| 20
hours in America (December 30th, 2005) |
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
-Alexander Pope |
So I
went to see King Kong
with Nathan, Stephen, and Greg. Greg, who in addition to
going to Harvard won $6000 in an online poker thing. So King Kong
was good, during the epic fight scene I kept laughing because the fight
reminded me of bum fights. Bum fights are where
some guy
with a camera tells two bums that he will give ten bucks to the winner
of a fight. So there was a blizzard, it was awesome. I was
worried that I would fail to see a blizzard while back here.
A
depressing thought, many of the people that I have seen back here I
will not see until next summer. So that is fun.
Me and my little sister watched movies last night. We watched
Donnie Darko,
Primer,
and Eternal Sunshine of
the Spotless Mind.
If you know anything about those movies you know how it must
have
been watching it late into the night. we started at about 2am
and
watched the movies as the blizzard rolled on outside we sat in her room
watching as the sun overcame the orange haze of the previous night and
the light blue took hold of the new day. When we finished the
movies, we didn't want to sleep, so we went to a local coffee shop and
went in as the morning crowd shuffled in and had some overpriced hot
chocolate and we talked and came back in an hour or two and sat around
discussing how there was nothing good left on television, how NBC had
fallen from greatness, I remembered how the night before after King Kong, while
driving home in the Blizzard, we discussed how GE owned NBC and USA,
how that allowed Connan O'Brian to show clips of Walker Texas Ranger
with Chuck Norris, and how Chuck Norris' cheif export is pain.
Then we turned on the televisions, me and my sister's
matching
televisions and DVD/VCRs, well she did not turn on her DVD/VCR since
she tuned channels on her TV, but I had to use my VCR to change
channels, because my sister had "accidentally" ripped the cable
attachment out of the back of my TV, that was a big deal back in the
day, the day when that happened. But we turned on
the TV,
and the first episode of ER
was on. The series repeated, we had talked about how long it
took for TNT to repeat the ER
episodes, so it was ironic that today was the day that it repeated, and
we watched it. I realize that most of my memories, most of my
strong memories are from staying up into the early morning, oh, just
the idea of staying up to watch the sun rise. Not that they
were
all good memories, but they are memories: my eternal sunshine of the
spotted mind. So that is my story, of my twenty hours in
america,
I was awake for 20 hours strait, and it is the title to a West Wing
episode, about being lost in Indiana and trying to get out, the place I
go to, so I have a place to flee. Never go to college in a
place
you like, you need to learn to move on, I like Minnesota too much to go
to school here. |
| and
as we wind on down the road (December 28th, 2005) * * |
 |
So
over the past few
days I got to see a bunch of southwest survivors. I went
sleding
with Jeff, Tom, and Johnny at an awsome hill unfortunately at Edina
high school on Monday night. Evan, Colin, Joe Reed, Okney,
Stephen Ch., Katie R, Elise, Molly, JJ, Riley, and a few others.
That was awesome. We had nachos late at night.
Then
on Tuesday I slept in and then watched Lawrence of Arabia
with my dad. Then I went to Famous Daves to go dancing.
I
danced a little. I met Andre, Lydia, Jeff, JR, Katie, Elise,
Andrew, Claire, and Riley there. We danced for a while.
I
never ran into my little sister, but people had seen her there.
We then went to Pizza Luce in Lydia's van with Andre, Jeff,
Claire, and Andrew. Riley met us there with his people there
later. The waitress was on meth or something. Then
we drove
around and I went to Andre's house, watched Die Hard: with a vengence
and Andre drove me home. So it was fun. Tomorrow is
Wednesday, and I have less than a week left here. I don't get
nearly enough time. I looked at applying to the AHPCRC thing
this
summer. I could make $3,500 in nine weeks, and I think I
would be
a shoe-in. But after realizing how oppressive these breaks
are I
think I will not go for it. I was really on my A-game
comedywise
tonight, by the way, all writting is make better with wisewise words.
I don't know if I identify with Lawrence, I never identified
with Catcher in the Rye
like
everybody else, which should make me identify with Holden more.
But there is something to admire in Lawrence's humanity. |
| How many roads must a person walk
down? (December 25th, 2005) |
| Yesterday
was festivus, today is chirstmas eve. I still have to wrap my
presents, I still need to get a gift for one family member. I
listened to the rest of Garrison Keillor today, I then listened to an
old episode of a Prarie Home Companion, and listening to him talk about
lake Woebegon makes me remeber a night last summer. I came
back
late to my house one night. There was a humid hot air hanging
around at a time in the morning when such air was usually not present.
I looked into the small window of my parent's bedroom by the
back
door that was dark. My muscles ached as I walked up to the
back
door which I had to go to because I didn't have the key or strenght to
open the heavy deadbolt in the front that sheltered us in our quite
neighborhood. A neighborhood where no crime is committed,
there
were fireworks set off late that night that some local children must
have brought in after visiting their aunt in Wisconsin. An
aunt
that they had no desire to visit because she didn't have any candy in a
dish that stuck together, because adults don't eat candy as they get
older. And as I tought of the local children visiting their
aging
Wisconsin aunt who only every wanted the best for her nephews, and
didn't have candy because she didn't have any children of her own, and
her childhood was such a distant memory that she had forgotten the
candy that she once searched for when she visited her aunt, when I
tought of this I realized that some day I may myself forget this time,
and I too would forget to put out candy when children came by.
And even though the night was too damp I stayed out in the
light
of the alley and the glow of the moon, I stayed out and sat on the
bench that my grandmother got for my mother and watched the trees down
on the parkway that I could see over my neighbor's garages sway in the
hot wind that would come by me and warm my body as I sat there.
I
sat there until the sun came up the next day, and the newspaper was
delivered, and I read about the local news developments in the city
council and how a few soldiers had been wounded several oceans away,
but this is was not of my immedient concern, at that moment I was more
worried about how I would remember that day, or if it would be lost,
carried away on the warm breeze of the new day And that is
the
news from lake Woebegon, Where all the women are strong, all the men
are good-looking and all the children are above-average.
Merry
Holydays, Christmas is as religious as bastille day. Jesus ≠
Santa. |
| Homegrown
Democrat (December 22nd, 2005) |
 |
Today
I took an
adventure by walking the two miles to Know Name Records. I
got
two creedence records and four cassettes. I still need to
finish
my christmas shopping. Today is festivus eve. I
have been
listening to a book on tape (CD) by Garrison Keillor about democracy.
I could have bought the book but Keillor needs to be heard.
If you have ever listened to a Prarie Home Companion
you know what I mean. I played poker and xbox last night with
the gang. August 5th, 2005
is an important date, this is just for my reference. The
Great
Gatsby was really about Minneapolis and St. Paul, west egg and east
egg, new and old. I realize that Keillor's belief in what a
democrat is explains why I believe in democratic values. I
could
have gone carrolling tonight, but I don't want to walk anymore.
I
don't want to do anything right now, maybe a movie. There are
several people I should call, people I don't see very often, people
whom I want to see, people who I have know for a long time,
people whom I don't see enough, people who's name starts with
a
J. But alas, tongiht I must rest, I will listen to my
Keillor, I
will learn what it means to be a democrat, a Minnesota democrat.
I realize that no president has ever wanted to do harm to the
country, no president wanted to do anything than what was in the best
interest of the country, but the road to hell is paved with good
intentions. |
| the
Eye of the Hurricane (December 21st, 2005) |
The
flight went well. There was a couple sitting next to me
having a
nothing fight. So I would alternate stepping in to support
one of
them. I could tell they were sick of eachother, they argued
about
if it was too hot or too cold, why the plane went to Duluth after
Minneapolis, and why they went through Minneapolis to connect to denver
and not Kansas City; he said it was because the earth was curved, and I
told him it was not nearly that curved. I am just hastening
the
end, think of it as euthanasia for their relationship. So I
got
here and found all my chirstmas presents had arrived. It
seems
wierd to pick out your own christmas presents, but it is just easier
for me to pick out a few movies I like off amazon, we are to a very
religious family, we don't go to church... at all, but I don't care, I
know how to be a good person, not that I am, but I know how to be one.
I think my family should start celebrating festivus,
on December 23rd, we get presents early, can go see movies on christmas
day, and Amelia can take the day off of school for religious reasons.
By the by, I would like to give a shout out to Ben Lauer and
his
family for the ride to the airport, the chips and dip, and the
stratego. Other than that, I will be busy this weekend, and I
have a few things planned for my time here. I am sitting here
in
my comfortable basement room - of my own design - watching the X-files
because I ... don't know, but I think I have seem it before, it is the
one about the amish pscho-sexual killers who are immortal/bigendered.
On a lighter note, I am hoping that the awesome present I got
for
my little sister didn't break on the plane.
Denial, Anger,
Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance, just want it somewhere
for reference
shock:
the inability of sufficient oxygen distribution
Hypovolemic shock:
shock due to loss of blood
Septic shock:
shock due to overwhelming infection
anaphylactic shock:
shock due to allergens relaxing blood vessels |
| to
the greater glory of god... (December 20th, 2005) |
| .... may the laws of physics hold for
just another 8 hours, after that bring it. - Frevert out |
| brothers
in arms (December 19th, 2005) |
|
Shadows and Fog
sic erat in fatis
|
Okay
so I would probably
go crazy if break wasn't tomorrow. So I have to do my physics
lab
write up tonight and finish up my paper. I have been fed up
with
alot of stuff. Not to mention that late tonight I have a quiz
and
a gravity lab to do. I did get to drop MA352, after some
effort.
I got a B on my Calc test, decent. I am not
studyinig for
the quiz tonight at all, I don't care, nobody else is. I don't have
fifteen signatures, and I don't care, what are they going to do, ground
my airplane, I want to see Chunder bring it up, I will shove my paddle
so far up his ass. I am a little angry right now if you can
tell.
I have been brewing for a while, but now everybody is pissed,
and
so it is generating this massive wave of aggression.
Sometimes I
hope a car hits me lightly while I am carrying a baseball bat so I can
just wail on it. But I have the christmas spirit to keep me
from
going off the deep end. I need to watch a chirstmas special
tonight. Ahh, the song Brown
Eyed Girljust
came on, all will be better in time. I will do some work
tonight, ride to Indy with Lauer, take my seat, make sure I don't get
paranoid, and relax. Question of the day: can you be happy
without knowing meancholy, does maximizing one maximize the potential
of the other, and is it all relative or is there a set scale, surely if
we were put back in the dark ages it would be hell? I am not
that
depressed at all, actually I am rather optimistic now, but I was bored
in math class today. My day was going horribly, but then, out
of
the blue, I get a facebook invite from Jay, good news in a sea of
malaise, Jay Ackley, long time friend, not my pledge dad. So
things are looking up, or at least level. |
| this is ourselves, under pressure
(December 16th, 2005) |
I have been listening to alot of Queen and Dire Straits lately, as well
as Dylan, CCR, and of course
heiruspecs, which I credit with me going back to listening to hip hop |
Okay,
so I was rather
busy yesterday. You see today I ... actually let me start
from
the beginning. I was born April 30, 1987 at ... yada yada
yada
... I was in a car heading to the Indy (Indianapolis) airport with Chad
and Philbrook. I skipped class, my first time, it was a test
prep
day and I was rather confident about it. So after we dropped
Philbrook off at the airport we went to Target. We got back,
I
started my homework after the
Colbert Report.
I finished at about 3:30 in the mornin'. So I went
to bed
knowing that I had to do three tests tomorrow, study, and finish my
rhetoric paper. So my carpetbagger of a comp. apps. teacher
got
confrontational with me about the network being down, he told me I
needed to take initiative and solve a massive computer network failure.
So I went back to my room studied for my vector test.
Did
okay. Went back to the room, went to ARA to eat, studied,
finished my paper 964 words. I then went on to Rhetoric.
Went to Physics. Now here is were things went
poorly.
I sat down next to Caleb, asked him if I missed anything at
the
review yesterday, he told me that the test was yesterday. I
went
to my prof, he seemed to be angry. Class starts, at the end I
talk to him about it, he is cool, I will just do it after break.
YI was so excited that I was stoked, and I hate people who
use
that word. I have been anxious to fly back since I got back,
people are now coming around to my side. So yeah, that was
fun.
Other than that, nothing is really happening. I
have to go
now. Not that this is time related. The pressure is not
really
getting to me, I survived IB, I can chew glass, basically I learned I
am not the only smart person in the world four years sooner, actually
more like 8 years ago. Cheers to the quadumvirate, maybe one of us will
survive it. |
| Bad Route (December
15th, 2005) |
 |
Okay,
so for those of you who enjoyed the
Royal Tenenbaums
yoy might recognized the painting to the right. I was in Owen
Wilson's apartment over his couch. It is part of a series
created
seemingly randomly by a legitimate painter. It is called if
you
couldn't guess by it's title "Bad Route". It probably has
some
dumb metaphorical meaning, and no I am not just putting down metaphors,
just bad ones, that are either too obvious or too complicated that any
meaning is really conveyed. I rather enjoy the painted but
can't
find a place on the Internet to buy a poster of it. I need to
go
to compappy's class, so I will finish this later. |
| URBAN DICTIONARY
(December 12th, 2005) |
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| The tree of knowledge
(December 10th, 2005) |
THREE BLIND MICE
The film Dr. No is horrible, Bond doesn't even show up for the first
half hour. What is the deal with that. Moonraker
was a
better film! |
Let
me start out by saying that this is directed at nobody. Now,
I
believe in the freedom of speech. I believe that it is
critical
to a democracy to function to have a free exchange of information and
ideas. I also believe that freedom of expression is useless
without an ability for people to seek out and discover knowledge.
But I also believe that it is reckless of people to just
purposely invade someone's privacy, even if that privacy is from a
tacit agreement, and then be angered by the information they find.
And if non of this is getting through, just know this, I
usually
write this very late at night, usually after 3am, just before I go to
bed.
On a lighter note, I have the best present ever for my little sister,
it is a little expensive, but the cost of the raw materials and the
labour I put into it are overwhelmed by the end value of it.
I
need to finish that up today.
I am sick and tired, not of anything, I literally am sick and tired.
I just wanted to do this "blog" thing before it gets worse
and I
go for days without entering anything.
FINALLY, this website is targeted at two groups: Rose-Hulman student
and former southwest high students. If you are not one of
these
two groups understand that this is not targeted at you, and that you
may find the content offensive, just warning you, abandon all hope, ye
who enter here, I use alot of literary allusions (references) and that
can bother some people.
FINALLY FINALLY, if you find the content of this site offensive you
don't understand that it is all in good fun, get a sense of humor or
get out of my way, I probably don't like you anyways.
FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY, the title of this site is - as you may know
- the opening to a tale
of two cities.
I am doing this in reference to Minneapolis and Terre Haute,
if
you don't get it, I don't care, you are not smart enough for me to
waste my time on. And the site was originally entitled Trimalchio in East Egg,
the original title to the
Great Gatsby, the novel by Minnesota native F. Scott
Fitzgerald, who was named after Francis Scott Key, the creater of the Star-Spangled Banner,
one of the stupidest national anthems in history. It is about
how
Fort McHenry wasn't taken by the british after we tried to invade
Canada, for reasons that escape me for the moment. We have a
horrible national anthem. Not that I am unpatriotic, but just
think we could do better. |
| life is the only game in which in
the object is to learn the rules (December 9th, 2005) |
| Okay so here
goes. I am
about to get sick. Not just a light cough, that
I could handle, but a full blown thing with sinuses and everything.
My roommate has it
now, and I have felt it coming on. Now I have delayed its
arrival
with grapefruit juice and vitamin overdoses, but I will have to succuum
to the inevitable. From what my roommate has experienced I
think
this will be a long winter. Well it is snowing outside, as it
has
been for about twelve hours now, on and off, of course. But I am a Minnesota.
This storm is no threat to me, I think of it as fun.
I had
my "hoodie" unzipped and my hood off. I felt great, I think I
am
going to wear shorts tomorrow, oh wait, I am sick, or at least going to
be. So I will 86 that shorts thing. On the subject
of my
hoodie. I put ROSE
HULMAN in 2in. iron on letters on my hoodie. Red for ROSE and
black for HULMAN. I like it, and others are thinking of doing
it too. I have yet
to get one signature
on my paddle and I need 15 by break (11 days, 17 hours and counting) so
that is going to be fun. I might not even be able to go to
the
sexy santa party at redlight (Delta Sig's other house thing) which is
key to getting signatures since a ton of brothers are going to bet
there and I have over sixty signatures left to get. So I will
have to put an update on my website or something. Then there
is
that quiz I will have to do on tuesday, a quiz with a ton of stuff on
it. But on a happy note I had the most depressing two classes
back to back today. In English we talked about depression, a very depressing topic
In Physics we talked about how over half the class is failing
because the Prof is not teaching us I guess. By the by, if you
have a carbohydrate snack at about 4 in the afternoon you can prevent seasonal onset depression.
Just a thing I remembered today, snow and all.
There is
also a direct corrolation between the exposed skin area of a person and
the latitude they are from. I being from a land closer to the
north pole than the equator, feel that I am at home in the cold, as I
keep in the back of my mind it is 20 degrees colder there than here.
Hautians (residents of Terre Haute, IN) drive poorly in the
snow,
although the lack of snow plows with their plows down could not have
aided their situation. My rule is this: all Hautians are on meth,
at the current moment, unless they prove otherwise to me.
Isn't it strange how the night
moves, that is a good song. |
| A Prairie Home Companion with Ben Frevert
(December 7th, 2005) |
I'll hear that old piano
from down the avenue
I smell the cold
and I look around for you
oh my sweet
sweet old somebody
coming through that door
it's Saturday
the band is playing
honey
could we ask for more?
|
So my day of having more
stuff to do that I thought I could contend with is over. I
passed
my pledge quiz last on monday and yesterday and made my paddle.
I
did a nice job despite having done is so poorly. Jesus
borrowed
my silver paint that my pledge dad, Jay, got me. I didn't get
it
back until 9pm and had to rush that. But I am an offical
pledge
since me and Jesus did our official pledging on Monday. I
have
managed to fit all of my pledge stuff, all of my school stuff, and all
of my personal stuff into these few days. So now I feel a bit
of
relief. I have been feeling better since I realized what
torque
was in physics, I know it sounds wierd, but it is what gave me a bit of
confidence. I am trying to decide what to give my sister for
christmas, I get one of the things, so I am not being a perfect angel.
Tonight I will start the pentumvirate fitness program, we
will go
down to the SRC four times a week: two days of weight training, two
days of cardio. We are all out of shape, and I am here to
pump, clap,
you up. If you don't get the at least decade old SNL
reference
just know you are not a full person. I watched I heart
Huckabees
and found it great as usual. Bob created a facebook group
because
we both stayed on the same floor of the same dorm at Madison, just
strange that out of all the places, me and him were in the same place
somewhere else. Dante didn't let equivocators into hell so
why
would we let intelligent designers into our classrooms. So
when I
went to the Delta Sigma Phi pledge meeting tonight I gave Chunder
(pledge director) a skinny piece of unsanded wood with
ΔΣΦ in blue sharpie and asked if he had a
drill I could
use really quick. He was shocked and bought it completely.
I told him it was my baton (french pronounciation) and that I
was
sorry that I wrote in blue not green (frat color). So that
was
fun. I showed him my real paddle, a nice simple paddle, I
will
put up a picture tomorrow. I should get to sleep, although I
don't have class until 12:40pm, so I am not in a rush, I like the night
life. I don't like the morning. I have been running
on
fumes, I need to decompress. Thinking of getting a small
tattoo:
IB, a triagle, /V\, and a peace sign. |
| Oh, the weather outside is
frightful, but the fire is so delightful (December 5th,
2005) |
 |
So me and roomy bought a
christmas tree. It is three feet tall. It is
strange, lsat
year I didn't feel the chirstmas spirit. I guess there was
that one thing,
and my family celebated it in January, like we were Greek Orthodox or
something. But now that they know that I know they check this
site I will stop bad mouthing them. It is kind of an invasion
of
my me space, but the internet is free and so I won't slow down.
So last night we went to this synagogue because we had
already
done lines of coke off the bible and the torah looked good.
Anyways, people are thinking that I am desperate to get out
of
here because of this countdown clock I have mounted in my room that is
counting down to when my flight leaves. But really I am now
realizing how much I like it here, and I 86ed my Madison app.
But
really I am feelin' a little overwhelmed right now, and am glad that my
trip will be 20 hours less. I think that I am running in
survival
mode. I have been doin' stuff all ad hoc lately and I think
it is
the only reason my immune system is getting by. You see, when
your body goes into survival mode you are able to somehow just step
over disease, because I should have picked something up between Madison
and my room-eye. But I have also just found out that the
southwest mill is at work, but I don't know why Nathan didn't bring it
up, no, that shouldn't make sense. I found a Heiruspecs CD on
the
campus network, a big surprise considering they are a Minneapolis
group, so I am listening to that now. I am gettin' into hip
hop
an rap more now. i guess I just found something in it as an
art
form. The key is to understand that every art form has its
hacks,
and that it is really just poetry with music set to it. I
ordered
some good Woody Allen movies off amazon. I am looking forward
to
getting Shadows and fog,
a
movie. So I sit here, feeling like Charlie Brown with my
little
chirstmas tree, with a ton of work to be done tomorrow, passing the
pledge quizz, pledge initation, making my paddle, and then that little
thing about going to school, by the way, the words you're looking for
are "oh good grief." |
| flight 499, indianapolis to
minneapolis, 1 hour 52 minutes, (December 1st, 2005) |
|
|
I
am booked on
northwest flight 499 at 7:22pm on December 20th to Minneapolis.
I
have decided that I will in the stead of taking a 21 hour bus
ride, take a plane flight that takes less than 2 hours. I
don't
have a fear of planes. Well a slight one since 9/11, I was
fine
about it before. I guess after a discussion in rhetoric and
comp.
I realized that I have not flown since I went to New York and went up
the towers a month beforehand. But I am not really worried.
Anyways, I am doing a makeup pledging and quiz. I
have to
play catch-up. I am not worried about my flight to
Minneapolis
because it is 499, flights called 499 don't crash, my flight back here,
626, is a little suspect. I don't worry about this stuff, I
don't
find comfort in the physics of it but the math: the chances of dying in
a plane crash are negligible. This time I won't run into the
problem of unwittingly becoming a lookout for drug deals, it's a funny
story, tell ya later.
12 oz. mouse is going to have at least 2 more episodes, my roomy
downloaded all 6 episodes so I am going to have a marathon tonight.
It is the best show ever.
THIS IS VERY FUNNY,
IT IS A COLLEGE ESSAY and
see this |
|
| exile? |
California
and Me (November
27th, 2005) |
 
253 days,
9 hours,
+/- 40 minutes |
I
painted myself into a corner. I wanted to stay in town for
Saturday night. I was greedy. So I didn't ride back
with
Sam Green on Saturday morning, an action that I still have no clue why
he would do. So I stayed. I went to a concert with
Jeff,
Andrew, and Stephen. While trying to find Nathan's house in
Edina
there was a very ironic converation that only me and Jeff found funny
about breast feeding, no, it is not dirty. But also I will not be back in the Haute
until monday evening.
I am taking a greyhound back to spend three weeks in school
only
to return again. I need to write an email to Gavin because I
remembered that thing during poker while talking to Lydia. I
am
holding my life together with both hands, and people know I am
ticklish. Just thought that would be cleaver. My
computer
is not keepin' it real because I forgot to put on a firewall, so I will
have to re-image it when I get back, that is why I wrote some of this
stuff here. Oh, by the way, a Greyhound in Cali went off a
cliff
and two people died, but on the other side of things, I have a 21 hour
greyhound trip ahead of me. Then three weeks until I get to
fly
home, NorthWest Airlines, no stops, I feel like a tool, after what they
did to the union, most people don't realize how many people died
for labour rights. The weekend was created from the
blood
of unrecognized workers, who were dismissed as communists, well there
is Labour day, so I guess I am cool. Chad just told me that
formal pledging is tomorrow night, and the world came a tumbling down. peace
By the by, I realized that season two of the West Wing is my
favorite, the episode Noel
really speaks to me, and the
Stackhouse Filibuster, two catherdrals,
and Shibboleth.
Altought, season three does have Posse Comitatus
(see below). |
| Thanksgiving? |
Law
and Order (November
25th, 2005) |
 |
Before you can ask for god's
forgiveness, you must ask for
your fellow man's. 253 days later. But that is now
what
thanksgiving is for. Thanksgiving is for what you are
thankful for.
I am thankful for... I don't know...but I am doing well, so I
guess just
life in general. I have been spending a lot of time with my
little sister
in the past few days. Just sit around watching Mystery
Science Theatre
3000, she saw "Shaun of the Dead" and thought it was hilarious, a
notion that gives me hope. Today I heard a story about some
Cheetahs cubs
in Ethiopia
that some US
troops came
across. They had been badly abused and one of them was mostly
blind.
It is things like that make me hate people, it is things like
this that
loose me my self respect for the third world, and gives me credence to
my sense
of moral superiority. Not to mention more reports of female
circumcision,
a horrible practice. But then rays of hope part the clouds,
if only for a
moment. The U.S.
army
is going into Ethiopia
to rescue the cubs, human blood may be shed over the well being of two
innocent
animals, and maybe we shall begin to act responsibly. The
world is a
wonderful place, and worth fighting for, I agree with the second part,
and yes,
I know it is from "SE7EN" it is an allusion, and no, I am not going all
unibomber on society, just ranting on evil.
|
|
Ιασων |
Jason,
greek for "to heal" (November
22nd, 2005) |
 |
For
the first time in many...years, me and my
cousin Jason hung out together. To put this in perspective me
and
him were inseperable until 6th grade. I had a great time.
It is suprising that even if people spend time apart they
still
have something in common. I put a picture of the Madison
capital
in the sidebar because I put the Batres story in last time. I
like the was their city flows to the capital. But back to
Jason,
it was good seeing him, we haven't done much lately, and it was good
realizing what we have in common. I also received an email
from
Jay about my fake online encyclopedia entry about myself, an entry that
has been copied - it is under the GNU public licence - many times and
translated into french, german, english, spanish, and portuguese.
A French-German-English salute to me, I don't expect anybody
to
get this arcane reference to a book for the 70's on meta-axiomatic
logic theory. |
| BY THE BY |
Live
from Minneapolis, it's Saturday night! (November 20th, 2005) |
| Mr.
Batres, my 11th grade spanish teacher, taught my little sister's class
while Mr. Townsend was out sick. Batres as it turns out never had
a teaching licence,
that is why he didn't come back senior year. So I was taught
Spanish by a un-licenced Guatemalan political refugee. cool
!?! |
So
this is what happened. Late Wednesday
night I was talking with Gavin on AIM and I invited myself to stay with
him at Madison for a few days. So I haphazardly had Sam Green
from BSB 2 drop me off in Madison instead of Minneapolis. So
I
spent 40 awesome hours in Madison, WI. I learned how to
ice-skate, a thing that I never had learned how to do, despite being
Minnesotan. It was exciting almost missing my greyhound bus.
Madison is an awesome town, I regret not stopping by more
people
to see them, but there is always next week and the breaks that follow.
The Greyhound bus driver was pissed. I got home,
watched
"Equilibrium" with my little sister, whom I realize is more like me all
the time, too bad for her. I know this page may seen poorly
formated, I am using a new editor, having lost Dreamweaver when I redid
my computer, at least I get a chance to write something. So
to
sum it all up, had a great time in Madison, hope to see people over
break, I need to get some rest, although last break my attempt at that
was fruitless, although very very much enjoyed. "... tengo una hija",
"tienes una hija?", "No, no, no, una hermana, nada hija" oh, Batres. |
|
Favorite songs of the
weekend:
One
of these nights Eagles
Dust
in the Wind Kansas
Wild
World
Cat Stevens
|
in the
out door (November
14th, 2005) |
| Sorry
that I have been derelict in my duty. My computer
double faulted and I had to take it down to IAIT to get it redone. So I
have not been able to load Dreamweaver yet, and so I have to do this is
html code in notepad. I know I go to Rose, but I don't like
doing it this way, it makes me angry, but just about everything grinds
my gears nowadays. I am in the middle of finals, well,
actually, I have done 1 of 4, but two of them are jokes, thanks to
Bergseid. Thanks to finals, Rose has come to a dead stop. So
instead of studying for finals I have been reading up on Minnesota
political history. Floyd B. Olsen, the first governor from
the Farmer-Labour party, was a good guy. He was governor in
Minnesota at the same time Huey Long was at his height of power in
Louisiana. I can understand why David Strom wanted to rename
a road named after him for Regan. Gov. Olsen created a
minimum wage, a progressive state tax, social security, environmental
conservation, equal pay for women, rights for labour to collectively
bargain, and "nationalizing" Minnesota's utilities and grain
distribution. He proposed all of this before the new deal and
the great depression. Wish I could have brought it up when I
talked with him last year. I am out of what I was in: out of
the frying pan and into the fire in other words. By
the way, I no longer have fish in my fish tank, I gave them away, and
poured a container of isopropyl alcohol to kill stuff off. fin |
