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Monday, January 04, 2010 Beaumont Nerderati: In The Final Hours Of 2009 Friendship  "Jayson, Alex, Hannah, And I At The Met To See Robert Frank". Larger here. Incidentally, it turned out to also be the final hours of which one could see the Robert Frank exhibition "The Americans" at the Met. Labels: Beaumont Nerderati, friends, photography, quicksnaps posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 1/04/2010 08:56:00 PM 0 comments Monday, December 07, 2009 Don't Need A New Friend But Certainly Wouldn't Refuse One Either  That is, the potential new friend in question looked exactly like this fucking guy here (thanks Cabbie, straight to my gutheart). posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 12/07/2009 06:44:00 PM 2 comments 2
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009 Beaumont Nerderati: Alex Doorknobs  "Alex", from here He's back out on tour, but if you see this man, give him a kiss and rub his belly. Also, for a curiously good time, make sure add the Knoblr to your list of daily reads. Labels: Beaumont Nerderati, friends, Pains posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 11/17/2009 01:23:00 AM 0 comments Saturday, October 24, 2009 God As A Woman  Right here, right now.Labels: friends, quicksnaps posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 10/24/2009 11:38:00 PM 1 comments Thursday, October 22, 2009 The Beaumont Nerderati: KJ  Katie Jane, in the middle After writing a bit about Mark Jaffe, King of Men, I'm going to begin slowly introducing some of the rest of my amigos of the world to you. I already reference them semi-constantly and they are all such great specimens of humanity that they really deserve their own placards. These people make up the coterie known as the Beaumont Nerderati, aka the people that inspire me to do everything. So continuing... My friend Katie (KJ) is a sweet, polymath genius of sorts, a lover of books and knitting and words and curiosities of the world. She is also one of the planet's pre-eminent MS Paint artists (as you can see above). In an effort to "get the write out", Katie has thrown herself into the world of blogging by writing on not just one but FOUR blogs. Yes, totally crazy. But as a form of post-RSS life filtering, she has now set up one of them to serve as a catch-all director to the others, where you will be able to see links to all of her posts as they go up on the nets, inter. Behold, the Debauched Sloth: http://thesnug.tumblr.com/ Please everyone, check her steez out, as Katie is brilliant and funny and mainly possessor of one of the wryer senses of humor that I'm aware of a human holding (other than, perhaps, her roommate Sanam).  Labels: Beaumont Nerderati, friends, lolgore posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 10/22/2009 12:04:00 PM 1 comments Monday, August 31, 2009 Death Becomes Us  Oneonta backroads (from here) The father of my best childhood friend passed away yesterday. He was one of those capital M Men(sch) whose life was simultaneously as complicated and yet empirically as simple as possible. He was a man who loved the hunger of life, and yet respected a need to keep things responsibly in order so that he could maximize his throttle-pushing opportunities when he got the chance. Harry "Buddy" S**** was the kind of man that I, at the age of 13, both failed to understand and yet got completely. So unlike my father--a man who in every minute of his existence kept things restrained, measured, safe--Buddy seemed to understand that life was best experienced by laying out parameters and then, occasionally and with focus and concentration, stepping beyond them. I had friends' dads who were like my own, and even more who were the opposite--careless, selfish, with agendas on their own from their families. But almost none were like Buddy, with caution, care, and responsibility so carefully intertwined with a willful desire to push the pedal to the floor and go go go. I've already used two speeding car metaphors--well, it's hard not to with Buddy because he certainly loved to step on the gas pedal. How fast can we get to the ski mountain today from home? If we go fast enough over that bump will we actually feel our hearts hit our throats? Yeah, Buddy loved to race. But we also all knew not to think for a second that the car wouldn't be going anywhere if someone's seatbelt were unbuckled. Classic Buddy story@@: He once got pulled over after driving on Interstate-88 for only one exit. He had just purchased a new pride and joy, a Audi A6, and decided to test it out by stepping on the gas when he went up the interstate on-ramp and let go when he exited a mile down the road. He got up to, I believe, 108 mph. And yet somehow, because he was Buddy, a charming man for whom the word charisma was created, he got off with a ticket for 78 and a warning to be more careful next time. I've met plenty of folks who had charisma and charm like that who were also full of shit--two-faced fakers who cared more about impressing those outside of their lives than taking care of those within. But this wasn't Buddy either--Buddy was as bullshit-free as they come. He was a man who was refreshingly honest and so blunt and to the point at times as to be brutal. But for him, beating around the bush was a waste of his time and yours, time that could be better spent living and learning and figuring out how to do things better the next time. As might guess, Buddy was sort of a father to me, or at least a significant male role model--he was the man I never realized that I always needed my father to be: a brash, ballsy, charming man who picked flowers for the ladies and talked his way into whatever he wanted, but all the time respecting and caring for those around him, sacrificing his own needs and desires to help his family and friends. That Audi? As much as it was his pride and joy, he let his wife use it as her primary car. And the nice Volvo he gave to his son when he got his license. Buddy instead chose to drive a beatup '84 Volvo he'd taken from a scrap heap and restored slowly. It ran terribly and often died in the winter, but he knew that outside of the moments he'd set aside to live large, he didn't need anything more than simplicity to get by with the rest of his life. And that was it: for a man who seemed to need to make time to catch some of life's proverbial Big Air, he seemed to understand that he'd be able to enjoy it more if he balanced it with tons of slow cruises down the green circle slopes that, in reality, make up most of life's trails***. This dichotomy of living was something that I think I struggled to appreciate intellectually as a kid, mostly because kids have no idea how hard it is for adults to find a good balance as they age between youthful wild action/indiscretion and the cautious conservatism of parenthood and old age. I know that Buddy too had some demons--he drank too much, he struggled a bit figuring out how to raise his first child, he sometimes couldn't put the cap back on the bottle if the good times had been unleashed and he was having too much fun. But they were admissible outcomes in the life of a man who seemed to have figured out the magic secret for living large for those of us with neither the skills of the pro nor the bank account of the rich man. He put a lot of thought into what he knew made him happy, and figured out how to invest the time, energy and money he had wisely into those endeavors and not waste it on the rest. Because of the way he which I was in his son's life--through sports teams and science projects, I got to see the full-throttle Buddy constantly. On some strange, unexpected level, he taught me how to be a man more than even my own dad, or at least to be the man that I am now: find the meat of life you most want to eat and then sink your teeth into it and chew tenaciously, savoring every bit like it's your last (while of course remembering to share with others if they depend on you). Sadly, the last time I saw Buddy was probably five to seven years ago--I can't remember if I was out of college or not. And really, since his son and I grew apart in high school (he looked through microscopes and saw amoebas; I saw swirling kaleidoscopes of lysergic nothingness), my last period of spending a lot of time with him was probably 10th grade. But from age 12-15, few people in my life impacted me as much weight as he, and his simple-but-devoted thoughts and ideas posited on life resonate with me still today. Of all these things in particular is road bicycling, which both he and his son were into when I was in their lives and which I completely hated. At the time, road biking seemed to me like an entirely masochistic endeavor, akin to running as something that no one could possibly enjoy even if they did it well$$$$. Buddy laughed it off though and told me that I was being a baby and had no idea what I was talking about--when you bike, you are a machine, he said, and there's isn't much in life that can feel more beautiful and meditative than that. And the one thing he told me that I think of literally every single time I mount a bike is that, as an extension of the man-as-machine idea, your goal for getting on a bike should be to determine what your ideal pedaling RPM should be (cadence) and then stick to it, for the entire ride--shifting gears as necessary but never pedaling any more or less than the chosen rate. Know thyself, sparrow, and know it well, and ye shall find the God within. Oddly enough, in the midst of my miserable eleven hour God-must-hate-me ride to Montauk on Saturday, I thought of Buddy a lot. At no point in all of the biking I've done in 2008 or 2009 did I feel more unsatisfied and not wanting to be on a bike as I did Saturday, but to stay on the bike and keep going I just kept thinking of Buddy and repeating the word "cadence" to myself, over and over again. I decided somewhere around mile 80 that I would write Buddy a very short letter when I got home that said,
And like everything else about dipshit 27 year olds living in New York, I forgot when I got home that night and passed out instead. And then next day, it didn't matter. So: Dear Buddy, I'm writing this to you now even though it's too late: you are an amazing man, and you can't possibly know how important you were to me in helping me learn about how I might become the sort of person I should want to be. I'm sorry that I probably never made that clear enough to you when I was a dumb teenager hanging around your home, but I hope that somehow you knew anyway. I love you forever, and hope that your soul rests easy wherever it decides to go. love always, Benjamin Scheim LISTEN: Tom Waits - "A Good Man Is Hard To Find", from Blood Money NOTES: @@ -- I have no doubt that i've gotten some of the exact details in some of these stories wrong, so if you were there and know I missed something, sorry, but the spirit remains true regardless. *** -- Not on the actual ski slope, of course--for an old man, he certainly loved letting it rip, and was the only parent of any of my friends (besides my ski coach) who I enjoyed skiing with $$$$ -- While I still feel this way about running, I admit now that it's possible i'm wrong on this one too. Labels: BEAUMONT, friends, memories, old flames posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 8/31/2009 08:54:00 PM 2 comments 2
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009 Die Elemente Der Art  I may or may not have warned you that I play on the nerdiest basketball team known to man in the nerdiest league ever conceived, but yezzzzir, it's true. Our team, as you can see, is called The Elements of Style and because I am a maximum dork, I made the t-shirts above and below for our team. Mark had the brilliant idea that, given who we are and what we are doing (or not doing), it would make sense for us to choose punctuation symbols rather than numbers for our shirt backs. Ergo, Strunks:  Other punctuation marks on our team include @, $, :, and, of course, the interrobang. I enjoy the fact that this is perhaps the only basketball league in New York City where I might be made to feel tall; hence, Mark--our best player by far--plays point-center. I'm just happy to run around wearing Alex's weed shorts. Strunks, fear not, I'll be back soon. Labels: basketball, BEAUMONT, exercise, friends, lolgore, love posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 6/10/2009 02:50:00 AM 1 comments 1
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Monday, April 13, 2009 Wild Kindness  The Wild Kindness: hand-embroidered CD cover by Mabel de Silentio A little burst of joy arrived for me in the mail this weekend, in the form of a new package from my longtime friend Mabel de Silentio. Mabel has recently returned to New Orleans from a few years abroad in the Czech Republic and is gearing up for a move back to the northeast in a few months for grad school. One of the only friends I made in high school that I still keep in touch with, I am glad she is back in the states and look forward to seeing her again soon. In the meantime, I shall enjoy the most recent of what has become an infrequent but long-standing tradition of mail-delivered communications dating from before the era of standardized electronic interaction. Key among each of these packages is always the golden ticket: the latest distillation of music interests accumulating in our brains as transferred to the world by the <79:59 style="font-style: italic;">The Wild Kindness and I look forward to spending the next few months digesting it until I can't hear it anymore. Labels: friends, love, loved sounds, mixes, music, REAL LIFE IMs posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 4/13/2009 11:12:00 PM 0 comments Sunday, March 15, 2009 Ides of March Bring Celebrations Congratulations to Jayson Greene, member of the world's top 3 list of most amazing friends, for being lucky enough to meet the woman of his dreams. In today's world, it is hard for me to imagine two young people meeting and staying together for an entire lifetime, but I can easily and without hesitation say that I can't really imagine it any other way for the two of them. When I first met Stacy two years ago, I could tell right away that she and Jayson made a special match. In my admittedly limited world experience, I have never before played witness to a connection like this. I love them both, and look forward to celebrating every successive touchstone to come in the future life of happiness that they are sure to share. Labels: friends, love, quickthoughts, VICTORY posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 3/15/2009 11:40:00 PM 0 comments Thursday, March 12, 2009 BEEEEEE GOOOD TOOOO YOURRRR BEEEEESSSS  I miss you dearly, Goldenlox. Labels: friends, lolgore, quicksnaps posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 3/12/2009 02:15:00 AM 0 comments Wednesday, March 11, 2009 Painsfork  posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 3/11/2009 07:50:00 PM 0 comments Monday, March 02, 2009 Hip Times
Labels: friends, Pains, VICTORY posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 3/02/2009 12:25:00 PM 0 comments Sunday, February 08, 2009 David Lynch Cuts My Heart Open / CREAMED CORN  I am watching Fire Walk With Me for the first time since summer 2002 and I am reminded once again how, more than anything in the world, the work of David Lynch influenced the development of my brain aesthetics through adolescence into adulthood. And, for better or worse, really: i'm not sure it's so great that any child be so heavily affected by his darkworld alternatAmerica dreamscapes. David Lynch left an imprint on me like nothing else. Two tracks from the Fire Walk With Me soundtrack: This movie is insanely creepy.  Labels: friends, memories, old flames, thoughts posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 2/08/2009 11:36:00 PM 0 comments Friday, February 06, 2009 Pains of Being Awesome I must give a tremendous shout today to the Pains of Being Pure at Heart. Their album is dropping next week and the results are in: it's great and they are winning! Alex, I love you too much. Congratulations. Here's a bonus mp3 not on the actual album: The Pains of Being Pure at Heart -- "The Pains of Being Pure at Heart," b-side from Everything With You 7" And watch the "Everything With You" video if you somehow haven't seen it already: Labels: friends, INSANITY, loved sounds, mp3 posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 2/06/2009 10:49:00 AM 0 comments Sunday, February 01, 2009 Good Times!  Many photos to come from: Royal Scourge and  Labels: friends, photography, quicksnaps, VICTORY posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 2/01/2009 02:47:00 AM 1 comments 1
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Thursday, October 23, 2008 Stepping into the present  I have finally gotten onto the Google Reader train, after a long delay. I have certainly used RSS readers before--though starting later than many--but I've never been too into them. I like the 01-archaic idea of actually traveling across the web to find information rather than standing under a pipe in a basement while it's all dumped on my face out of a tube. Like many ex-newspaper fans, I like seeing the actual pages themselves, and feeling like on some level I have to seek the information out on my own in order to get it. However, I am tired of these exchanges: JeffreyBeaumont: "DoooooooooooD!!!!!!! Holy carcrash crazy! Check this out!!! WTFCUk!?!?!?!! SSSSSSSSioosdnadfadnd'aafdnfsdan'sadfan;asdfsda!!! JeffreyBeaumont: God, i just can't fucking believe it!!!!!!!! Doorknobs: Zzzzzzzzzzzz Doorknobs: Sorry dude, read that shit in my Google Reader like 4 hours ago. And so, I must go forward, if only so that the Google Reader can no longer deprive me of one of my few great joys in life ------------------- Also, my newly not-childless bro Bren-Donn created the below from a photo of me from this year's zombiethon. Rad!  Labels: friends, late arrivals posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 10/23/2008 01:42:00 PM 0 comments |
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