Stephen Mejias

Stephen Mejias  |  May 22, 2006  |  4 comments
Music was playing,
so I sat there, quietly.
Stephen Mejias  |  May 19, 2006  |  7 comments
Since 5:43pm yesterday evening, the sun and rain have been engaged in some sort of wild tango — the sunshine whips the rain furiously across the dance floor, the rain stomps forcefully upon the sunshine. One moment is blue and gold, the next is streaked with gray. Lightning and thunder have me constantly looking over my shoulder and out onto the City rooftops. All that I can see is wet and droopy and confused. This type of weather makes me wonder what we've done wrong. Why are we being punished? I blame it on Elizabeth. This is what happens when people go on vacation.
Stephen Mejias  |  May 18, 2006  |  4 comments
If you like (or even if you don't like) the album version of Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy," try this slow live jam.
Stephen Mejias  |  May 18, 2006  |  5 comments
Often when I think I have nothing to write about, I remember. I remember. I remember JA commenting on one of my entries:
"It's amazing how you can write 300 words about nothing, and make it seem important."
Stephen Mejias  |  May 17, 2006  |  4 comments
Well, Elizabeth is off to Italy. Ciao, bella!
Stephen Mejias  |  May 16, 2006  |  4 comments
Elizabeth is leaving us, and she doesn't care.
Stephen Mejias  |  May 15, 2006  |  15 comments
As the plane approached the chaos of John F. Kennedy International Airport, I turned my head towards the small oval window to look out onto the bright City skyline.
Stephen Mejias  |  May 12, 2006  |  4 comments
Q: Have I mentioned that I'm not too fond of the Ayre's appearance?
A: Why, yes, I have.
Stephen Mejias  |  May 11, 2006  |  6 comments
"I just want you to know, Stephen, that I spent the entire afternoon recompiling all of the text and graphs and data for the Test CD 2 booklets."
Stephen Mejias  |  May 10, 2006  |  4 comments
On June 14, 2004, I made a silly, little mistake.