zone of Alienation.
Where is this Grand Adventure to you ask? But of course to the place that every young person wants to go to, not Cancun you silly, Chernobyl!!! But to be more specific, Pripyat...though we are going to be sure to trek through the entire Zone, so I guess I can't give a specific destination other than the entire Zone of Alienation. Honestly, no one should be shocked by this, I mean you all saw it coming. The 4 of us are truly whores for exploring abandoned places and general history of the Eastern Bloc, for us Chernobyl is the holy grail. Ever since I began research on the Zone four years ago I have made it a life goal to go there one day and visit it. The time has finally come to make that a reality, and not a day too soon. With passing time the Zone slips into greater decay, eventually it will become nothing more than radiated rubble. At present however it is almost like a time capsule, preserved as best 20 years can, on the date of April 26th, 1986. The last remnant of the glorious Soviet Era, and a lasting reminder of the horrific toll the Soviet Union took on the world and the peoples of Eastern Europe.
The planning for this adventure is still in it's extremely early stages. Surprisingly we already have most of the basic stuff out of the way, such as a supply of working Geiger Counters, various other radiological monitoring devices, and basic NBC gear. And between Arik and I, we have an extremely small ability to convey basic Russian phrases. At present it's only really a matter of selecting a departure date, booking flight tickets, and coming up with a comprehensive and coherent schedule; that is to say plan out the entire trip. That can all be easily done however.
Now I doubt we'll be ever be able to pull of this mission of utter stupidity, however it isn't all that far fetched. It's really just a matter of money. With that said I can't wait to traverse the, at one time, most beautiful cities in all of the Soviet Union. That would truly be an honor.
I'm gonna attempt to keep updates on the status of the Grand Adventure, and well as, in the future, history of the Zone of Alienation.
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