I am starting to realise how incredibly lame this blog is.. I mean it really Andrew Zimmerns like a giraffe. By that I mean that I have 300 views over all, and most of those come from you. Haha, thats a blog joke I made up. What I am trying to say is that reading it is unpleasant. This is partly due to the fact that setting myself the goal of writing about something different and interesting every day was bound to have some consequences.. Such as what you are about to read.
Well, I have a paper to write.. The last one ever this year. All I need to do is format a few citations and write a conclusion and I will be done with the potato famine forever. I have another meeting with Charlie the writing coach tomorrow ( 2 meetings are required to pass the class) who will look over my conclusion for me, and I will pretend to take her advice, before going straight to my professor's office to hand the whole paper in. I am not doing this because I wont or can't take criticism, but because the only meeting I could book a week in advance at the KSC writing center was an hour before my paper has to be handed in, and there is no negotiation on deadlines. I think I will be able to do a good enough job that whatever Charlie doesn't like will be down to personal taste and not literary exponentailism... Whatever that means.
My friends, I am getting old. I have 19 years and that means that in dog years I am older, and that dog years are shorter. I thought that something only the middle aged and elderly faced was the sensation of time slipping through your fingers like a cord of fine silk, only you are unable to close your hand enough to grip it. To be fair, that only happens when I wake up around 2 in the afternoon, and the reason it happens to old people is because of crippling arthritis. .. "Tony, stop being wierd!!" "OK" said Tony, as he preceded to inflate a latex glove with his nose.
In the best of all possible worlds, chipmunks would wear cologne.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Candide, Tea and the Chinese
Piano anyone? No? OK then, you shall have oranges instead.
As you may or may not know, I already talked about reparations for slavery month back, but as I had a very unremarkable day, and as I am getting so old that I tell the same stories over and over, why not beat a dead horse with the guilt stick?
I know all about guilt. I practice the religion that invented it. Also, the maternal side of my family is Italian, and very much so. My point is that I am familiar with the concept. One thing for which I feel absolutely no guilt, is the oppression of the black community either now or in the past. Let me explain.... Yesterday, I watched Jeremiah Wright on C-Span talk about why he talks the way he does. I did not catch the whole thing, but I did hear him talk about the government. In short, he said that he hates the government because they have never apologized for slavery....
I will now ask you rhetorically if the U.S. government should apologize for slavery, and I will also answer rhetorically with a resounding NO-!-!.!.!-!_. On the surface an apology may seem like a useless token gesture that would do absolutely nothing for the descendants of slaves, and not for that reason but for another do I strongly oppose the idea. My reasoning is simple: Our government is representative... i.e. It represents the people. If our government were to apologize, they would essentially, at least in principle shoulder us all with the guilt of slavery which no one currently should have to bare, and once we are all guilty, then we would all owe something..
Wow, some problems in there, but it doesn't matter because you chose to read it and I am afraid my backspace key will suck my finger in..... My real reason for being angry, is because I just don't like it when a select few outspoken members of a community give their community as a whole a bad name by claiming justice where no wrong has been done and financial compensation when it has not been earned. If you found any of that offensive... Either check through all my posts to find where my reasoning on the subject comes from, or pour yourself a nice glass of lemonade and go out to the field to watch the fieldmice frolic in the midday sun............ I don't know, maybe it is time to stop posting, or at least wait for something more interesting.....
Just remember that in the best of all possible worlds, there is no such thing as a necessary evil..
As you may or may not know, I already talked about reparations for slavery month back, but as I had a very unremarkable day, and as I am getting so old that I tell the same stories over and over, why not beat a dead horse with the guilt stick?
I know all about guilt. I practice the religion that invented it. Also, the maternal side of my family is Italian, and very much so. My point is that I am familiar with the concept. One thing for which I feel absolutely no guilt, is the oppression of the black community either now or in the past. Let me explain.... Yesterday, I watched Jeremiah Wright on C-Span talk about why he talks the way he does. I did not catch the whole thing, but I did hear him talk about the government. In short, he said that he hates the government because they have never apologized for slavery....
I will now ask you rhetorically if the U.S. government should apologize for slavery, and I will also answer rhetorically with a resounding NO-!-!.!.!-!_. On the surface an apology may seem like a useless token gesture that would do absolutely nothing for the descendants of slaves, and not for that reason but for another do I strongly oppose the idea. My reasoning is simple: Our government is representative... i.e. It represents the people. If our government were to apologize, they would essentially, at least in principle shoulder us all with the guilt of slavery which no one currently should have to bare, and once we are all guilty, then we would all owe something..
Wow, some problems in there, but it doesn't matter because you chose to read it and I am afraid my backspace key will suck my finger in..... My real reason for being angry, is because I just don't like it when a select few outspoken members of a community give their community as a whole a bad name by claiming justice where no wrong has been done and financial compensation when it has not been earned. If you found any of that offensive... Either check through all my posts to find where my reasoning on the subject comes from, or pour yourself a nice glass of lemonade and go out to the field to watch the fieldmice frolic in the midday sun............ I don't know, maybe it is time to stop posting, or at least wait for something more interesting.....
Just remember that in the best of all possible worlds, there is no such thing as a necessary evil..
Monday, April 28, 2008
Bandolim, Buck and Bistro
Hey, did anyone viewing this blog ever want a piano? A very old piano, that though cannot currently function completely properly would still ad a touch of old world charm to any living room, and with a bit of work could become functional. Want it? Come get it... Absolutely free of charge. The Casey piano moving corp. Will even help you load it into any mode of conveyance you may possess. If by the end of the week the thing is still not gone, my father will even rent a U- Haul and drive it to your house/ Place of work or school free of charge... If that doesn't work, then the next stop for this 150 year old work of art is at the bottom of our driveway with a "FREE" sign taped to its back.
So apart from that, I hope you all are fine. I am quite alright, although in an hour or so I will be panicking about a stupid paper, on which 90 percent of my grade for its class rests. I just made myself a giant coffee pot full of the mate, and am preparing for a long night of it.. After that sentence I went out to buy some extra strength 5 hour energy.. Which is really kicking in now. The paper is not due in until Thursday, but like an idiot I made an appointment with my professor to pre screen the stupid thing, so it looks like Tony is going to be up for well over 5 hours. Oddly enough, writing papers is not one of my favorite ways to spend an evening, but I am hoping some residual good vibe will still be there from my last evening of writing.
Well, today I woke up early so I could have breakfast. I had been meaning to do this for some time but opinions and ideas we have late of an evening look very different in the light of the morning, so it was nice to break the cycle. A few minutes after breakfast, I rolled to a stop on main street because I find that attending classes is far easier when I leave the car outside. I am sorry to say that most of the class was as usual spent trying to stay awake, which I did.
My next class was the final for Music Cultures of the World. I had worn my band T shirt to my first class but I had forgotten my ukulele, so after I quick drive home to retrieve the little tyke, I went to class. My band mates and I practiced in a stairwell, before witnessing another group do a George Gershwin number, with piano, guitar bass, flute and vocals. It turned out that my group was next. I sat on a tall chair and played the ukulele, while the rest of the band clustered around forming a semi circular effect.. It was soon over, and we got to witness our professor learning hip hop dancing from two, possibly over zealous aficionados of the art.. The spectacle is being uploaded onto Youtube, possibly as we speak. We also got to see a barbershop style rendition of "I want to hold your hand" by the Beatles, which was actually awesome..
I also went to Spanish class, and was told to study hard by a Mexian lady wearing several winter jackets.. My Spanish professor is awesome, and sometimes gives me good grades.
There is more, but it mostly involves buying an XLLL shirt that says "All is good when your the big dude", or some similar fat friendly fraze..(haha...Oh dear........). In the best of all possible worlds, one should have a piano.
So apart from that, I hope you all are fine. I am quite alright, although in an hour or so I will be panicking about a stupid paper, on which 90 percent of my grade for its class rests. I just made myself a giant coffee pot full of the mate, and am preparing for a long night of it.. After that sentence I went out to buy some extra strength 5 hour energy.. Which is really kicking in now. The paper is not due in until Thursday, but like an idiot I made an appointment with my professor to pre screen the stupid thing, so it looks like Tony is going to be up for well over 5 hours. Oddly enough, writing papers is not one of my favorite ways to spend an evening, but I am hoping some residual good vibe will still be there from my last evening of writing.
Well, today I woke up early so I could have breakfast. I had been meaning to do this for some time but opinions and ideas we have late of an evening look very different in the light of the morning, so it was nice to break the cycle. A few minutes after breakfast, I rolled to a stop on main street because I find that attending classes is far easier when I leave the car outside. I am sorry to say that most of the class was as usual spent trying to stay awake, which I did.
My next class was the final for Music Cultures of the World. I had worn my band T shirt to my first class but I had forgotten my ukulele, so after I quick drive home to retrieve the little tyke, I went to class. My band mates and I practiced in a stairwell, before witnessing another group do a George Gershwin number, with piano, guitar bass, flute and vocals. It turned out that my group was next. I sat on a tall chair and played the ukulele, while the rest of the band clustered around forming a semi circular effect.. It was soon over, and we got to witness our professor learning hip hop dancing from two, possibly over zealous aficionados of the art.. The spectacle is being uploaded onto Youtube, possibly as we speak. We also got to see a barbershop style rendition of "I want to hold your hand" by the Beatles, which was actually awesome..
I also went to Spanish class, and was told to study hard by a Mexian lady wearing several winter jackets.. My Spanish professor is awesome, and sometimes gives me good grades.
There is more, but it mostly involves buying an XLLL shirt that says "All is good when your the big dude", or some similar fat friendly fraze..(haha...Oh dear........). In the best of all possible worlds, one should have a piano.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Blue, Certified and the Mexicamerican War
How is everybody? I am fine.
Last night was a weird sort of Saturday night. I have a paper from one class due on Monday, and a paper from another class due on Tuesday, so I was determined to get the shorter of the two finished. I started writing at 9, and was finished by 11 with a page above the minimum. The paper was on the Mexicamerican War, a term I coined myself. It turned out not to be to most formal of literary ventures. The reason for this is because to make writing it funner, I included certain analogies, such as referring to Texas as America's new girlfriend, and Mexico as her jealous ex.
This morning I went to church and played mandolin, which went quite smoothly. When I returned home, I went out to buy bread and Listerine. I listened to the Dubliners in the car, which was nice. When I again returned home with comestibles and oral hygiene products, I checked all my email accounts, my Facebook and Myspace accounts as well as my blogger email, which was fascinating.... I also made the conscious decision to include more phrases from the movie Snatch into my everyday brogue, such as "Save your breath for cooling your porridge", "In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary... Come again?" And "Before zee Germans get here."
Later I went out to play mandolin for the "This Is My Country" concert in the Keene High auditorium. In the parking lot, I saw David Guion and Angelia Boucher eating Friendlys food in a car, so I said hello. I sat in the front row for most of the concert with my geriatric band mates, giving Beth Guion creepy looks. I somehow also managed to use all of my newly acquired phrases, which confused people to no end. Halfway through the concert, I went up to play mandolin, and once I had, I left. Before I had done so, I found out the all the Catholic musicians present would get $50 a piece. I also found out that our collective $200 would be going to help our resident Kenyan, which is a nice gesture.
That is what I did today. I am now hungry, and waiting to be fed. What are you doing?
Last night was a weird sort of Saturday night. I have a paper from one class due on Monday, and a paper from another class due on Tuesday, so I was determined to get the shorter of the two finished. I started writing at 9, and was finished by 11 with a page above the minimum. The paper was on the Mexicamerican War, a term I coined myself. It turned out not to be to most formal of literary ventures. The reason for this is because to make writing it funner, I included certain analogies, such as referring to Texas as America's new girlfriend, and Mexico as her jealous ex.
This morning I went to church and played mandolin, which went quite smoothly. When I returned home, I went out to buy bread and Listerine. I listened to the Dubliners in the car, which was nice. When I again returned home with comestibles and oral hygiene products, I checked all my email accounts, my Facebook and Myspace accounts as well as my blogger email, which was fascinating.... I also made the conscious decision to include more phrases from the movie Snatch into my everyday brogue, such as "Save your breath for cooling your porridge", "In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary... Come again?" And "Before zee Germans get here."
Later I went out to play mandolin for the "This Is My Country" concert in the Keene High auditorium. In the parking lot, I saw David Guion and Angelia Boucher eating Friendlys food in a car, so I said hello. I sat in the front row for most of the concert with my geriatric band mates, giving Beth Guion creepy looks. I somehow also managed to use all of my newly acquired phrases, which confused people to no end. Halfway through the concert, I went up to play mandolin, and once I had, I left. Before I had done so, I found out the all the Catholic musicians present would get $50 a piece. I also found out that our collective $200 would be going to help our resident Kenyan, which is a nice gesture.
That is what I did today. I am now hungry, and waiting to be fed. What are you doing?
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Dublin, Used Books and Amazon
I hope you are all fine.. I am just peachy myself.
It was not a bad sort of day over all, although I am not really looking forward to the rest of it.
I woke up around 10, and started work on a paper about the Mexicamerican war. By started work, I mean I read through a book about the subject, interspersed with looking at things I am going to buy once I start work. I am going to finish the thing off tonight, which should not be too hard. It is one of those papers where my professor would like to hear about the evil history of white America, and how we should tear down the borders and give the Mexicans their country back. You see I find it easier to write about things I don't believe.
Apart from anti immigrant bigotry and rampant consumerism, I also began the second day in my new career as a piano mover. Around 3, my parents and I drove to the U- Haul place on Marlborough street and rented a truck. We then drove to Surry, looking like a Pikey family in search of empty houses and stopped at the house of a man selling pianos. Yesterday I explained how pianos are not in sync with evolution and so on, and this piano was no exception. It was heavy... Very heavy. My dad and I wrestled the thing into the truck, and tied it down, with my mom anxiously humming and the German piano salesman looking undisturbed by my dad's slightly veiled Hitler Youth reference. We soon arrived back at our driveway, and I climbed into the back of the truck to hold the piano in place if the rope slipped or snapped; an effort which would really have been useless if such a thing had occurred, because it defies the laws of physics that I could have held 700 pounds of wood and metal steady with one hand on an almost 90 degree slope. After much violent cursing, we somehow heaved the thing into the living room and drank beers.
That is what I did today.. I also smelled wonderful and played mandolin..
It was not a bad sort of day over all, although I am not really looking forward to the rest of it.
I woke up around 10, and started work on a paper about the Mexicamerican war. By started work, I mean I read through a book about the subject, interspersed with looking at things I am going to buy once I start work. I am going to finish the thing off tonight, which should not be too hard. It is one of those papers where my professor would like to hear about the evil history of white America, and how we should tear down the borders and give the Mexicans their country back. You see I find it easier to write about things I don't believe.
Apart from anti immigrant bigotry and rampant consumerism, I also began the second day in my new career as a piano mover. Around 3, my parents and I drove to the U- Haul place on Marlborough street and rented a truck. We then drove to Surry, looking like a Pikey family in search of empty houses and stopped at the house of a man selling pianos. Yesterday I explained how pianos are not in sync with evolution and so on, and this piano was no exception. It was heavy... Very heavy. My dad and I wrestled the thing into the truck, and tied it down, with my mom anxiously humming and the German piano salesman looking undisturbed by my dad's slightly veiled Hitler Youth reference. We soon arrived back at our driveway, and I climbed into the back of the truck to hold the piano in place if the rope slipped or snapped; an effort which would really have been useless if such a thing had occurred, because it defies the laws of physics that I could have held 700 pounds of wood and metal steady with one hand on an almost 90 degree slope. After much violent cursing, we somehow heaved the thing into the living room and drank beers.
That is what I did today.. I also smelled wonderful and played mandolin..
Friday, April 25, 2008
1918, Pounds, and Pancakes
I would really not like to discuss anything more controversial than not feeling good after eating pancakes, so here we go..
Today I woke up around 4: 30 in the morning. I have no idea why, and I was not able to get to sleep.. However, I overcame this obstacle and snored ten minutes into my class. Upon waking up, I grabbed the ukulele and in my hurry made us both smell nice. I then drove as fast as the little red copter would take me, and ended up being only 15 minutes late for the practice with my group. It turned out that this did not matter too much, and all I had missed were a few that's what she said jokes.. Which was confusing coming from shes. We soon got down to the awesome business of creating music, with awkward facial expressions and chocolate thrown in for good measure.
When I arrived home, I found that in addition to fences, decks and front lawns, I would be moving a piano as well. We have had this old piano for a very long time, and it no longer plays in tune. I do not know if you have ever moved a solid old fashioned piano, but let me assure you that they are not light. I firmly believe that pianos are not in sync with evolution and should have died out during the early 20th century. Well, in the end the piano got where it was supposed to go, and I felt strange pains in my stomach.
I did some other important stuff, such as grilling steaks and other such activities. I never made it over to Serena's house to meet her new room mates, but that is not something I would with all honesty enjoy doing . Well, I am now looking at what it takes to be an electrician... Maybe I would be good at that. Well, I may end up taking the job at Hinsdale greyhound track this summer.. There is something that I do not really understand in the job description though, and that is " some running required".. I can only imagine the implications of that phrase...
Well, that is all we have time for this evening...
Today I woke up around 4: 30 in the morning. I have no idea why, and I was not able to get to sleep.. However, I overcame this obstacle and snored ten minutes into my class. Upon waking up, I grabbed the ukulele and in my hurry made us both smell nice. I then drove as fast as the little red copter would take me, and ended up being only 15 minutes late for the practice with my group. It turned out that this did not matter too much, and all I had missed were a few that's what she said jokes.. Which was confusing coming from shes. We soon got down to the awesome business of creating music, with awkward facial expressions and chocolate thrown in for good measure.
When I arrived home, I found that in addition to fences, decks and front lawns, I would be moving a piano as well. We have had this old piano for a very long time, and it no longer plays in tune. I do not know if you have ever moved a solid old fashioned piano, but let me assure you that they are not light. I firmly believe that pianos are not in sync with evolution and should have died out during the early 20th century. Well, in the end the piano got where it was supposed to go, and I felt strange pains in my stomach.
I did some other important stuff, such as grilling steaks and other such activities. I never made it over to Serena's house to meet her new room mates, but that is not something I would with all honesty enjoy doing . Well, I am now looking at what it takes to be an electrician... Maybe I would be good at that. Well, I may end up taking the job at Hinsdale greyhound track this summer.. There is something that I do not really understand in the job description though, and that is " some running required".. I can only imagine the implications of that phrase...
Well, that is all we have time for this evening...
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Schweppes, Seinfeld and Inconvenience
Oh hey.
Yesterday was cool, I did some stuff and went to classes and did some other stuff and after that yet more stuff. I also got sung to by my old folks music group and had Birthday cake with the family.
This morning, I got up and helped my dad plough and flatten our front lawn until 11:30. It was hard work, and the only sort I did all day. I had no classes and so around noon, I went to Borders to spend the gift card I got for my birthday. I ended up buying An Inconvenient Book by Glenn Beck which is awesome. It is basically has everything I complain about in these posts, only for the price of $27. I also bought a Dubliners CD which is also awesome, and a guitar magazine. The guitar magazine was not so awesome, as it seems to be solely devoted to Xtreme metal and Xtreme everything.... I happen to prefer a little moderation in my guitar magazines.
Something I have been reading about recently, mostly online is Barry Goldwater and the origins of American conservatism. I have always understood conservatism to mean evil Margaret Thatcher destroying the North of England by denationalizing everything, and putting half of Great Britain on well fare........ And foxhunting.. However, I now think that is probably not completely fair.
Right now I am not going to make some unfounded statement about who is right and who is wrong/ left, but I am going to ask a question, mostly to myself, and partially to you: What is Right wing and what is Left wing? The definition I got in my early high school career was that Hitler was right wing and Stalin was left wing, But really weren't they very similar? I think that It would make more sense to say that anarchy is right wing, and any movement which places the state or group above the individual is left wing.. I guess the Army would be pretty Marxist by that logic....But that is just me, and I am confused...
I am a conservative.. To me, that means that I do not like governments that are large, because any large group of undisciplined and filthy rich people is by definition unwieldy, and their ideas almost always awful. I will use an analogy from my newly acquired book, which questions why you would want the same people who did such a great job with hurricane Katrina handling a cap and trade system for an invisible gas, or for that matter your kidney transplant. I do not like extensive taxes to pay for said large governments.. I think that your inalienable rights and mine are far more important than whatever someone decides will keep us safe from each other or from ourselves.. I will vote for people who claim to practice this philosophy and think angry thoughts about those who don't as I am driving to the store to buy melon in the car that I so often ask for money to fill up... I would have set up a really nice paradox outlining my own hypocrisy, but my eyes hurt from looking at this tiny text which Blogger wont let me make bigger. Perhaps not. I find it hard to believe that in the 60's and 70's, those were the principles of the Republican party, which with the help of my coreligionists has been made into almost a mockery of itself...
Wow, another political segment.. I hate them, I honestly do.. I start out writing thinking that it will be a good creative idea, and it always turns into something I do not remotely want to continue or even post, but then I am a lazy type who does not really like using his backspace key.
Yesterday was cool, I did some stuff and went to classes and did some other stuff and after that yet more stuff. I also got sung to by my old folks music group and had Birthday cake with the family.
This morning, I got up and helped my dad plough and flatten our front lawn until 11:30. It was hard work, and the only sort I did all day. I had no classes and so around noon, I went to Borders to spend the gift card I got for my birthday. I ended up buying An Inconvenient Book by Glenn Beck which is awesome. It is basically has everything I complain about in these posts, only for the price of $27. I also bought a Dubliners CD which is also awesome, and a guitar magazine. The guitar magazine was not so awesome, as it seems to be solely devoted to Xtreme metal and Xtreme everything.... I happen to prefer a little moderation in my guitar magazines.
Something I have been reading about recently, mostly online is Barry Goldwater and the origins of American conservatism. I have always understood conservatism to mean evil Margaret Thatcher destroying the North of England by denationalizing everything, and putting half of Great Britain on well fare........ And foxhunting.. However, I now think that is probably not completely fair.
Right now I am not going to make some unfounded statement about who is right and who is wrong/ left, but I am going to ask a question, mostly to myself, and partially to you: What is Right wing and what is Left wing? The definition I got in my early high school career was that Hitler was right wing and Stalin was left wing, But really weren't they very similar? I think that It would make more sense to say that anarchy is right wing, and any movement which places the state or group above the individual is left wing.. I guess the Army would be pretty Marxist by that logic....But that is just me, and I am confused...
I am a conservative.. To me, that means that I do not like governments that are large, because any large group of undisciplined and filthy rich people is by definition unwieldy, and their ideas almost always awful. I will use an analogy from my newly acquired book, which questions why you would want the same people who did such a great job with hurricane Katrina handling a cap and trade system for an invisible gas, or for that matter your kidney transplant. I do not like extensive taxes to pay for said large governments.. I think that your inalienable rights and mine are far more important than whatever someone decides will keep us safe from each other or from ourselves.. I will vote for people who claim to practice this philosophy and think angry thoughts about those who don't as I am driving to the store to buy melon in the car that I so often ask for money to fill up... I would have set up a really nice paradox outlining my own hypocrisy, but my eyes hurt from looking at this tiny text which Blogger wont let me make bigger. Perhaps not. I find it hard to believe that in the 60's and 70's, those were the principles of the Republican party, which with the help of my coreligionists has been made into almost a mockery of itself...
Wow, another political segment.. I hate them, I honestly do.. I start out writing thinking that it will be a good creative idea, and it always turns into something I do not remotely want to continue or even post, but then I am a lazy type who does not really like using his backspace key.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Coconut, Beer and Sandals
Oh hey, how are we today? I am 19 years old.. I also payed my overdraft charges, which was a relief.. Never ever buy things you can't afford..
Well today if I may, I would again like to visit the concept of open mindedness. The reason for this being that I recently came to the conclusion that open mindedness is not only stupid, but also dangerous, and if practiced in its purest form leaves its practitioner void of any reason or character..
Open mindedness, at least as far as I understand it, is the "virtue" of being able to approach any subject, person or idea, no matter how controversial without any preconceived notions or judgments. The goal of this way of dealing with things seems to be treating others equally and with respect before all else.. Which is a perfectly wonderful idea in principle. However, in practice I think there are many problems with this philosophy..... By this I mean that all ideas, situations and people are not equal. For Ideas, I will give the example of genocide.. The idea that a race of people should die just because they are a race of people should not be given the same consideration as the principles laid out in the founding documents of our country.. As for situations, I will bring to your attention Gold Bond medicated powder.. If I were offered a similar brand at exactly the same price, I would choose the former every time.. And as for people, representatives of NAMBLA should not be considered equal to the leaders of the civil rights movement in the 60's, even if they have equal rights under the law.
What I am trying to say, however inarticulately, is that preconceptions and judgments are needed in forming an opinion, and opinions should always be formed. You would not buy a car without first looking at other cars...You would not be friends with someone without meeting them first, and you certainly should not vote without making a judgment on your candidate... The point is that your opinions come from your experiences, and disregarding them for the sake of being open minded is quite frankly stupid.
I think I may have lost my original point a while back.. And of course it is up to you to decide as to what degree your mind should hang open... It is just that for me, and possibly many other religious nuts that I need to have something which cannot change, something that I will not apologize for and will not consider to be equal to anything else.. Now if you are reading this and do not share this opinion and are offended by it, then I can only say you are currently expressing the same opinion only in reverse.. Way to be openminded..And I understand, as I once held the same view myself and you are welcome to it.. I just confused myself pretty hardcore.
Wow.. I don't know what I started writing about.. The Busch is kicking in I guess... C ya tomorrow..
Well today if I may, I would again like to visit the concept of open mindedness. The reason for this being that I recently came to the conclusion that open mindedness is not only stupid, but also dangerous, and if practiced in its purest form leaves its practitioner void of any reason or character..
Open mindedness, at least as far as I understand it, is the "virtue" of being able to approach any subject, person or idea, no matter how controversial without any preconceived notions or judgments. The goal of this way of dealing with things seems to be treating others equally and with respect before all else.. Which is a perfectly wonderful idea in principle. However, in practice I think there are many problems with this philosophy..... By this I mean that all ideas, situations and people are not equal. For Ideas, I will give the example of genocide.. The idea that a race of people should die just because they are a race of people should not be given the same consideration as the principles laid out in the founding documents of our country.. As for situations, I will bring to your attention Gold Bond medicated powder.. If I were offered a similar brand at exactly the same price, I would choose the former every time.. And as for people, representatives of NAMBLA should not be considered equal to the leaders of the civil rights movement in the 60's, even if they have equal rights under the law.
What I am trying to say, however inarticulately, is that preconceptions and judgments are needed in forming an opinion, and opinions should always be formed. You would not buy a car without first looking at other cars...You would not be friends with someone without meeting them first, and you certainly should not vote without making a judgment on your candidate... The point is that your opinions come from your experiences, and disregarding them for the sake of being open minded is quite frankly stupid.
I think I may have lost my original point a while back.. And of course it is up to you to decide as to what degree your mind should hang open... It is just that for me, and possibly many other religious nuts that I need to have something which cannot change, something that I will not apologize for and will not consider to be equal to anything else.. Now if you are reading this and do not share this opinion and are offended by it, then I can only say you are currently expressing the same opinion only in reverse.. Way to be openminded..And I understand, as I once held the same view myself and you are welcome to it.. I just confused myself pretty hardcore.
Wow.. I don't know what I started writing about.. The Busch is kicking in I guess... C ya tomorrow..
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Anaconda, Butterfly Knife and Chaucer
Oh hey, thank you for joining us.
So how are you? I am fine thank you. I only had one class today. It turned out that my writing style had again landed me in a spot of inclement weather potato wise.. I used the phrase "cursory examination of the relevant facts" at one point in my paper, and was again accused of plagiarism. Quite frankly I am not surprised because judging by the vocabulary exhibited by so many of my classmates, a professor should become suspicious if the words "like" and "dude" are left out of any given sentence.
Wow, that was really bitter and looks far more angry than I intended it to be. I really do not feel that way at all, in fact many of my classmates are delightful people with writing skills far surpassing my own and with speaking skills I could only dream of um... Speaking...I now feel like one of those people who goes on Youtube to watch kids playing guitars so they can leave negative and creepy comments. There are many people worse than those who are abusive through the Internet, but they are certainly on the list..
So last night, before I went to work on a paper, I ended up watching Juno. Did you know women make babies? I also played mandolin for the Keene Pops choir... Which was weird. Did you know that they now make lollipops that are imitation butterfly knives? It is kind of like chocolate cigarettes, or Ballpark chew.... Only you don't suck on a butterfly knife.. You do? That is weird..
Anyway, it is my birthday tomorrow. 19? wow, that's almost 20.. That's scary dude.. I am like totally a quarter of the way through life.. Provided I do not make any exceptionally poor choices.. I think it is time for a quarter life crisis... I am going to buy all the stuff I wanted but could not afford when I was 9 or 10. Well, anyway, I should be going somewhere in a minute or two for some awesome super fun!!
These latest posts really Andrew Zimmern... Wicked bad. Well, enjoy your evening or hopefully day, if you have something better to do than be totally given cancer of the eyes by your computer screen.
So how are you? I am fine thank you. I only had one class today. It turned out that my writing style had again landed me in a spot of inclement weather potato wise.. I used the phrase "cursory examination of the relevant facts" at one point in my paper, and was again accused of plagiarism. Quite frankly I am not surprised because judging by the vocabulary exhibited by so many of my classmates, a professor should become suspicious if the words "like" and "dude" are left out of any given sentence.
Wow, that was really bitter and looks far more angry than I intended it to be. I really do not feel that way at all, in fact many of my classmates are delightful people with writing skills far surpassing my own and with speaking skills I could only dream of um... Speaking...I now feel like one of those people who goes on Youtube to watch kids playing guitars so they can leave negative and creepy comments. There are many people worse than those who are abusive through the Internet, but they are certainly on the list..
So last night, before I went to work on a paper, I ended up watching Juno. Did you know women make babies? I also played mandolin for the Keene Pops choir... Which was weird. Did you know that they now make lollipops that are imitation butterfly knives? It is kind of like chocolate cigarettes, or Ballpark chew.... Only you don't suck on a butterfly knife.. You do? That is weird..
Anyway, it is my birthday tomorrow. 19? wow, that's almost 20.. That's scary dude.. I am like totally a quarter of the way through life.. Provided I do not make any exceptionally poor choices.. I think it is time for a quarter life crisis... I am going to buy all the stuff I wanted but could not afford when I was 9 or 10. Well, anyway, I should be going somewhere in a minute or two for some awesome super fun!!
These latest posts really Andrew Zimmern... Wicked bad. Well, enjoy your evening or hopefully day, if you have something better to do than be totally given cancer of the eyes by your computer screen.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Flashlight, Helix and Polite Company
Glad to see you up and about at last..
Today is Monday, however to me it has the feeling of a Friday. I found myself in Class at 8 am, finding it hard to stay awake. It was almost cartoony in a way; you know like when Sylvester tries to stay awake, and his head keeps slipping through his paws... Sorry for that analogy, but I was just talking to one of my friends from a while back about the time when after watching too many Looney Toons, we tried to build a huge slingshot in a tree. Those were the days...
After that, I got coffee and went to my second class. I like coffee, and I usually like the class. Today we had a quiz, and my professor shamelessly wrote the name of his band and where they would be playing on the board several times.. Before the quiz started, the prof and I got into a discussion about brattleboro. I do not like brattleboro, and that is why I refuse to capitalize it.
After the quiz, which went quite well, I returned home.. I found that as well as fence destruction, my dad has plans to build a huge deck. I do not like building or even fixing decks, because to do it properly you have to know a bit of math, and I refuse to prove Mr. Ogwuda (angry African math teacher) right by applying it in the real world.
A while later I left for my Spanish class. An hour and 45 minutes later I left my Spanish class, and as I was driving up main street I discovered the biggest hornet ever circling my head.. I made a valiant attempt to ignore it, but I soon turned into the Cumby's parking lot to dispose of it... Well, that is about all I have time for tonight, as I have a lot of corrections to make on an increasingly disgusting paper. See you tomorrow, when I apologize to the free Tibet movement.
Today is Monday, however to me it has the feeling of a Friday. I found myself in Class at 8 am, finding it hard to stay awake. It was almost cartoony in a way; you know like when Sylvester tries to stay awake, and his head keeps slipping through his paws... Sorry for that analogy, but I was just talking to one of my friends from a while back about the time when after watching too many Looney Toons, we tried to build a huge slingshot in a tree. Those were the days...
After that, I got coffee and went to my second class. I like coffee, and I usually like the class. Today we had a quiz, and my professor shamelessly wrote the name of his band and where they would be playing on the board several times.. Before the quiz started, the prof and I got into a discussion about brattleboro. I do not like brattleboro, and that is why I refuse to capitalize it.
After the quiz, which went quite well, I returned home.. I found that as well as fence destruction, my dad has plans to build a huge deck. I do not like building or even fixing decks, because to do it properly you have to know a bit of math, and I refuse to prove Mr. Ogwuda (angry African math teacher) right by applying it in the real world.
A while later I left for my Spanish class. An hour and 45 minutes later I left my Spanish class, and as I was driving up main street I discovered the biggest hornet ever circling my head.. I made a valiant attempt to ignore it, but I soon turned into the Cumby's parking lot to dispose of it... Well, that is about all I have time for tonight, as I have a lot of corrections to make on an increasingly disgusting paper. See you tomorrow, when I apologize to the free Tibet movement.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Floor Sanding, Poland and Sanjeev
Well, I hope you are feeling fine..
Today was the typical sort of Sunday I usually experience. I got up and went to church an hour early to practice with the old folks group. Many of them appeared to be absent. I brought the Cumbus, and realized that I need to get it re fretted as soon as possible, because it is an odd thing for me to play a fretless instrument.. Playing a fretless instrument is sort of like freedom without responsibility, or working all your life and realizing on your first day of retirement that you have nothing to do. Frets are my buddies, and without them I am lost.. Wow, those were really crappy analogies..
Well anyway, when I got home from church, I found plenty of yard work waiting for me. It is weird but I actually enjoy work, just not the feeling of inevitability that leads up to it.. Currently my dad is set on demolishing a fence that our old neighbors built on our side of the property line before we moved and I suppose it has been a proverbial thorn in his side as a property owner.
I had no plans for how to spend the rest of the day and I really did not feel like playing football and so I read quietly, enjoying the fine weather. I ended up finishing the Indiana Jones novel I had been ashamedly reading, only to find out that his whole mad adventure to the underworld had been some sort of mad LSD trip..
Anyway, my sister never learned to ride a bike. It is therefor the duty of us in the Casey household who have already learned to teach her. Every few hours for the last few days, my mom, brother or myself have walked with her to the Monadnock Covenant Church at the end of our road to watch her ride around the parking lot. It is the sort of trip that I do not enjoy, and today was no exception. I also ended up having to be the over protective brother today, when one of the sister's school mates who seems intent on making her life miserable pulled up alongside us on our walk home. Well, long story short, I do not like when people are unfriendly towards those in my care, and the offending child's parent no doubt realised this. Italianitis strikes again..
After receiving congratulations from my parents for the aforementioned events, I hooked up a microphone to a bass amp, to see what my cumbus would sound like amplified.. Unfortunately the answer is out of tune with penty of feedback. I then practiced for the upcoming benefit concert that I alluded to in a previous post and that was mentioned in the Sentinel today.
My dad later took us out to eat at Uno's, which was delicious.. am now realizing that it is chest hair season and that I need more gold.. See you soon, and have a great week.
Today was the typical sort of Sunday I usually experience. I got up and went to church an hour early to practice with the old folks group. Many of them appeared to be absent. I brought the Cumbus, and realized that I need to get it re fretted as soon as possible, because it is an odd thing for me to play a fretless instrument.. Playing a fretless instrument is sort of like freedom without responsibility, or working all your life and realizing on your first day of retirement that you have nothing to do. Frets are my buddies, and without them I am lost.. Wow, those were really crappy analogies..
Well anyway, when I got home from church, I found plenty of yard work waiting for me. It is weird but I actually enjoy work, just not the feeling of inevitability that leads up to it.. Currently my dad is set on demolishing a fence that our old neighbors built on our side of the property line before we moved and I suppose it has been a proverbial thorn in his side as a property owner.
I had no plans for how to spend the rest of the day and I really did not feel like playing football and so I read quietly, enjoying the fine weather. I ended up finishing the Indiana Jones novel I had been ashamedly reading, only to find out that his whole mad adventure to the underworld had been some sort of mad LSD trip..
Anyway, my sister never learned to ride a bike. It is therefor the duty of us in the Casey household who have already learned to teach her. Every few hours for the last few days, my mom, brother or myself have walked with her to the Monadnock Covenant Church at the end of our road to watch her ride around the parking lot. It is the sort of trip that I do not enjoy, and today was no exception. I also ended up having to be the over protective brother today, when one of the sister's school mates who seems intent on making her life miserable pulled up alongside us on our walk home. Well, long story short, I do not like when people are unfriendly towards those in my care, and the offending child's parent no doubt realised this. Italianitis strikes again..
After receiving congratulations from my parents for the aforementioned events, I hooked up a microphone to a bass amp, to see what my cumbus would sound like amplified.. Unfortunately the answer is out of tune with penty of feedback. I then practiced for the upcoming benefit concert that I alluded to in a previous post and that was mentioned in the Sentinel today.
My dad later took us out to eat at Uno's, which was delicious.. am now realizing that it is chest hair season and that I need more gold.. See you soon, and have a great week.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Pinatas, Bacciagalupe's and Woodwork
Today I woke up at a respectable hour; detached the neck of my new cumbus from its body and went into the garage to butcher it.. I spent the better part of 2 hours removing the frets and sanding the fingerboard. When I was finished, I had a fret less mandolin cumbus. The reason that I had undertaken this activity was because the person who had originally installed the frets was either drunk or watching TV at the time.. Such activities when fretting an instrument invariably lead to it playing out of tune.. Actually the reason for the awful fretting was probably more due to cultural differences than alcoholism. You see, the Turkish company who made the instrument do not usually make instruments with frets, as Turkish instruments either don't have them or have adjustable nylon ones. Thus it was probably too much to expect that my frets would be perfect. Still, I love the little thing and I am going to play it in church tomorrow and see if it fits in with my group.
On an unrelated note, I think that there are a lot of philosophical and physiological benefits to Southern style low and slow BBQ. I will tell you why.
1, Preparation.. You must prepare the meat properly.. I recommend salt pepper, garlic powder and vinegar inside an aluminium foil covering. This reminds you that before starting out on any venture, you should properly prepare..
2, Restraint... While the meat is cooking, you must not lift the lid of your cooking apparatus unnecessarily, or you will lose essential heat. During the cooking process, you may want to apply sauces to the meat. I recommend mustard and honey. It is very important that you do not put your face too close, as cooking meat has a habit of spraying you. This stage should teach you that avoiding temptation is a necessary part of the cooking, or almost any other process.
3, Enjoyment of ones hard labors.... After 5 or more hours of restraint, you are now ready to reap the fruits of your labors. Tucking into delicious pig should teach you that the best things are worth waiting for and that who needs a microwave when you have charcoal and 6 hours to spare?
Anyway, I hope you are doing very well, and that you enjoy the rest of your weekend.. That's all from me for now... stay tuned!!
On an unrelated note, I think that there are a lot of philosophical and physiological benefits to Southern style low and slow BBQ. I will tell you why.
1, Preparation.. You must prepare the meat properly.. I recommend salt pepper, garlic powder and vinegar inside an aluminium foil covering. This reminds you that before starting out on any venture, you should properly prepare..
2, Restraint... While the meat is cooking, you must not lift the lid of your cooking apparatus unnecessarily, or you will lose essential heat. During the cooking process, you may want to apply sauces to the meat. I recommend mustard and honey. It is very important that you do not put your face too close, as cooking meat has a habit of spraying you. This stage should teach you that avoiding temptation is a necessary part of the cooking, or almost any other process.
3, Enjoyment of ones hard labors.... After 5 or more hours of restraint, you are now ready to reap the fruits of your labors. Tucking into delicious pig should teach you that the best things are worth waiting for and that who needs a microwave when you have charcoal and 6 hours to spare?
Anyway, I hope you are doing very well, and that you enjoy the rest of your weekend.. That's all from me for now... stay tuned!!
Friday, April 18, 2008
Gletscher, Gumby and Bentleys Roast Beef.
I hope everyone is doing very well and that sort of stuff..
It is as I write this about 9 on Friday. I would like to tell you that I am about to leave the house to go on some sort of mad adventure and be richer for the experience tomorrow. Sadly, this is not the case. I am now sitting at the computer and wondering why I have become such an old lady. My family has also noticed this trend in my social life, and have encouraged me to spend more time with other people. I however often make the excuse that I am far too tired, in order to avoid the subject that many of the people I used to spend time with now chose to spend their Friday nights engaging in behavior that I do not approve of.
On a subject that slightly deviates from my over all lameness, my cumbus arrived today. It is awesome. I had quite a busy day with many errands to run, but every second that I was at home, I had my ear to the ground listening for the destinctive sound of the UPS truck. When The guy arrived at around 6:30, he handed me a large box, which was extraordinarily light. Inside it I found the necessary paperwork for returning my cura, as well as a smaller box about the size of a large shoe box. When I had cut through many layers of bubble wrap, I found an instrument smaller than my ukulele. It turns out that this thing is awesome, and after I had tuned it up and let the strings set in for a while, I played it. It was very loud and sounded nice. I would talk more about how awesome the thing is, but really you don't care, and I do not like to dwell on any one area of awesomeness for too long.
Well anyway, this weekend I have a hole in our siding to repair, a front door to help replace as well as a paper I have to bully myself into writing. Tomorrow, possibly some football in the park. Tonight, a quiet read of a book or two as well as some IMing and Cumbusing. See you soon, I do hope you enjoy the rest of the week and the one that based on my prediction will directly follow.
It is as I write this about 9 on Friday. I would like to tell you that I am about to leave the house to go on some sort of mad adventure and be richer for the experience tomorrow. Sadly, this is not the case. I am now sitting at the computer and wondering why I have become such an old lady. My family has also noticed this trend in my social life, and have encouraged me to spend more time with other people. I however often make the excuse that I am far too tired, in order to avoid the subject that many of the people I used to spend time with now chose to spend their Friday nights engaging in behavior that I do not approve of.
On a subject that slightly deviates from my over all lameness, my cumbus arrived today. It is awesome. I had quite a busy day with many errands to run, but every second that I was at home, I had my ear to the ground listening for the destinctive sound of the UPS truck. When The guy arrived at around 6:30, he handed me a large box, which was extraordinarily light. Inside it I found the necessary paperwork for returning my cura, as well as a smaller box about the size of a large shoe box. When I had cut through many layers of bubble wrap, I found an instrument smaller than my ukulele. It turns out that this thing is awesome, and after I had tuned it up and let the strings set in for a while, I played it. It was very loud and sounded nice. I would talk more about how awesome the thing is, but really you don't care, and I do not like to dwell on any one area of awesomeness for too long.
Well anyway, this weekend I have a hole in our siding to repair, a front door to help replace as well as a paper I have to bully myself into writing. Tomorrow, possibly some football in the park. Tonight, a quiet read of a book or two as well as some IMing and Cumbusing. See you soon, I do hope you enjoy the rest of the week and the one that based on my prediction will directly follow.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Cura, Seafood and Salt
Glad to have you join us on this fine evening.
Yesterday, my dad hired some people to cut down some dead trees that were threatening the Casey house. When I arrived back home after a day of higher education, I found a cherry picker blocking the driveway. I made an impressive climb up the front lawn with the aid of the little red Caseycopter, and soon found that I would be directing traffic. I stood out in the road and held up two state troopers... They did not seem to appreciate this, but it was all for the best as two large pines crashed down inches from where they would be driving. It is always fun to watch heavy things falling.
Oh hey, last night was wierd. I did lots of writing, lots of deleting and lots of re- writing. I also read through the transcript of a meeting which took place at the old school house yesterday, which amused me to no end. The writing was not fun, but I do seem to get a great sense of satisfaction upon completing this sort of activity. When I arrived in class at noon today, I found that I need not have bothered with the deleting or re- writing. We were peer editing papers, and I found to my surprise that the work of my peers was well.... Surprising. After reading papers that my 10 yr old sister could have done a far better job on, I retired to the old school house to pick up my brother and return a Chesterton anthology.
Upon returning home, I did not do any work, which was fun.. I also applied at 711.
I hope you had an interesting day. I am excited, because the Cumbus should be here tomorrow and I like playing music.
I think that it is time for another book segment. Yesterday, I was digging through the books in our basement looking for something to read. I happened upon an old Indiana Jones novel about Indiana Jones discovering a secret world inside the core of the earth. I am ashamed to say that I started reading it, and have not been able to put the thing down. It is really interesting, but sadly whenever the plot gets really facinating, some sort of witch shows up, or the devil or some kind of fairy.
As I said earlier, I returned a Chesterton anthology today (thank you Elizabeth.) I can honestly say that it is one of the few books which has changed the way I think. Not only was Chesterton an amazing theological sort of guy, but he also, like so many of my favorite comedians points out the simple things in life and puts an angle to them that we have all thought about, yet never thought of expressing in any way. Well, that is enough about the Chest, because not talking about myself is getting awkward.....
Anyway, about me... As I have said, my birthday is coming up. I have never been one for birthday parties. I will attend other peoples, but I do not like them for myself. This probably has more to do with my general shyness and superstition than anything else, and save for this blog, I do not really like things focused on me. This does not mean that I do not enjoy attention, in fact anything but. I however do not like the general Idea of birthdays. My plans for this birthday are simple. I am going to follow the Middle Eastern custom and get my mom flowers, before going to my classes. When I get home, I am going to BBQ, before going to bed incase the Evil eye comes looking for me...... Creepy ha? Well, stay tuned...
Yesterday, my dad hired some people to cut down some dead trees that were threatening the Casey house. When I arrived back home after a day of higher education, I found a cherry picker blocking the driveway. I made an impressive climb up the front lawn with the aid of the little red Caseycopter, and soon found that I would be directing traffic. I stood out in the road and held up two state troopers... They did not seem to appreciate this, but it was all for the best as two large pines crashed down inches from where they would be driving. It is always fun to watch heavy things falling.
Oh hey, last night was wierd. I did lots of writing, lots of deleting and lots of re- writing. I also read through the transcript of a meeting which took place at the old school house yesterday, which amused me to no end. The writing was not fun, but I do seem to get a great sense of satisfaction upon completing this sort of activity. When I arrived in class at noon today, I found that I need not have bothered with the deleting or re- writing. We were peer editing papers, and I found to my surprise that the work of my peers was well.... Surprising. After reading papers that my 10 yr old sister could have done a far better job on, I retired to the old school house to pick up my brother and return a Chesterton anthology.
Upon returning home, I did not do any work, which was fun.. I also applied at 711.
I hope you had an interesting day. I am excited, because the Cumbus should be here tomorrow and I like playing music.
I think that it is time for another book segment. Yesterday, I was digging through the books in our basement looking for something to read. I happened upon an old Indiana Jones novel about Indiana Jones discovering a secret world inside the core of the earth. I am ashamed to say that I started reading it, and have not been able to put the thing down. It is really interesting, but sadly whenever the plot gets really facinating, some sort of witch shows up, or the devil or some kind of fairy.
As I said earlier, I returned a Chesterton anthology today (thank you Elizabeth.) I can honestly say that it is one of the few books which has changed the way I think. Not only was Chesterton an amazing theological sort of guy, but he also, like so many of my favorite comedians points out the simple things in life and puts an angle to them that we have all thought about, yet never thought of expressing in any way. Well, that is enough about the Chest, because not talking about myself is getting awkward.....
Anyway, about me... As I have said, my birthday is coming up. I have never been one for birthday parties. I will attend other peoples, but I do not like them for myself. This probably has more to do with my general shyness and superstition than anything else, and save for this blog, I do not really like things focused on me. This does not mean that I do not enjoy attention, in fact anything but. I however do not like the general Idea of birthdays. My plans for this birthday are simple. I am going to follow the Middle Eastern custom and get my mom flowers, before going to my classes. When I get home, I am going to BBQ, before going to bed incase the Evil eye comes looking for me...... Creepy ha? Well, stay tuned...
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Antoneddu, Aqua Velva and Arizona
Well, here we are all over again. I just shot an arrow through a fence post and I really could not tell you why.
It is Wednesday, and Wednesday it will stay for a few more hours. I have been working on paper all week that I have due in tomorrow and if I can bust out 3 single spaced pages tonight, that would be just swell.
Well indeed, I have been busy of late. I do not know if you have noticed, but I have a slightly awkward way of writing... A way of writing that got me into trouble, by which I mean one of my professors took a quick look at some of my work and instantly assured me that it was pure plagarism. I was quite sure it was not, and I am the one who should know because I was watching me and I didn't do it.
So anyway, I just realised that I will be 19 in one week, a thought that seems slightly scary. I plan not to live in my parents house at age 21, something that my mom is probably not very pleased about, yet my father will no doubt be jumping for joy when it happens. Whether joining the military or working a full time as a floor sander as well as parent- paid college, I do plan to make it happen. If you are still reading, and you are, then let me tell you that this urge to leave does not come from the "I hate my mom and I just wanna sk8" school of thought, but rather from the "Your an adult, now start acting like one" institute of advanced teenage studies. Of course the really adult thing to do would be to leech of my parents for as long as possible, as per my mom's family but however immature it may be, I believe that I am now on a quest, not for dignity, but for the hardships and responsiblities that come with being an adult.
Of course there are two other sides to this internal argument: The side that says that I should not try to grow up too fast, which I happen to believe that I am handling well enough, and of course the side that says I should be working on a paper.
When I was in highschool, which I will miss dropping by to visit, I had to write a post grad portfolio. Mine was a 3 scentence affair, that read something like "Berklee School of Music or bust!!" Of course that did not happen... My point is that I re-opened the document, and have started looking at exactly how hard I am going to make life for myself, and what would be the least painful way of doing this. Of course, I could have a sudden burst of Itailianitis, and decide to move to the basement until I am 30... But hopefully not. We will see how the thought process goes..
Well anyway, I got a letter from the State of Vermont today with money inside.. That was nice of them...
Well, I have a paper to write, and you have a ukulele to go out and buy so see ya..
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Salamanca, Sunkist and Students.
It has been a very nice day indeed..
This morning, I finished work that needed to be done for my class. It was easy, and so I played mandolin for a while. Last night I also played mandolin. I found out that next week, I will be going to a dress rehearsal at Keene High, wearing a red shirt and black pants. We had an interesting practice, and more people showed up with strange instruments. There was a baritone ukulele and a tenor banjo as well as the usual assortment of guitars.
Anyway, I ended up going to my class on time. I learned that my teacher could not possibly be more passive aggressive, and that I was very tired. Very interesting... I left an hour later, to find that the Cumbus I had ordered for my birthday, with my dads credit card and permission had arrived. We opened the box to see if everything was in order, and it was not. I had ordered the $100 mandolin version and instead of this they had sent me a $300 bowed cura. I called the sender to ask why I had been given an upgrade, and to request that they send my original order instead. I sorted everything out, and found out that I am allowed to keep the cura, at least until I get my mandolin. I played the cura for a while, which was very interesting and apparently very hard to listen to. Still, as the instrument shares the same basic design with the one I ordered, it gave me a chance to see what I will be getting.
Indeed. I went shopping for food, picked up Ian and played mandolin for a while, generally putting off a paper I have to write. It is a wonderful afternoon, and so I went outside to enjoy it.. I just finished marinating chicken in garlic, parsley and other things and I am now going outside to cook it.
Tomorrow I will tell you more about cool stuff, as well as about some interesting relevant issues, like books I am reading and how I will not ever be converting to Islam.
This morning, I finished work that needed to be done for my class. It was easy, and so I played mandolin for a while. Last night I also played mandolin. I found out that next week, I will be going to a dress rehearsal at Keene High, wearing a red shirt and black pants. We had an interesting practice, and more people showed up with strange instruments. There was a baritone ukulele and a tenor banjo as well as the usual assortment of guitars.
Anyway, I ended up going to my class on time. I learned that my teacher could not possibly be more passive aggressive, and that I was very tired. Very interesting... I left an hour later, to find that the Cumbus I had ordered for my birthday, with my dads credit card and permission had arrived. We opened the box to see if everything was in order, and it was not. I had ordered the $100 mandolin version and instead of this they had sent me a $300 bowed cura. I called the sender to ask why I had been given an upgrade, and to request that they send my original order instead. I sorted everything out, and found out that I am allowed to keep the cura, at least until I get my mandolin. I played the cura for a while, which was very interesting and apparently very hard to listen to. Still, as the instrument shares the same basic design with the one I ordered, it gave me a chance to see what I will be getting.
Indeed. I went shopping for food, picked up Ian and played mandolin for a while, generally putting off a paper I have to write. It is a wonderful afternoon, and so I went outside to enjoy it.. I just finished marinating chicken in garlic, parsley and other things and I am now going outside to cook it.
Tomorrow I will tell you more about cool stuff, as well as about some interesting relevant issues, like books I am reading and how I will not ever be converting to Islam.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sling, Talc and Canticles
I hope you are all doing well.
Today was Monday. I know this because yesterday was Sunday and the days of the week are pretty fixed these days. It was the usual sort of Monday. I awakened at the times of 6:45, 7:00 and 7:15, and again at 7:30. I hurriedly made myself smell wonderful, before heading to my first class.
When I arrived 5 minutes late, I saw that we would be watching a movie. It was about slavery. I learned something I already knew, which was that slavery sucks. A lot. It did made me think however, of how I would deal with being a slave or a slave owner, and the answer to both is not very well.
After this examination of conscience, I went to my second class. As I entered the door, I had a shirt thrown at me with " Badabings" on the front, and my last name on the back. I found out that my group had in my absence been named Badabings, and that my last name is Casey. The class was interesting as it usually is and was about Balkan music. I learned that people in the Balkans look like me and have excessive body hair. Perhaps some of my ancestors were from Montenegro, or some other former Yugoslav territory.
After a self examination of my increasingly Balkaning underarms, I went home to do some last minute studying for my Spanish exam. I had lunch, which was delicious and went outside to trow stones into the woods with the help of my newly discovered ancient weapon, which was actually far more fun than it sounds.
After a look at the unpleasant scarring the weapon had left on my hand, I went to my Spanish exam. It was not as hard as I thought it would be, but there were areas I had failed to study properly for. It was soon over, and so I went to pick up Ian. When I arrived, I found that some people like to make silly choices. I was also deputized by my former teacher, and the one who carries a baseball bat around. I soon left, and here I am. I would tell you about what has happened since, but it will soon be feeding time, after which I have to go out and play "if I had a hammer" for an hour or two with Beth Guion. C ya. Oh, I also applied to be a paper boy, as well as finding out that my checking account is overdrawn.
Today was Monday. I know this because yesterday was Sunday and the days of the week are pretty fixed these days. It was the usual sort of Monday. I awakened at the times of 6:45, 7:00 and 7:15, and again at 7:30. I hurriedly made myself smell wonderful, before heading to my first class.
When I arrived 5 minutes late, I saw that we would be watching a movie. It was about slavery. I learned something I already knew, which was that slavery sucks. A lot. It did made me think however, of how I would deal with being a slave or a slave owner, and the answer to both is not very well.
After this examination of conscience, I went to my second class. As I entered the door, I had a shirt thrown at me with " Badabings" on the front, and my last name on the back. I found out that my group had in my absence been named Badabings, and that my last name is Casey. The class was interesting as it usually is and was about Balkan music. I learned that people in the Balkans look like me and have excessive body hair. Perhaps some of my ancestors were from Montenegro, or some other former Yugoslav territory.
After a self examination of my increasingly Balkaning underarms, I went home to do some last minute studying for my Spanish exam. I had lunch, which was delicious and went outside to trow stones into the woods with the help of my newly discovered ancient weapon, which was actually far more fun than it sounds.
After a look at the unpleasant scarring the weapon had left on my hand, I went to my Spanish exam. It was not as hard as I thought it would be, but there were areas I had failed to study properly for. It was soon over, and so I went to pick up Ian. When I arrived, I found that some people like to make silly choices. I was also deputized by my former teacher, and the one who carries a baseball bat around. I soon left, and here I am. I would tell you about what has happened since, but it will soon be feeding time, after which I have to go out and play "if I had a hammer" for an hour or two with Beth Guion. C ya. Oh, I also applied to be a paper boy, as well as finding out that my checking account is overdrawn.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Ninna, Nanna and Hawaii
Today was the sort of day when you realize that having a full lidless foam coffee cup in a car with no suspension is not the best idea to hit the shelves at your local blockbuster....hhhhhh. Oh dear. Not a good start....
I am here with almost nothing at all to say, but that is OK. It is sort of like not knowing anything about politics, religion or Spongebob, yet still having strong opinion about all three, and that is what I would like to talk to you about. Where do our opinions come from? Where does the need to form opinions come from? Is it wrong to have opinions?
I do not know about you, but it seems to me that in our world today expressing any strong opinion about absolutely anything is seen negatively, sometimes for no reason save that an opinion was expressed . People do not seem to want to make their voices heard, and would rather be perceived as ignorant than opinionated. I associate this attitude with the sound of untied shoes shuffling slowly down a polished marble floor.... Don't ask why because I could not tell you, but isn't it better to say something wrong than to say nothing?... I suppose it depends on who and where you are..
Wow, no idea where I was going with that.. I just did not want it to descend into another boring description about my day, or a rant about those evil Tibetans with their motorcycles and cocaine.. Never the less, we are moving in one of those directions very quickly.
So yeah, today I made a device that can trow rocks hundreds of feet.. I don't know why, but it was awesome as I was doing it. I also found out that I have to wear a purple shirt tomorrow, and that WD40 and silicone spray fumes do not smell very nice in a small car. I also realised that this is the lamest post ever, and that you should check back tomorrow.
I am here with almost nothing at all to say, but that is OK. It is sort of like not knowing anything about politics, religion or Spongebob, yet still having strong opinion about all three, and that is what I would like to talk to you about. Where do our opinions come from? Where does the need to form opinions come from? Is it wrong to have opinions?
I do not know about you, but it seems to me that in our world today expressing any strong opinion about absolutely anything is seen negatively, sometimes for no reason save that an opinion was expressed . People do not seem to want to make their voices heard, and would rather be perceived as ignorant than opinionated. I associate this attitude with the sound of untied shoes shuffling slowly down a polished marble floor.... Don't ask why because I could not tell you, but isn't it better to say something wrong than to say nothing?... I suppose it depends on who and where you are..
Wow, no idea where I was going with that.. I just did not want it to descend into another boring description about my day, or a rant about those evil Tibetans with their motorcycles and cocaine.. Never the less, we are moving in one of those directions very quickly.
So yeah, today I made a device that can trow rocks hundreds of feet.. I don't know why, but it was awesome as I was doing it. I also found out that I have to wear a purple shirt tomorrow, and that WD40 and silicone spray fumes do not smell very nice in a small car. I also realised that this is the lamest post ever, and that you should check back tomorrow.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Obsidian, Damascus and the Sun
So, just droppin' by to check in with y'all. Just hangin' out here in front of the computer..
I did end up going out last night, but that is a different story for another time. However, it did effect the time I went to sleep, which was quite late this morning. I managed to roll onto the floor off the two mattresses I sleep on around 10 am. around this time, I decided that I should go to the bank and see why my card has not been working, however when I absent mindedly used it to buy a pack of gum and a vitamin water on the way to the bank, it appeared that the whole effort had been in vain. I did see the walk a mile in her shoes march.. I did not know that so many men in Keene were so comfortable in high heels, but it was for a good cause and I talked to lots of people.
when I got home, I did some yard work. The one thing I learned from this is that it is that it is time to break out the Gold Bond. Feel the tingle baby... But anyway, time for another current events observation...hhhhh..Scroll down...
I have been watching the news lately, and I have seen many things. One thing that has grabbed my attention of late has been the protests surrounding the Olympic torch. I used to think that the Chinese giving up Tibet and giving it to the Dalai Lama would be a good thing, because of course China brutally invaded the small sovereign nation back in the 5O's.. You may or may not agree with me. If you may, then what I am about to say may be annoying..
One of our esteemed presidential candidates recently stated president Bush should boycott the Olympics and that he should begin talking to the Dalai Lama.
This confuses me for one big reason, and that is because before the Chinese invasion, Tibet was a theocratic dictatorship and Its citizens had no rights what so ever. It was ruled by a priest class, who had the power of life and death over their people. This sounds nothing like the peace loving Dalai Lama of today, and granted I got this information from the same source that called Gandhi a pedophile and mother Theresa a cold blooded killer, but that does not change the fact that a system of leadership existed that was not all that different from the regimes of the Middle East today.
The freedom to choose our own leaders is one of the basic principles of liberty, and if China today were to give the Dalai Lama back his land at the request of the United States, would we not be denying one of our most basic rights to millions of people?.. Besides, It has been well over 50 years since the annexation of Tibet.. New generations have been born and raised, and are now far more diverse religiously than we are often led to believe, while only being allowed to dream of possessing the freedoms we have. My point is that we should not insist upon the re imposition of an unelected religious leader, whatever his intentions may be...
If you are a Tibetan Buddhist reading this, and chances are that you are not.... I would ask you to look at it from the point of view of a Catholic.. Would it really be fair to all the people of Europe if you were to insist upon the return of the lands of the Holy Roman Empire to the pope? No.. Not really..
Well that is all, As you can see... I do not like research or facts, but I would not have it any other way. Enjoy your Barley.
I did end up going out last night, but that is a different story for another time. However, it did effect the time I went to sleep, which was quite late this morning. I managed to roll onto the floor off the two mattresses I sleep on around 10 am. around this time, I decided that I should go to the bank and see why my card has not been working, however when I absent mindedly used it to buy a pack of gum and a vitamin water on the way to the bank, it appeared that the whole effort had been in vain. I did see the walk a mile in her shoes march.. I did not know that so many men in Keene were so comfortable in high heels, but it was for a good cause and I talked to lots of people.
when I got home, I did some yard work. The one thing I learned from this is that it is that it is time to break out the Gold Bond. Feel the tingle baby... But anyway, time for another current events observation...hhhhh..Scroll down...
I have been watching the news lately, and I have seen many things. One thing that has grabbed my attention of late has been the protests surrounding the Olympic torch. I used to think that the Chinese giving up Tibet and giving it to the Dalai Lama would be a good thing, because of course China brutally invaded the small sovereign nation back in the 5O's.. You may or may not agree with me. If you may, then what I am about to say may be annoying..
One of our esteemed presidential candidates recently stated president Bush should boycott the Olympics and that he should begin talking to the Dalai Lama.
This confuses me for one big reason, and that is because before the Chinese invasion, Tibet was a theocratic dictatorship and Its citizens had no rights what so ever. It was ruled by a priest class, who had the power of life and death over their people. This sounds nothing like the peace loving Dalai Lama of today, and granted I got this information from the same source that called Gandhi a pedophile and mother Theresa a cold blooded killer, but that does not change the fact that a system of leadership existed that was not all that different from the regimes of the Middle East today.
The freedom to choose our own leaders is one of the basic principles of liberty, and if China today were to give the Dalai Lama back his land at the request of the United States, would we not be denying one of our most basic rights to millions of people?.. Besides, It has been well over 50 years since the annexation of Tibet.. New generations have been born and raised, and are now far more diverse religiously than we are often led to believe, while only being allowed to dream of possessing the freedoms we have. My point is that we should not insist upon the re imposition of an unelected religious leader, whatever his intentions may be...
If you are a Tibetan Buddhist reading this, and chances are that you are not.... I would ask you to look at it from the point of view of a Catholic.. Would it really be fair to all the people of Europe if you were to insist upon the return of the lands of the Holy Roman Empire to the pope? No.. Not really..
Well that is all, As you can see... I do not like research or facts, but I would not have it any other way. Enjoy your Barley.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Coffee, Cigars and Oranges
Oh hey, how are you doing? I am fine. It is Friday, and I do not have anything to do. I am the most lame college student ever.
I did not sleep very well last night and had some very weird dreams, ending up on the floor at several points with some pains in my back to remind me, in case I later forgot. I ended up sleeping until 10, which by some coincidence was the exact time when my first class began. I hurriedly made myself smell nice and my ukulele and I made our way to class. When I arrived, I found that I was the only one there. I searched for my group, and eventually found them in a creepy little practice room that was perfect for Nate Hardy dancing. I am the only male in my group, and maybe this is a stereotype, but I happen not to like being in the middle of the female gossip and when I found out that uniform purple shirts were already in production for our final performance, I was not best pleased. The pan pipes we made last Sunday seemed to work just fine though, and after an hour we had some sort of musical concoction brewing. It was overall a satisfactory activity.
After my class, I went to pick classes. I suggested management as a possible major, and so I am taking management 101, Brazilian music, and geography 101. I still have one more to choose, but it has to be on Thursday morning between the hours of 8 and 12. Anyway, I also found out that I had gotten the credit from the continuing ed program that I failed in high school, so I am one class up from where I would otherwise have been.
Anyway.. What else.... Indeed, why not a section about books to make myself seem intelligent?
If you are ever in a book store and you see any of the works of the French author Voltaire, I would advise you strongly against buying them. Not only was Voltaire French, but he also wrote some pretty miserable books. It seems, and some might call his work brilliant because apparently he was trying to give examples of how ultimately Optimism is stupid, and other such ideas of the enlightenment thinkers, but too me his work is mildly unpleasant. If some books are French and all books are books, then all books must be bad.... And French. However, it would seem that not all books are bad, and my recent experience with a G.K. Chesterton anthology proved this, at least to me. How could someone who lived before some bastard invented saturated fats and cholesterol, write in such a way that would still be funny and relevant today?
Well, It is time to say goodbye, but before I do I would like to tell you how fun clearing brush with a machete can be, which is mildly pleasant for the first few minutes. After that, your chopping arm cramps up and makes it hard to play the ukulele.
Have a wonderful evening on the best of all possible Friday the 11th's..
I did not sleep very well last night and had some very weird dreams, ending up on the floor at several points with some pains in my back to remind me, in case I later forgot. I ended up sleeping until 10, which by some coincidence was the exact time when my first class began. I hurriedly made myself smell nice and my ukulele and I made our way to class. When I arrived, I found that I was the only one there. I searched for my group, and eventually found them in a creepy little practice room that was perfect for Nate Hardy dancing. I am the only male in my group, and maybe this is a stereotype, but I happen not to like being in the middle of the female gossip and when I found out that uniform purple shirts were already in production for our final performance, I was not best pleased. The pan pipes we made last Sunday seemed to work just fine though, and after an hour we had some sort of musical concoction brewing. It was overall a satisfactory activity.
After my class, I went to pick classes. I suggested management as a possible major, and so I am taking management 101, Brazilian music, and geography 101. I still have one more to choose, but it has to be on Thursday morning between the hours of 8 and 12. Anyway, I also found out that I had gotten the credit from the continuing ed program that I failed in high school, so I am one class up from where I would otherwise have been.
Anyway.. What else.... Indeed, why not a section about books to make myself seem intelligent?
If you are ever in a book store and you see any of the works of the French author Voltaire, I would advise you strongly against buying them. Not only was Voltaire French, but he also wrote some pretty miserable books. It seems, and some might call his work brilliant because apparently he was trying to give examples of how ultimately Optimism is stupid, and other such ideas of the enlightenment thinkers, but too me his work is mildly unpleasant. If some books are French and all books are books, then all books must be bad.... And French. However, it would seem that not all books are bad, and my recent experience with a G.K. Chesterton anthology proved this, at least to me. How could someone who lived before some bastard invented saturated fats and cholesterol, write in such a way that would still be funny and relevant today?
Well, It is time to say goodbye, but before I do I would like to tell you how fun clearing brush with a machete can be, which is mildly pleasant for the first few minutes. After that, your chopping arm cramps up and makes it hard to play the ukulele.
Have a wonderful evening on the best of all possible Friday the 11th's..
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Rubber, Sand and America
Oh hey, Is it time to check in again already?
Last night I was out playing Catholic music. The only reason I bring this up is because as I was leaving, I heard the sound of people singing some sort of jazz number with clarinets emanating from the church. As this is not a usual part of what goes on in Catholic churches, I went to investigate. It turned out to be Keen Chorale... But that was not a big surprise. What was a big surprise was when I poked my head in the door and saw David Guion sprawled across the pews playing with his computer.
Anyway, this morning was the usual sort of morning that I have come to expect. Years of practice have given me the ability to discern morning from afternoon and afternoon from evening. After putting these skills into practice, I had coffee and took my brother to school. It was a nice day and so I decided that it would finally be appropriate to bust out the Hawaiian shirts. After I had donned such a garment, and put on extra cologne to mask the musty smell of shirts that have been in a closet too long, I looked at the work I had done the night before and printed it off.
When I arrived in class, we were again in small groups. I got a piece of paper back from the KCS writing center that generally described what I had talked about in my meeting with Charlie. It was quite complimentary of my writing style, but there were some negative points. My professor had taken special care to underline these for me in case I somehow missed them. She was however quite pleased with the rough draft of my paper, and seemed happy that I did not make any excuses for why it was late.
Anyway. Tonight, I am not going to do any homework at all and I am going to put all my books out of site. I plan to go to sleep around 8, as I am very tired from a night of annotating bibliographies, citing sources and watching David Guion desecrate my place of worship with World of Warcraft.
Well, in a few minutes I am going to start the BBQ, as it is a lovely day. C ya sune.
Last night I was out playing Catholic music. The only reason I bring this up is because as I was leaving, I heard the sound of people singing some sort of jazz number with clarinets emanating from the church. As this is not a usual part of what goes on in Catholic churches, I went to investigate. It turned out to be Keen Chorale... But that was not a big surprise. What was a big surprise was when I poked my head in the door and saw David Guion sprawled across the pews playing with his computer.
Anyway, this morning was the usual sort of morning that I have come to expect. Years of practice have given me the ability to discern morning from afternoon and afternoon from evening. After putting these skills into practice, I had coffee and took my brother to school. It was a nice day and so I decided that it would finally be appropriate to bust out the Hawaiian shirts. After I had donned such a garment, and put on extra cologne to mask the musty smell of shirts that have been in a closet too long, I looked at the work I had done the night before and printed it off.
When I arrived in class, we were again in small groups. I got a piece of paper back from the KCS writing center that generally described what I had talked about in my meeting with Charlie. It was quite complimentary of my writing style, but there were some negative points. My professor had taken special care to underline these for me in case I somehow missed them. She was however quite pleased with the rough draft of my paper, and seemed happy that I did not make any excuses for why it was late.
Anyway. Tonight, I am not going to do any homework at all and I am going to put all my books out of site. I plan to go to sleep around 8, as I am very tired from a night of annotating bibliographies, citing sources and watching David Guion desecrate my place of worship with World of Warcraft.
Well, in a few minutes I am going to start the BBQ, as it is a lovely day. C ya sune.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Strings, Books and Planes
So how you guys doin'? Pretty cool. Today my brother did something good in school.
Today I woke up at seven and went to class. It was interesting, because we were learning about the history of Texas and its annexation to the United States. I really enjoyed this, because without being horribly smug, it is one of the very few periods in American history that I know nothing about. That did not seem to smug actually. One thing I do not like about this class is that no one seems to answer questions. It could be that the class is very early, or just that no one pays attention in high school history classes but I repeatedly find myself to be the only one who will answer the simplest of questions. Something I really do not like talking about in these classes is politics. It is all very well to have political disagreements with people you already know and respect but when you are in a room full of strangers and all that they know about you are your political beliefs, and that you are creepy, it is not the most pleasant of situations.
Another thing that I do not enjoy talking about in my classes is religion. I do not particularly enjoy sharing my views on the subject with people I have never met, and doubtless they feel the same way. It is however very uncomfortable when you hear something from a professor that is blatantly untrue about some of your most deeply held beliefs. You feel it is your duty to correct them, but they are often not interested in what you have to say, and clearly the rest of the class is not either and are far more interested in sleeping or texting under the table.
Anyway, I greatly enjoyed my second class today. We had two guest musicians who play Balkan music. One played the violin, and the other the accordion. They gave a very interesting talk about the nature of their music, and gave many demonstrations. Usually I very much dislike the sound of the accordion, especially in Mexican Conjunto music but seeing an amazing player in person is a totally different matter. We had to dance too, which was the only low point of the class.
After studying some Spanish verbs, I went outside and cut a fallen dead tree apart with a machete, which was awesome. After this, I went to my class.
I feel that lately I have been telling you too much about my grandmother, but it is no understatement to say that she and my Spanish professor are the same person. By that I mean broken English, and an inability to explain things clearly. I found out that it is much better to go home after class and study the textbook, than to repeatedly ask questions in class for reasons I previously alluded to. I am very determined to get a good grade in our upcoming test.
I am now sitting at home and writing to you. Tonight I have my silly Irish paper to polish off after I get back from my elderly catholic musicians convention. See you tomorrow.
Today I woke up at seven and went to class. It was interesting, because we were learning about the history of Texas and its annexation to the United States. I really enjoyed this, because without being horribly smug, it is one of the very few periods in American history that I know nothing about. That did not seem to smug actually. One thing I do not like about this class is that no one seems to answer questions. It could be that the class is very early, or just that no one pays attention in high school history classes but I repeatedly find myself to be the only one who will answer the simplest of questions. Something I really do not like talking about in these classes is politics. It is all very well to have political disagreements with people you already know and respect but when you are in a room full of strangers and all that they know about you are your political beliefs, and that you are creepy, it is not the most pleasant of situations.
Another thing that I do not enjoy talking about in my classes is religion. I do not particularly enjoy sharing my views on the subject with people I have never met, and doubtless they feel the same way. It is however very uncomfortable when you hear something from a professor that is blatantly untrue about some of your most deeply held beliefs. You feel it is your duty to correct them, but they are often not interested in what you have to say, and clearly the rest of the class is not either and are far more interested in sleeping or texting under the table.
Anyway, I greatly enjoyed my second class today. We had two guest musicians who play Balkan music. One played the violin, and the other the accordion. They gave a very interesting talk about the nature of their music, and gave many demonstrations. Usually I very much dislike the sound of the accordion, especially in Mexican Conjunto music but seeing an amazing player in person is a totally different matter. We had to dance too, which was the only low point of the class.
After studying some Spanish verbs, I went outside and cut a fallen dead tree apart with a machete, which was awesome. After this, I went to my class.
I feel that lately I have been telling you too much about my grandmother, but it is no understatement to say that she and my Spanish professor are the same person. By that I mean broken English, and an inability to explain things clearly. I found out that it is much better to go home after class and study the textbook, than to repeatedly ask questions in class for reasons I previously alluded to. I am very determined to get a good grade in our upcoming test.
I am now sitting at home and writing to you. Tonight I have my silly Irish paper to polish off after I get back from my elderly catholic musicians convention. See you tomorrow.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Carrots, Paper and Tic Tacs
Oh hey, whats going on over there? Anything cool?
Last night, I was up very late indeed. I had to finish a paper I had due today. It was very hard to write, as it was not about anything I find remotely interesting and I had to cite sources extensively. I do not like sources...
Anyway, I woke up at 7 to take my brother to school, but I was told I did not have to and so I went back to sleep. When I got up, I printed off my paper and went to my class. I soon found that the class had since been divided into small groups, and that I had not been invited. My professor was not pleased at all with my paper, as it was 5 pages short and did not have a full bibliography. I do not like this class too much, and will never take another like it if that is possible.. With the exception of what you are now reading, I do not enjoy writing at all, but enough complaining for now. Both you and I have better things to do.
I spent most of the day studying for a Spanish exam, as I did very poorly in my last one and I would like to do better. It was not a very eventful day at all, and tonight I will be up late correcting my paper. I do not like papers.
I am now greatly looking forward to going to work this summer. How ever hard it can be, I much prefer manual labor to the sort where you have to think. There is something about mindless tasks that I enjoy, and of course they often build muscles and strengthen moral fibre. Something interesting is that I still do not know what I am working towards in college. I would very much like to follow in my fathers foot steps and run my own business, but when you have a severe lack of ideas for what goods or services your business will provide, it can perhaps be far more difficult than one would think. One can always think of ideas as I have done, and am doing. So far, the best I can come up with is making baseball bats on a lathe. Something else is making furniture, which I am able to do. I think that one skill I would very much like to have would be the fixing of musical instruments. I already know some of the basics, but I would very much like to find and take a class about this.
Well, it is indeed time for me to start coming up with some serious plans, so I will now leave you to re- read the illiterate scrawl you have just been presented with... Everything is better the second time, just like spaghetti....
Last night, I was up very late indeed. I had to finish a paper I had due today. It was very hard to write, as it was not about anything I find remotely interesting and I had to cite sources extensively. I do not like sources...
Anyway, I woke up at 7 to take my brother to school, but I was told I did not have to and so I went back to sleep. When I got up, I printed off my paper and went to my class. I soon found that the class had since been divided into small groups, and that I had not been invited. My professor was not pleased at all with my paper, as it was 5 pages short and did not have a full bibliography. I do not like this class too much, and will never take another like it if that is possible.. With the exception of what you are now reading, I do not enjoy writing at all, but enough complaining for now. Both you and I have better things to do.
I spent most of the day studying for a Spanish exam, as I did very poorly in my last one and I would like to do better. It was not a very eventful day at all, and tonight I will be up late correcting my paper. I do not like papers.
I am now greatly looking forward to going to work this summer. How ever hard it can be, I much prefer manual labor to the sort where you have to think. There is something about mindless tasks that I enjoy, and of course they often build muscles and strengthen moral fibre. Something interesting is that I still do not know what I am working towards in college. I would very much like to follow in my fathers foot steps and run my own business, but when you have a severe lack of ideas for what goods or services your business will provide, it can perhaps be far more difficult than one would think. One can always think of ideas as I have done, and am doing. So far, the best I can come up with is making baseball bats on a lathe. Something else is making furniture, which I am able to do. I think that one skill I would very much like to have would be the fixing of musical instruments. I already know some of the basics, but I would very much like to find and take a class about this.
Well, it is indeed time for me to start coming up with some serious plans, so I will now leave you to re- read the illiterate scrawl you have just been presented with... Everything is better the second time, just like spaghetti....
Monday, April 7, 2008
Corn, Popsickle and Rugby
Hey there. I am just sitting at the computer now, and taking a little break before I have to start work on a paper.
Today I woke up at 7, and after making myself smell nice I went to class. I noticed after I arrived that I was the only one there, and after checking with someone who knew, I found out that my class had been cancelled. Relieved, I went home and slept for an hour.
An hour later, I woke up, made myself smell nice and went to my second class. I did not bring my books or anything for that matter, save a ukulele as I thought we would be playing music. However, we were not playing music, but it was still a good and interesting class.
When I got home, I got a call from iMON telling me that we should chill, and so I drove to Richmond, and we played music and reminisced. It was a good time, and I left an hour later to go do homework for my next class, which I did. I left for class at 12:45 and got there on time. I handed in my homework, and informed my professor that I would have to leave early in order to collect Ian from school. The class was about the differece between por and para, and I left at 2:50 to meet up with iMON and drive to Surry. When we arrived, I found out that Ian had just left to go to Monadnock. After a little dancing, we left and I went back home, where I am right now.
I learned a few things today: that a lot of college kids think that Swanzey is the building behind Margaritas, that I should own more than one pair of shoes and strangely that seeing my good buddy iMON back at MC2 makes me realise just how glad I am to have graduated. I like that I am in college now, but I wish I knew more people there.. Thats all for today.
Today I woke up at 7, and after making myself smell nice I went to class. I noticed after I arrived that I was the only one there, and after checking with someone who knew, I found out that my class had been cancelled. Relieved, I went home and slept for an hour.
An hour later, I woke up, made myself smell nice and went to my second class. I did not bring my books or anything for that matter, save a ukulele as I thought we would be playing music. However, we were not playing music, but it was still a good and interesting class.
When I got home, I got a call from iMON telling me that we should chill, and so I drove to Richmond, and we played music and reminisced. It was a good time, and I left an hour later to go do homework for my next class, which I did. I left for class at 12:45 and got there on time. I handed in my homework, and informed my professor that I would have to leave early in order to collect Ian from school. The class was about the differece between por and para, and I left at 2:50 to meet up with iMON and drive to Surry. When we arrived, I found out that Ian had just left to go to Monadnock. After a little dancing, we left and I went back home, where I am right now.
I learned a few things today: that a lot of college kids think that Swanzey is the building behind Margaritas, that I should own more than one pair of shoes and strangely that seeing my good buddy iMON back at MC2 makes me realise just how glad I am to have graduated. I like that I am in college now, but I wish I knew more people there.. Thats all for today.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Heineken, Scooters and Scimitars
Oh hey, what's up? Not much?
Well, today I had a busy day. It was not a bad day at all, but it was busy.
After church, where I played mandolin for the first time in a while, I realised something that I already knew, which is that my mandolin can no longer play in tune, and is now basically a wall ornament. My birthday is coming up, so I will politely ask if the parents could get me a cumbus.
Around 11, I drove my grandmother to the train station. We were very early, and so we went for coffee, and I realised that I like Vermont very little indeed. I left her in the waiting room, and returned home. A few minutes later, I went out again to witness Witnesses. I met Cass in the parking lot of her Kingdom Hall, and we went inside. The interior looked nothing like a catholic church, and had almost nothing in it except chairs, very nice people, Kyle Freihofer and a platform at the front with a podium. I sat with Cass, her brother and Kyle. The service began with a song, which was very hard to sing. I whined along as best I could, and the result was sort of like someone trying to shout politely across a room of quiet people. Soon the Speaker went up to the podium, and began to speak. He talked at great length about how a world ruled by Jehovah would be better than one ruled by men. It was interesting, and lasted half an hour. After it was over, Cass kindly presented me with a book explaining the JW's interpretation of the bible.
I left, and filled up the car at Nieghbz. When paying, I ran into Andy Ledwith, who was my boss at EC floor sanding. We talked briefly, and he offered me a summer job, which is awesome.
On my way to Home Depot to buy PVC pipe for reasons I will later explain, I opened the book Cass had just given me. The page I landed on caused me to think a great deal. It specified that religious images are a form of idolatry. Many analogies came to mind, but the one I like most is very simple. Having religious images to me at least, is like having pictures of family or friends. I have quite a few of them lying around and they are, however wierd this may seem, just like reminders of people I know and love.
When I had collected the piping, I drove to one of the dorms at Keene State to meet some people in my awesome class and construct panpipes and shakers. We did this, as well as talking about how amazing fraterities are, as we had just witnessed some pledges with humiliating symbols shaved into their hair passed out infront of the dorm. If people are paying for that sort of treatment, perhaps they would pay me to run them down in the little red Caseycopter, or play freeze tag at Surry dam.. Some people make very poor choices indeed.
After I was done, I came home, drank 2 Heinekens and watched a video of the CEO of the Cold Steel knife company disecting a pig with a a sword. Now I am worrying about a paper that I have due in on Tuesday..
Well, c ya soon.
Well, today I had a busy day. It was not a bad day at all, but it was busy.
After church, where I played mandolin for the first time in a while, I realised something that I already knew, which is that my mandolin can no longer play in tune, and is now basically a wall ornament. My birthday is coming up, so I will politely ask if the parents could get me a cumbus.
Around 11, I drove my grandmother to the train station. We were very early, and so we went for coffee, and I realised that I like Vermont very little indeed. I left her in the waiting room, and returned home. A few minutes later, I went out again to witness Witnesses. I met Cass in the parking lot of her Kingdom Hall, and we went inside. The interior looked nothing like a catholic church, and had almost nothing in it except chairs, very nice people, Kyle Freihofer and a platform at the front with a podium. I sat with Cass, her brother and Kyle. The service began with a song, which was very hard to sing. I whined along as best I could, and the result was sort of like someone trying to shout politely across a room of quiet people. Soon the Speaker went up to the podium, and began to speak. He talked at great length about how a world ruled by Jehovah would be better than one ruled by men. It was interesting, and lasted half an hour. After it was over, Cass kindly presented me with a book explaining the JW's interpretation of the bible.
I left, and filled up the car at Nieghbz. When paying, I ran into Andy Ledwith, who was my boss at EC floor sanding. We talked briefly, and he offered me a summer job, which is awesome.
On my way to Home Depot to buy PVC pipe for reasons I will later explain, I opened the book Cass had just given me. The page I landed on caused me to think a great deal. It specified that religious images are a form of idolatry. Many analogies came to mind, but the one I like most is very simple. Having religious images to me at least, is like having pictures of family or friends. I have quite a few of them lying around and they are, however wierd this may seem, just like reminders of people I know and love.
When I had collected the piping, I drove to one of the dorms at Keene State to meet some people in my awesome class and construct panpipes and shakers. We did this, as well as talking about how amazing fraterities are, as we had just witnessed some pledges with humiliating symbols shaved into their hair passed out infront of the dorm. If people are paying for that sort of treatment, perhaps they would pay me to run them down in the little red Caseycopter, or play freeze tag at Surry dam.. Some people make very poor choices indeed.
After I was done, I came home, drank 2 Heinekens and watched a video of the CEO of the Cold Steel knife company disecting a pig with a a sword. Now I am worrying about a paper that I have due in on Tuesday..
Well, c ya soon.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Steel, Limes and Berries
Today was weird. I ended up sleeping until 10. When I had woken up, and given my mom birthday presents which were a book called Rediscovering Catholicism and a box of chocolates, I drove my siblings and grandmother to Hannafords to buy a cake and flowers. After we had done this, we went to Friendly's for breakfast. After we had ordered, my brother left to go wander around the plaza. Our food soon arrived, and it turned out to be delicious. My brother's food ended up sitting on his plate for five minutes before he saw it, which gave my grandmother the "aggita". After he had come back, hardly touched his pancakes and wound up my sister, my grandmother again lambasted him about not going to church, and built a wall of menus and ketchup across the table so he could not possibly tease his younger sibling.
When we had arrived back home, I left to go pick up my dad from Hartford. His plane was supposed to land at 3:25, and so I left at 1, in case I met traffic around Springfield. I made very good time, and arrived almost an hour early. I did not go into the airport, because I did not want to pay for parking. Unfortunately, the 2 extra large vitamin waters I had drank on the way down were beginning to take their effect at this point. I drove anxiously around the countryside of Connecticut for about 20 minutes looking for a deserted stretch of road, when all of a sudden a Stop N' Shop appeared out of no where. I went running in looking for a bathroom, and I was lucky enough to find one at the back of the store. Unfortunately, I still had about 40 minutes to kill and so I continued driving. I ended up sitting in a Catholic church a few miles away, with an angry lady staring at me. I later realised that the reason she was angry at me was because I was wearing a hat.
When my dad's flight was due in, I headed back to the airport. I drove to the small barn on the far side of the airport, that serves as international arrivals. When I walked inside the building, leaving the car illegally parked outside, I found out that the flight was 20 minutes late. This was an unpleasant surprise, as my timing from the church to the airport was perfect. I prepared to complete another few circuits of the airport, but I did not end up doing this. On the exit ramp, I pulled over and asked a TSA agent if there was anywhere I could park without paying. He told me to back up the one way ramp I had just come down so I could go into the restricted parking area. This was most convenient. As I was parking the car, I saw the plane come in to land. however, I still had to stand and wait for over 45 minutes before they let my dad through customs, with his semi legal green card from the 80's.
The drive home was simple, and took an hour and a half exactly.
When we got home, I found out that we would be going out for my mom's birthday. We went to Chilli's, and I got ribs, which were delicious.. Something I learned, and that I already knew, is that the Italianness among certain members of my family is not cured by tequila.
I was up very very late last night, and so after cake I decided to write to you before retiring. C ya palz..
When we had arrived back home, I left to go pick up my dad from Hartford. His plane was supposed to land at 3:25, and so I left at 1, in case I met traffic around Springfield. I made very good time, and arrived almost an hour early. I did not go into the airport, because I did not want to pay for parking. Unfortunately, the 2 extra large vitamin waters I had drank on the way down were beginning to take their effect at this point. I drove anxiously around the countryside of Connecticut for about 20 minutes looking for a deserted stretch of road, when all of a sudden a Stop N' Shop appeared out of no where. I went running in looking for a bathroom, and I was lucky enough to find one at the back of the store. Unfortunately, I still had about 40 minutes to kill and so I continued driving. I ended up sitting in a Catholic church a few miles away, with an angry lady staring at me. I later realised that the reason she was angry at me was because I was wearing a hat.
When my dad's flight was due in, I headed back to the airport. I drove to the small barn on the far side of the airport, that serves as international arrivals. When I walked inside the building, leaving the car illegally parked outside, I found out that the flight was 20 minutes late. This was an unpleasant surprise, as my timing from the church to the airport was perfect. I prepared to complete another few circuits of the airport, but I did not end up doing this. On the exit ramp, I pulled over and asked a TSA agent if there was anywhere I could park without paying. He told me to back up the one way ramp I had just come down so I could go into the restricted parking area. This was most convenient. As I was parking the car, I saw the plane come in to land. however, I still had to stand and wait for over 45 minutes before they let my dad through customs, with his semi legal green card from the 80's.
The drive home was simple, and took an hour and a half exactly.
When we got home, I found out that we would be going out for my mom's birthday. We went to Chilli's, and I got ribs, which were delicious.. Something I learned, and that I already knew, is that the Italianness among certain members of my family is not cured by tequila.
I was up very very late last night, and so after cake I decided to write to you before retiring. C ya palz..
Friday, April 4, 2008
Lizards, Cosulich and Bongos
Oh hey, what's going on? Not much? That's OK.
Now, by way of an introduction to this post........There is one thing that seems very important to many of my fellow college students, and that is the drink. I have noticed that is seems to be one of the most talked about nouns and verbs around.
In high school, I would hear many of my classmates discuss the effects that alcoholic beverages have had upon them, even though the majority had never had a drop pass their lips. I would ask classmates whom I suspected of this to describe their experiences, and would often have my suspicions confirmed, as the descriptions were obviously from secondary sources such as TV, family, or being basically anywhere in this great state after 3 pm. What I found most interesting about my scientific investigations, were the descriptions of the famous hangover. Something that I learned from first hand knowledge is that apart from a little pain in the gut, people in their mid teens generally do not get hangovers....Unless of course they ingest a good deal more alcohol than they claim... But that is not the point.
Something that I at least find far more interesting, is why the copious ingestion of alcohol, fictitious or otherwise is so popular among us young people. Is it the perceived need to present yourself as somebody dangerous for a variety of reasons? Is it about the need to fit in? Is it just something fun to do with friends? Or possibly in more serious cases to help block a painful memory, or something to help you forget about a difficult situation? Possibly all of the above, and possibly neither.
Without talking too much about myself, and without talking about my family as much as possible, I can state that my own reasons for under age drinking in my mid teens were simple. Ever since I was around 12, my dad saw nothing at all wrong with giving the boy beer. When in my mid teens, drinking with friends was something normal and not even looked upon as illegal. It was just the way things were. There was no hiding from the police, or secretly gathering in the woods, but just a get together in someones living room, usually with someones parents in the house, or during the summer in a backyard. Talking about drinking was also normal, but only because everyone knew that everyone else drank, and not for the reasons described above. I speak generally here, as there were exceptions to everything I have said.
Here in New Hampshire, underage drinking is very different in almost every way from what it was in the old country. Alcohol consumption among teens is often synonymous with the use of other illegal mind altering substances, and the normality and all innocence is to my mind gone. Social drinking among teens here, as I have also learned from first hand experience, is a seedy and for me an unenjoyable practice. Back in the old country, drinking was secondary to spending time with friends. Here, all gatherings where alcohol is involved seem to be focused on the alcohol and not on the people who are consuming it. I suppose you could compare it to watching TV when you have the chance to go out and be with people. A better analogy would be that social drinking among young teens in NH is almost a religion, with Bacchus as its primary deity... Keep in mind that I am exclusively talking about ages 13 through 18 when you re read, as obviously things change after high school.
Wow, I really fell apart at the end there, and in the middle, and the beginning is no better. I honestly got too bored to continue writing about this subject. Just keep in mind that I am exceedingly tired and am greatly looking forward to a few hours of sleep. Tomorrow, I am going to pick up my dad from Hartford. Stay tuned for exciting details..
Now, by way of an introduction to this post........There is one thing that seems very important to many of my fellow college students, and that is the drink. I have noticed that is seems to be one of the most talked about nouns and verbs around.
In high school, I would hear many of my classmates discuss the effects that alcoholic beverages have had upon them, even though the majority had never had a drop pass their lips. I would ask classmates whom I suspected of this to describe their experiences, and would often have my suspicions confirmed, as the descriptions were obviously from secondary sources such as TV, family, or being basically anywhere in this great state after 3 pm. What I found most interesting about my scientific investigations, were the descriptions of the famous hangover. Something that I learned from first hand knowledge is that apart from a little pain in the gut, people in their mid teens generally do not get hangovers....Unless of course they ingest a good deal more alcohol than they claim... But that is not the point.
Something that I at least find far more interesting, is why the copious ingestion of alcohol, fictitious or otherwise is so popular among us young people. Is it the perceived need to present yourself as somebody dangerous for a variety of reasons? Is it about the need to fit in? Is it just something fun to do with friends? Or possibly in more serious cases to help block a painful memory, or something to help you forget about a difficult situation? Possibly all of the above, and possibly neither.
Without talking too much about myself, and without talking about my family as much as possible, I can state that my own reasons for under age drinking in my mid teens were simple. Ever since I was around 12, my dad saw nothing at all wrong with giving the boy beer. When in my mid teens, drinking with friends was something normal and not even looked upon as illegal. It was just the way things were. There was no hiding from the police, or secretly gathering in the woods, but just a get together in someones living room, usually with someones parents in the house, or during the summer in a backyard. Talking about drinking was also normal, but only because everyone knew that everyone else drank, and not for the reasons described above. I speak generally here, as there were exceptions to everything I have said.
Here in New Hampshire, underage drinking is very different in almost every way from what it was in the old country. Alcohol consumption among teens is often synonymous with the use of other illegal mind altering substances, and the normality and all innocence is to my mind gone. Social drinking among teens here, as I have also learned from first hand experience, is a seedy and for me an unenjoyable practice. Back in the old country, drinking was secondary to spending time with friends. Here, all gatherings where alcohol is involved seem to be focused on the alcohol and not on the people who are consuming it. I suppose you could compare it to watching TV when you have the chance to go out and be with people. A better analogy would be that social drinking among young teens in NH is almost a religion, with Bacchus as its primary deity... Keep in mind that I am exclusively talking about ages 13 through 18 when you re read, as obviously things change after high school.
Wow, I really fell apart at the end there, and in the middle, and the beginning is no better. I honestly got too bored to continue writing about this subject. Just keep in mind that I am exceedingly tired and am greatly looking forward to a few hours of sleep. Tomorrow, I am going to pick up my dad from Hartford. Stay tuned for exciting details..
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Body Hair, Flint and Punch
Hey there. What lovely weather we are experiencing.
This morning after taking Ian to school, I drove to my meeting at the KSC writing center. It was not that productive, and by the end I was so desperate to leave that I faked a sudden enlightenment as to what I should be doing with my paper, before driving to and applying at Walmart.
After this, I went home and tried to organize my ideas, which did not go so well. It is much harder than I thought it would be to write about something that your professor has already drank the life out of. Anyway, I did not actually have a bad day at all. It was one of those days where it is nice outside, and when you get into the car it feels like you just opened an oven door, or put your face too close to the BBQ in order to smell cooking food. I played a lot of music today, which I do enjoy, and I also began reading the essential writings of G. K. Chesterton which was kindly lent to me. Speaking of books, do any of you, and you know who you are, know what happened to certain books I took out last year and never returned? If I am ever tracked down by the KSC Library version of Joe Bookman, It will be awesome.. I will keep some instant coffee ready, and I think you should too because I am bringing you down with me.
This morning after taking Ian to school, I drove to my meeting at the KSC writing center. It was not that productive, and by the end I was so desperate to leave that I faked a sudden enlightenment as to what I should be doing with my paper, before driving to and applying at Walmart.
After this, I went home and tried to organize my ideas, which did not go so well. It is much harder than I thought it would be to write about something that your professor has already drank the life out of. Anyway, I did not actually have a bad day at all. It was one of those days where it is nice outside, and when you get into the car it feels like you just opened an oven door, or put your face too close to the BBQ in order to smell cooking food. I played a lot of music today, which I do enjoy, and I also began reading the essential writings of G. K. Chesterton which was kindly lent to me. Speaking of books, do any of you, and you know who you are, know what happened to certain books I took out last year and never returned? If I am ever tracked down by the KSC Library version of Joe Bookman, It will be awesome.. I will keep some instant coffee ready, and I think you should too because I am bringing you down with me.
After all of that, I drove to KIA of Keene to pick up my mom. After returning her to the Casey Compound, I drove to have my hair cut. I ended up getting a very short buzz, and I talked about body hair with the nice lady who was cutting the percentage that resides on my head....ewww.. Anyway, It turns out that I must be a Turk.
Wow, Stale and poorly constructed Seinfeld references, as well as the creepy body hair talk aside, I seem to be running out of things to tell you about, but that doesn't stop me. Just like when yesterday in my history class, I expressed strong opinions on a document I had never seen or read, only to be called a sexist by my class mates. The point I am making here is that you should always know what you are saying when you are saying it... Either that, or you should have no idea.. It is sort of what I do when I write to you. Have a wonderful American day.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Scorpio, Febreeze and Steel
So how y'all doin' ? Thought I would change the font a bit to throw y'all off. It is quite late, and the reason for this is that as the earth circles the sun, Spongebob throws crabby patties up in the air, thus cutting our daily light supply in half. I am about to continue with my Irish paper. I am not looking forward to it at all, just as I am not looking forward to my meeting with Jahleh (Charlie?) tomorrow. I have come to the point where natural writing stops, and now I have go back and expand on what I already have written, which to me is not fun... Not fun at all, and the fact that what I am writing about does not interest me in the slightest does little to get the literary juices flowing.
I think that after a little complaining, I need to convince myself that I am not as self centered as opening a blog and writing about myself everyday would have you believe. I just got back from my Catholic music practice, where we played music. Now here is the story: One of my band mates has a daughter, who for the last few months has had a Kenyan visitor. This visitor came over to experience all the wonders of our great country and while she was doing this, her country started experiencing some more of the unintended consequences of colonialism. Long story short, she no longer has to apply for asylum as her student visa has been accepted. The downside to this is that college costs money, and money for most people in Kenya is a very special occasion.. So the group that I am a part of is doing a benefit concert. You should come. It will be swell. There will be plenty of music, and if you live in the Monadnock region your presence is requested and required at a date and time I will later specify.. Thank you.
Well, I really have to work.. Just remember that in the best of all possible potatoes, all is for the best....Have a lovely glass of tonic water.
I think that after a little complaining, I need to convince myself that I am not as self centered as opening a blog and writing about myself everyday would have you believe. I just got back from my Catholic music practice, where we played music. Now here is the story: One of my band mates has a daughter, who for the last few months has had a Kenyan visitor. This visitor came over to experience all the wonders of our great country and while she was doing this, her country started experiencing some more of the unintended consequences of colonialism. Long story short, she no longer has to apply for asylum as her student visa has been accepted. The downside to this is that college costs money, and money for most people in Kenya is a very special occasion.. So the group that I am a part of is doing a benefit concert. You should come. It will be swell. There will be plenty of music, and if you live in the Monadnock region your presence is requested and required at a date and time I will later specify.. Thank you.
Well, I really have to work.. Just remember that in the best of all possible potatoes, all is for the best....Have a lovely glass of tonic water.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Skoal, Mountain Dew and Turkey
Oh hey, what's up? Not much? Well of course not much, because you are here.
Have you ever noticed that when you are playing the ukulele, you often find that your fingers are too fat? I have never found this to be true, but if you do, might I recommend taping them into a smaller shape?
Well, today was a very usual sort of day. I woke up early and waited for Ian to wake up so that I could take him to school. I waited and waited and ended up making myself coffee. After I had driven him to school, I went to the post office to send my tax returns. Did you know that the IRS is not trustable? On my way home, I listened to Dan Mitchell, who had Bob Marley on this morning. I am not a fan of Dan Mitchell, but Bob Marley is a very funny man indeed. I even considered going to see his show, but I don't see any point in it now, as he did almost an hour of live material on the radio.
I came home and started another 5 pages of my potato paper. I wrote a paragraph, before going to Walgreen's to buy Gold Bond medicated powder, with extra medication (green container) as well as soap and other essential items. I also ran into one of my Catholic band mates and we talked about the cumbus. I usually would not identify people solely by religion, but in this case it is hard not to.
After an hour or so of the history channel to wake myself up, I went to college. I wrote something about my class right here, but have since deleted it because I am not really in a complaining mood and it is possible that I have talked about this class too much. After it was over, I went to the KSC writing center, and made an appointment with a tutor named Jahleh (jolly??) Who will be helping me with my paper. I already know I will butcher her name, so I am going to do some awkward description of it and hope someone will know what I am talking about, as per my usual practice in such situations.
When I got home, I left to pick Ian up. I waved to some of you and drove to Circuit City with Ian to see iMON. iMON was not there, as he is as trustable as usual with regards to his work habits. When we arrived back home, my grandma was making pasta, which is apparently called Stretz neitz and my mom asked me to move furniture.
I am going to eat dinner, see you when I get back.................
Oh hey, didn't see you come in. Here I am back. The cappelletti, as they turned out to be were delicious.
Yesterday, I went to play folk music. I had no idea what I was going to do, and I only went because I had promised to go months before when my mandolin skills were requested. It turned out to be a 20 minute folk medley with the pops choir.... I have not idea what that is. The practice was at the Monadnock Covenant Church, which I know because I was there, and because it is a few hundred feet from my house. I was surprised to find a room full of seated middle aged to elderly folk and at the back of the room were a selection of my Catholic band mates. I went over to join them, and sat down with the little mandolin. What we played was a selection of American folk songs; stuff like Blowin' in the wind, If I had a hammer, Where have all the flowers gone... Basically a Peter Paul and Mary/ Bob Dylan/ Seeger fest... I enjoyed it, especially as I do like a lot of Pete Seeger songs, no matter how much of a communist he might be. Anyway, at the end I was surprised to see Beth Guion waving madly at me from the crowd of singers. It is nice that she has a hobby that involves using her voice loudly, especially as the state doesn't like her using it to shout at children during the day.
Well, there are a few other things. Important ones, but I will wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I am going to write more of a paper and give up after a few paragraphs, then go hang out with Serena and not pick up any bad habits.
I recently made the choice to leave the Catholic student organization I joined. I do not enjoy it there at all.. I can see the attraction of spending time with people who share something in common, but I don't know... Something about the setup of the group is just very awkward and not that I don't like the people who go, and they are very nice, but they are not the sort of people I would usually choose to spend time with.. You see, I have always been the shy one of my group of friends and to be made the most blunt is not something I enjoy. I can tell, just by looking at the group's facebook page that many others have gone the same way I am now going.. I wish the group all the best and who knows, with me gone maybe it will be awesome..
C ya round.. Have a great day and a best of all possible whatever..
Have you ever noticed that when you are playing the ukulele, you often find that your fingers are too fat? I have never found this to be true, but if you do, might I recommend taping them into a smaller shape?
Well, today was a very usual sort of day. I woke up early and waited for Ian to wake up so that I could take him to school. I waited and waited and ended up making myself coffee. After I had driven him to school, I went to the post office to send my tax returns. Did you know that the IRS is not trustable? On my way home, I listened to Dan Mitchell, who had Bob Marley on this morning. I am not a fan of Dan Mitchell, but Bob Marley is a very funny man indeed. I even considered going to see his show, but I don't see any point in it now, as he did almost an hour of live material on the radio.
I came home and started another 5 pages of my potato paper. I wrote a paragraph, before going to Walgreen's to buy Gold Bond medicated powder, with extra medication (green container) as well as soap and other essential items. I also ran into one of my Catholic band mates and we talked about the cumbus. I usually would not identify people solely by religion, but in this case it is hard not to.
After an hour or so of the history channel to wake myself up, I went to college. I wrote something about my class right here, but have since deleted it because I am not really in a complaining mood and it is possible that I have talked about this class too much. After it was over, I went to the KSC writing center, and made an appointment with a tutor named Jahleh (jolly??) Who will be helping me with my paper. I already know I will butcher her name, so I am going to do some awkward description of it and hope someone will know what I am talking about, as per my usual practice in such situations.
When I got home, I left to pick Ian up. I waved to some of you and drove to Circuit City with Ian to see iMON. iMON was not there, as he is as trustable as usual with regards to his work habits. When we arrived back home, my grandma was making pasta, which is apparently called Stretz neitz and my mom asked me to move furniture.
I am going to eat dinner, see you when I get back.................
Oh hey, didn't see you come in. Here I am back. The cappelletti, as they turned out to be were delicious.
Yesterday, I went to play folk music. I had no idea what I was going to do, and I only went because I had promised to go months before when my mandolin skills were requested. It turned out to be a 20 minute folk medley with the pops choir.... I have not idea what that is. The practice was at the Monadnock Covenant Church, which I know because I was there, and because it is a few hundred feet from my house. I was surprised to find a room full of seated middle aged to elderly folk and at the back of the room were a selection of my Catholic band mates. I went over to join them, and sat down with the little mandolin. What we played was a selection of American folk songs; stuff like Blowin' in the wind, If I had a hammer, Where have all the flowers gone... Basically a Peter Paul and Mary/ Bob Dylan/ Seeger fest... I enjoyed it, especially as I do like a lot of Pete Seeger songs, no matter how much of a communist he might be. Anyway, at the end I was surprised to see Beth Guion waving madly at me from the crowd of singers. It is nice that she has a hobby that involves using her voice loudly, especially as the state doesn't like her using it to shout at children during the day.
Well, there are a few other things. Important ones, but I will wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I am going to write more of a paper and give up after a few paragraphs, then go hang out with Serena and not pick up any bad habits.
I recently made the choice to leave the Catholic student organization I joined. I do not enjoy it there at all.. I can see the attraction of spending time with people who share something in common, but I don't know... Something about the setup of the group is just very awkward and not that I don't like the people who go, and they are very nice, but they are not the sort of people I would usually choose to spend time with.. You see, I have always been the shy one of my group of friends and to be made the most blunt is not something I enjoy. I can tell, just by looking at the group's facebook page that many others have gone the same way I am now going.. I wish the group all the best and who knows, with me gone maybe it will be awesome..
C ya round.. Have a great day and a best of all possible whatever..
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