Hey there... I love Saturdays. Saturday is the day of the week where I can stay in bed, or just sit on my ass all day if I so choose. Today I ended up staying in bed until 11. Have you ever noticed that when you see or hear about something interesting going on outside and you want to join in but are still in bed, you are confronted with a horrible quandary? You can either ignore the potential disruption to your morning and drift peacefully into the quality of sleep that only a Saturday can provide, or you can embrace the world and all it's trials, tribulations and leftover Indian food.... Whatever.
So today I bought a bike. I have not had one since we lived in England, and buying a new one had never occurred to me. I now have less money to buy orange soda and gas with, but hopefully a bike and the potential exercise that goes along with it will offset the loss.
I think now would be a good time to talk to you about my first cycling experience. I was 6, or possibly 7 when I got my first bike. My mom took me to the food Co-op in Newton New Jersey to pick one out. As I remember, there were two bikes present that day, one an old racing bike and the other a small BMX. I chose the BMX, and spent the better part of 2 days on the road in front of our house trying to stay on the wretched thing for more than 5 seconds (no training wheels.. I was the first, and thus the experiment child.) The bike was quite old, and the handlebars were rusty. The brake had also seen better days, and was of the kind that had to be operated by pedaling backwards. By the third day, I was comfortable on the thing and riding up and down the road with my friends. On the fourth day, I started getting cocky. Near where we lived was a road. It was very steep, and the only other thing I can remember about it was my dad's friend skiing down it, and turning head over heels into a snow bank. I took the bike to the top of this road... Cohocton I think it was called.. It was a residential area, and so the road was not very busy. I gently eased the bike over the top, and 10 seconds later I found my face in the asphalt covered in blood.. My blood. Crying, my bike and I were returned to my house by a neighbor. (I don't blame the bike for crying, it got hurt pretty bad too.) The point is that I couldn't eat solid food for a while, and that my dad made me ride the bike the next day for hours so I wouldn't be scared of it.
Well, That is just about all I feel like writing.. C ya pal..
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Honey, Clorox and Dust
Hey there, nice to have you.
Today after driving my brother to school, I came home and using a web cam I gave English people a tour of where I live. Web cams are awesome. My friends were surprised, not only because the wall behind me looks like it was air lifted straight out of a Latin American church, but because nearly everything in England is very small. Our old house could have fit into this one 3 times. After this, I saw an ad in the sentinel asking for someone to do some maintenance work at Audrey's Cafe in Dublin. I drove out there, only to find that the position had already been filled, which was disappointing.
When I got home, I watched something about the history of the banjo, which was very interesting. I learned a lot of where the instrument came from and how musicians specializing in it's use were highly prized as slaves because they were forced to perform on slave ships to provide music for the crew, and also for the unwilling passengers so they could dance, and thus not have their legs rot away.. What a painful history for such a happy sounding instrument.
After I had lunch, I got a call from Syd's Carpet and Snooze Room asking me to come in for an interview. After I had collected my brother and dropped him off at a violin lesson, I made my way over to Syd's. When I arrived, I saw someone I had hardly expected to see in person of the kindly old gas station attendant with whom I had held extensive conversations about the merits of fiscal conservatism when paying for gas. He is now working for Syd's, and even though I do not know him well, I heard him putting in a good word for me with his boss. My interview was short, and went quite well. I was impressed with the pay I possibly may soon be receiving, and also with the quite gentle 45 hour week. I was disheartened, and yet made proud by something my interviewer said. He told me that over 40 people had applied for the job I want, and that I was one of the 4 whom he had selected for an interview.. I should know by Tuesday if I have the job or not. Quite frankly I am not that hopeful.
After I left Syd's, I called Chris Vickery and set up a practice.. It should be awesome, and complete with ukuleles and stand up basses. We are now going to go in a more acoustic direction, because amps are heavy and inconvenient, and drummers are unreliable and iMON. I also like mandolins and ukuleles.
When I got home, I started trying to learn the claw hammer/Pete Seeger (this crappy spell-checker thinks I spelled Seeger wrong) style of banjo playing on my ukulele. You will no doubt be seeing some of that go on youtube soon.
Well, at least if I do not get my flooring job, I will have the distinct pleasure of seeing our fully qualified and licenced vet visit next week. Who ever heard of a vet making house calls?
Enjoy your weekend.. I know I will.
Today after driving my brother to school, I came home and using a web cam I gave English people a tour of where I live. Web cams are awesome. My friends were surprised, not only because the wall behind me looks like it was air lifted straight out of a Latin American church, but because nearly everything in England is very small. Our old house could have fit into this one 3 times. After this, I saw an ad in the sentinel asking for someone to do some maintenance work at Audrey's Cafe in Dublin. I drove out there, only to find that the position had already been filled, which was disappointing.
When I got home, I watched something about the history of the banjo, which was very interesting. I learned a lot of where the instrument came from and how musicians specializing in it's use were highly prized as slaves because they were forced to perform on slave ships to provide music for the crew, and also for the unwilling passengers so they could dance, and thus not have their legs rot away.. What a painful history for such a happy sounding instrument.
After I had lunch, I got a call from Syd's Carpet and Snooze Room asking me to come in for an interview. After I had collected my brother and dropped him off at a violin lesson, I made my way over to Syd's. When I arrived, I saw someone I had hardly expected to see in person of the kindly old gas station attendant with whom I had held extensive conversations about the merits of fiscal conservatism when paying for gas. He is now working for Syd's, and even though I do not know him well, I heard him putting in a good word for me with his boss. My interview was short, and went quite well. I was impressed with the pay I possibly may soon be receiving, and also with the quite gentle 45 hour week. I was disheartened, and yet made proud by something my interviewer said. He told me that over 40 people had applied for the job I want, and that I was one of the 4 whom he had selected for an interview.. I should know by Tuesday if I have the job or not. Quite frankly I am not that hopeful.
After I left Syd's, I called Chris Vickery and set up a practice.. It should be awesome, and complete with ukuleles and stand up basses. We are now going to go in a more acoustic direction, because amps are heavy and inconvenient, and drummers are unreliable and iMON. I also like mandolins and ukuleles.
When I got home, I started trying to learn the claw hammer/Pete Seeger (this crappy spell-checker thinks I spelled Seeger wrong) style of banjo playing on my ukulele. You will no doubt be seeing some of that go on youtube soon.
Well, at least if I do not get my flooring job, I will have the distinct pleasure of seeing our fully qualified and licenced vet visit next week. Who ever heard of a vet making house calls?
Enjoy your weekend.. I know I will.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Periodic table, Concrete and Wheels
Hey there, nice to see you.
Today was not bad. I woke up at 7 and drove Ian to school. When I got home, the vet was at our house to see the dog who has had a weird lump coming out of her face recently. The vet was a homeopathic vet. In case you did not know, a homeopath is someone who hates real medicine, and is content to use natural remedies that my distant ancestors would have been comfortable with. You may find the following narrative somewhat hard to believe, but I swear on all that I hold dear that it is perfectly true.
It turned out that the odd lump on the face of the dog was actually a huge tick, which was soon removed with the help of tweezers. When the vet had performed this function, the fun began. My father and I watched in amazement as our guest took a magnetic divining rod from it's case, and ran it all over our animal. He then asked my mom to sign a waver, which she happily did. After this formality was completed, he told us that he had the special skill of being able to diagnose any medical problem with his shiny rod, and to prove his point, he asked my father to stand up straight and submit to his medieval examination technique. He ran the rod all over my father, and his diagnosis was frequent neck pains. When my father announced that his neck was just about the only place on his body that did not give him frequent pains, our guest suggested that it might actually be his upper back. He however made no mention of the lime decease that has left my father with appalling pain in both his knees and feet. He then took out a device that looked like a miniature pogo stick, and danced it up and down our now terrified animal's back, before announcing that he had readjusted her spine to a position that she would no doubt find more favorable. Just to be sure, he then produced an instrument which appeared to be a modified power drill. He proudly announced that it was a German device... I did not doubt this, as it did bear a resemblance to something the gestapo might have used against members of the French Resistance. He proceeded to rub said device against the dog in much the same manner as he had used the pogo stick.
After a while, he prescribed flax seed oil.. Just to be sure, he again used the divining rod by placing it on the dog's neck, along with a bottle of flax seed oil to see if it was indeed the correct medication... At my mother's insistence, I had not said a word but, I had up until this point had a great amount of trouble hiding my skepticism, but now our guest had cottoned on to my true feelings, n0 doubt given away by my skeptical scowls. Noting this, he endeavored to prove to me that his methods were not "hocus pocus." He took a tub of Mod Podge that my sister had left lying around from a school project, and used the same method as he had done with the flax seed oil. Apparently Mod Podge did not meet with out discerning animal's approval, and so I was proved wrong.... Then again if his attempts to misdirect us from his obvious manipulation of the rod were anything to go by, I may have not been so wrong..
His fees were $50 dollars for the whole morning, but my father would have gladly payed more for the entertainment, as it will no doubt bring a smile to our collective faces for years to come.
I spent the rest of the day either driving to Home Depot to buy cement, or mixing the cement I had bought. It was a type of hard work that I have come to enjoy, and I am now quite exhausted.
I have still had no calls from any of the businesses I applied to, but I am still hopeful. I may have a card up my sleeve that I am saving for such a time as this, that you will no doubt get to hear about.
I also made a video of myself playing ukulele. Check it out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRAt2JC0gFM You have probably heard the song, but I wanted to do something I am very comfortable with.. One take dude..
Some other other cool stuff happened today, but I think I gave you quite enough content for one evening. C ya
Today was not bad. I woke up at 7 and drove Ian to school. When I got home, the vet was at our house to see the dog who has had a weird lump coming out of her face recently. The vet was a homeopathic vet. In case you did not know, a homeopath is someone who hates real medicine, and is content to use natural remedies that my distant ancestors would have been comfortable with. You may find the following narrative somewhat hard to believe, but I swear on all that I hold dear that it is perfectly true.
It turned out that the odd lump on the face of the dog was actually a huge tick, which was soon removed with the help of tweezers. When the vet had performed this function, the fun began. My father and I watched in amazement as our guest took a magnetic divining rod from it's case, and ran it all over our animal. He then asked my mom to sign a waver, which she happily did. After this formality was completed, he told us that he had the special skill of being able to diagnose any medical problem with his shiny rod, and to prove his point, he asked my father to stand up straight and submit to his medieval examination technique. He ran the rod all over my father, and his diagnosis was frequent neck pains. When my father announced that his neck was just about the only place on his body that did not give him frequent pains, our guest suggested that it might actually be his upper back. He however made no mention of the lime decease that has left my father with appalling pain in both his knees and feet. He then took out a device that looked like a miniature pogo stick, and danced it up and down our now terrified animal's back, before announcing that he had readjusted her spine to a position that she would no doubt find more favorable. Just to be sure, he then produced an instrument which appeared to be a modified power drill. He proudly announced that it was a German device... I did not doubt this, as it did bear a resemblance to something the gestapo might have used against members of the French Resistance. He proceeded to rub said device against the dog in much the same manner as he had used the pogo stick.
After a while, he prescribed flax seed oil.. Just to be sure, he again used the divining rod by placing it on the dog's neck, along with a bottle of flax seed oil to see if it was indeed the correct medication... At my mother's insistence, I had not said a word but, I had up until this point had a great amount of trouble hiding my skepticism, but now our guest had cottoned on to my true feelings, n0 doubt given away by my skeptical scowls. Noting this, he endeavored to prove to me that his methods were not "hocus pocus." He took a tub of Mod Podge that my sister had left lying around from a school project, and used the same method as he had done with the flax seed oil. Apparently Mod Podge did not meet with out discerning animal's approval, and so I was proved wrong.... Then again if his attempts to misdirect us from his obvious manipulation of the rod were anything to go by, I may have not been so wrong..
His fees were $50 dollars for the whole morning, but my father would have gladly payed more for the entertainment, as it will no doubt bring a smile to our collective faces for years to come.
I spent the rest of the day either driving to Home Depot to buy cement, or mixing the cement I had bought. It was a type of hard work that I have come to enjoy, and I am now quite exhausted.
I have still had no calls from any of the businesses I applied to, but I am still hopeful. I may have a card up my sleeve that I am saving for such a time as this, that you will no doubt get to hear about.
I also made a video of myself playing ukulele. Check it out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRAt2JC0gFM You have probably heard the song, but I wanted to do something I am very comfortable with.. One take dude..
Some other other cool stuff happened today, but I think I gave you quite enough content for one evening. C ya
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Lamp, Fly and Shiny..
How is everybody. I just discovered that this computer has a built in web cam, so if I wanted I could do a video blog instead, but why break with a 2 and a half month tradition? When I get my own computer, I will make video blogs everyday.
Today I woke up early and took Ian to school. When I got home, I sat around watching TV until my dad asked for some assistance. He had recently returned from Home Depot with a rented auger for digging holes for the purpose of supporting our new deck. The machine was quite fearsome, and had the habit of violently twisting ones arms.
We had to dig 8 holes, each of them 4 feet deep. If you did not already know, digging more than a 4 inch hole anywhere in our great state will inevitably lead to you becoming the owner of a rock or two. Digging, even with the powerful Archimedes screw proved almost impossible and I have never moved so many boulders in one morning. Eventually we had 2 holes that measured 4 feet deep, and 6 that measured between 1 1/2 to 2 1/2. Needless to say, it was exhausting work.
When I got home, I opened up Three Men on the Bummel. I eventually came to a chapter that dealt with the German national character, which was very funny, especially since these pre WWII stereotypes are quite different from those I learned.. Jerome would probably not be so accepted in our time period as he was in his own, because not only would he be dead but he would have the habit of offending our modern ideas of decency. He uses anecdotes about "The nigger in Deacon Abraham's poultry yard" and "The Rich German merchant and his fat placid Frau." Never the less, I am very much enjoying the book, and I would recommend it to anyone... Really, I would. Especially the parts where he describes learning foriegn languages, and how English will be the language of the world. I also spilled coffee on it, which gives it an aged and intelligent look.
I just got done with my Catholic music practice, which went quite well. We also got leftover sherbet. Awesome.
It is now time for me to finish my book, and go to sleep so I can get up very early.. I am going to try for 5:30. C ya then.
Today I woke up early and took Ian to school. When I got home, I sat around watching TV until my dad asked for some assistance. He had recently returned from Home Depot with a rented auger for digging holes for the purpose of supporting our new deck. The machine was quite fearsome, and had the habit of violently twisting ones arms.
We had to dig 8 holes, each of them 4 feet deep. If you did not already know, digging more than a 4 inch hole anywhere in our great state will inevitably lead to you becoming the owner of a rock or two. Digging, even with the powerful Archimedes screw proved almost impossible and I have never moved so many boulders in one morning. Eventually we had 2 holes that measured 4 feet deep, and 6 that measured between 1 1/2 to 2 1/2. Needless to say, it was exhausting work.
When I got home, I opened up Three Men on the Bummel. I eventually came to a chapter that dealt with the German national character, which was very funny, especially since these pre WWII stereotypes are quite different from those I learned.. Jerome would probably not be so accepted in our time period as he was in his own, because not only would he be dead but he would have the habit of offending our modern ideas of decency. He uses anecdotes about "The nigger in Deacon Abraham's poultry yard" and "The Rich German merchant and his fat placid Frau." Never the less, I am very much enjoying the book, and I would recommend it to anyone... Really, I would. Especially the parts where he describes learning foriegn languages, and how English will be the language of the world. I also spilled coffee on it, which gives it an aged and intelligent look.
I just got done with my Catholic music practice, which went quite well. We also got leftover sherbet. Awesome.
It is now time for me to finish my book, and go to sleep so I can get up very early.. I am going to try for 5:30. C ya then.
Teeth, Apple sauce and Rabbits
Sorry I am a day late. I wrote what you are about to read last night and you will soon find out why. I am now borrowing the laptop my dad uses to semi-legally watch British TV.
"Oh hey, hope everything is just peachy.
Today I awoke around 5, and then again at 7. Of late I have found it near impossible to hear my alarm go off in the mornings without some sort of amplification device, so now I have to wake up twice just incase. At 8, I left for an interview with the company Window Master in Dublin. My interview was at 9:30, but I decided that it would be a good idea to leave incredibly early just to make sure I would be on time, and so I could stop for coffee.
I arrived in down town Dublin at 8:30, which meant that after my coffee, I sat in a gas stations parking lot for 45 minutes listening to Opie and Anthony and the Dubliners. I did not particularly enjoy this. I know a few people who would happily perform all of the functions of life sitting in a driver’s seat, but for me this would get a little tedious, if not disgusting.
I arrived for my interview 10 minutes early and filled out an application. It was a very lengthy one, and not the sort of application I enjoy although to be fair there are very few which meet with my approval. After I had completed said application, I had a short interview. It went quite well, although I could tell that he had already made the subconscious decision not to hire me.
I soon drove back to Keene, and made my way over to Syd’s Carpet and Snooze Room to see if someone had reviewed my application yet. It appeared that no one had, but they made a note of my continued interest, and promised that mine would be one of the first ones looked at.
The rest of the day went as usual, with plenty of music. Also, the computer I usually use to compose these literary gems all of a sudden ceased to function. Completely.. It was a laptop my dad sometimes uses, but as I and my sister do not have computers, it is usually us that occupy it.
I am now on my moms computer.. It is awesome; the screen is like huge dude.
Well, C yha pal.."
"Oh hey, hope everything is just peachy.
Today I awoke around 5, and then again at 7. Of late I have found it near impossible to hear my alarm go off in the mornings without some sort of amplification device, so now I have to wake up twice just incase. At 8, I left for an interview with the company Window Master in Dublin. My interview was at 9:30, but I decided that it would be a good idea to leave incredibly early just to make sure I would be on time, and so I could stop for coffee.
I arrived in down town Dublin at 8:30, which meant that after my coffee, I sat in a gas stations parking lot for 45 minutes listening to Opie and Anthony and the Dubliners. I did not particularly enjoy this. I know a few people who would happily perform all of the functions of life sitting in a driver’s seat, but for me this would get a little tedious, if not disgusting.
I arrived for my interview 10 minutes early and filled out an application. It was a very lengthy one, and not the sort of application I enjoy although to be fair there are very few which meet with my approval. After I had completed said application, I had a short interview. It went quite well, although I could tell that he had already made the subconscious decision not to hire me.
I soon drove back to Keene, and made my way over to Syd’s Carpet and Snooze Room to see if someone had reviewed my application yet. It appeared that no one had, but they made a note of my continued interest, and promised that mine would be one of the first ones looked at.
The rest of the day went as usual, with plenty of music. Also, the computer I usually use to compose these literary gems all of a sudden ceased to function. Completely.. It was a laptop my dad sometimes uses, but as I and my sister do not have computers, it is usually us that occupy it.
I am now on my moms computer.. It is awesome; the screen is like huge dude.
Well, C yha pal.."
Monday, May 26, 2008
Memorial, Blitz and Dance
How are you?
Today was memorial day. I woke up at 11, and found that my dad was back from New Jersey. He brought us New Jersey bread, which was delicious. For brunch, I had a butter sandwich. You see if you have really good bread, all you need on it is butter.
I ended up falling asleep outside with my ukulele. It was relaxing, but I woke up with bugs in my nose, which is never nice. After this, I went out bike riding with my sister. I don't have a bike, so I rode my mom's. That's right, I rode around Keene on a girls bike.
When I got home, I started the BBQ. I worked over it diligently for the next 2 hours cooking various delicious things. After dinner, which went on for a long time, my brother and I went to Surry dam to walk the dog and when we got home we watched a TV show with the family about food during the Blitz in England.
Here I am at the computer and trying to think of something interesting to tell you, which I seem unable to do. The only thing I can think of is a group I recently heard of called Drive55. Their goal is to lower the speed limit on interstates to 55. I think this is absolutely ridiculous.. If you want to conserve gas by driving slower, then why not do it and encourage others to do the same. Waving the power of the Federal government at anyone who disagrees with your brand of environmentalism is ridiculous. You are now legally able to drive 55, however annoying it can be when you make someone late for an airport pickup, or a hospital visit.. I guess this is just personal opinion and not constitutionally based, but I really hate that mindset. Right now, the only way I can think of that the Federal government has been used in this way for good is with the Civil Rights Act. There are probably others.... I honestly would not be annoyed by this organization if they did not stand for the very same use of government that will inevitably lead to the further reduction of personal freedom... That is about all.. Goodnight.
Today was memorial day. I woke up at 11, and found that my dad was back from New Jersey. He brought us New Jersey bread, which was delicious. For brunch, I had a butter sandwich. You see if you have really good bread, all you need on it is butter.
I ended up falling asleep outside with my ukulele. It was relaxing, but I woke up with bugs in my nose, which is never nice. After this, I went out bike riding with my sister. I don't have a bike, so I rode my mom's. That's right, I rode around Keene on a girls bike.
When I got home, I started the BBQ. I worked over it diligently for the next 2 hours cooking various delicious things. After dinner, which went on for a long time, my brother and I went to Surry dam to walk the dog and when we got home we watched a TV show with the family about food during the Blitz in England.
Here I am at the computer and trying to think of something interesting to tell you, which I seem unable to do. The only thing I can think of is a group I recently heard of called Drive55. Their goal is to lower the speed limit on interstates to 55. I think this is absolutely ridiculous.. If you want to conserve gas by driving slower, then why not do it and encourage others to do the same. Waving the power of the Federal government at anyone who disagrees with your brand of environmentalism is ridiculous. You are now legally able to drive 55, however annoying it can be when you make someone late for an airport pickup, or a hospital visit.. I guess this is just personal opinion and not constitutionally based, but I really hate that mindset. Right now, the only way I can think of that the Federal government has been used in this way for good is with the Civil Rights Act. There are probably others.... I honestly would not be annoyed by this organization if they did not stand for the very same use of government that will inevitably lead to the further reduction of personal freedom... That is about all.. Goodnight.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Bigrock, Candy and Mountain
Oh hey, today was very nice and had weather to match.
This morning I was not sure I would be able to get up at 8, so I ended up making a sort of amplifier out of soda cans for my alarm clock/ phone. It worked, which was good.
I went to church to do catholic things and play music with my group. Everything worked out well. After church, my group found out that it was our Kenyan's last day playing with us, because she is going to take summer courses in New York. There was lots of hugging and she gave some of us little African evil eye charms, which was very nice. I got a tiny little figure that I would not like to come across by accident during a thunderstorm.
I went home and decided that I was churched out enough for one day, and so I did not join the Corpus Christi procession around central square. I did eat some leftovers and strummed the ukulele.
I don't mean to complain too much about my current mandolin, but it really is starting to hurt when I play. I have been playing different mandolins around Keene, but I have not seen anything that matches up to what I have heard/seen about the Giannini GBSM1. I would have to order the thing online, which is never the best of ideas but I have found a reputable dealer who will set it up properly before shipping.
Around 1, I got a call from Surry United telling me to play ball. I collected my brother, and we made our way to KSC to find only Nate Hardy and Patrick White present. As there were only four of us, we just kicked the ball around informally for a while. More people are needed if any real fun is to be had.
When I got home, I found that I would have to cook dinner. I just ended up just chopping up some leftover pork chops and frying them with vegetables, ramen noodles, soy sauce and honey.. It was better than it sounds.
Here I am again. I have nothing to do for the next few hours apart from sleep and read, which I probably will. Stick around to find out how that goes..
Oh, by the way, I gave up on Three Men in a Boat, at least until a later time and I have moved to Three Men on the Bummel.. I don't know what a bummel is, but the book is also by Jerome K. Jerome and it is about a bike trip through the last days of the Kaiser's Germany. It is interesting for me to read about this time period, because I have always been taught by my history teachers and family that Germany was a bad place, and that Germans were never to be trusted. What I mean by this is that people often forget that Germany was just another country before it became the personification of evil.
Also, did you know that the guy who wrote so many songs that are now considered Irish Trad. Was a Newhampshirite? Tommy Makem moved to Dover in 1955 and played at Governor Lynch's inauguration. Wow, maybe by moving to New Hampshire in 2005, I can be an awesome songwriter too.
Well, c ya.
This morning I was not sure I would be able to get up at 8, so I ended up making a sort of amplifier out of soda cans for my alarm clock/ phone. It worked, which was good.
I went to church to do catholic things and play music with my group. Everything worked out well. After church, my group found out that it was our Kenyan's last day playing with us, because she is going to take summer courses in New York. There was lots of hugging and she gave some of us little African evil eye charms, which was very nice. I got a tiny little figure that I would not like to come across by accident during a thunderstorm.
I went home and decided that I was churched out enough for one day, and so I did not join the Corpus Christi procession around central square. I did eat some leftovers and strummed the ukulele.
I don't mean to complain too much about my current mandolin, but it really is starting to hurt when I play. I have been playing different mandolins around Keene, but I have not seen anything that matches up to what I have heard/seen about the Giannini GBSM1. I would have to order the thing online, which is never the best of ideas but I have found a reputable dealer who will set it up properly before shipping.
Around 1, I got a call from Surry United telling me to play ball. I collected my brother, and we made our way to KSC to find only Nate Hardy and Patrick White present. As there were only four of us, we just kicked the ball around informally for a while. More people are needed if any real fun is to be had.
When I got home, I found that I would have to cook dinner. I just ended up just chopping up some leftover pork chops and frying them with vegetables, ramen noodles, soy sauce and honey.. It was better than it sounds.
Here I am again. I have nothing to do for the next few hours apart from sleep and read, which I probably will. Stick around to find out how that goes..
Oh, by the way, I gave up on Three Men in a Boat, at least until a later time and I have moved to Three Men on the Bummel.. I don't know what a bummel is, but the book is also by Jerome K. Jerome and it is about a bike trip through the last days of the Kaiser's Germany. It is interesting for me to read about this time period, because I have always been taught by my history teachers and family that Germany was a bad place, and that Germans were never to be trusted. What I mean by this is that people often forget that Germany was just another country before it became the personification of evil.
Also, did you know that the guy who wrote so many songs that are now considered Irish Trad. Was a Newhampshirite? Tommy Makem moved to Dover in 1955 and played at Governor Lynch's inauguration. Wow, maybe by moving to New Hampshire in 2005, I can be an awesome songwriter too.
Well, c ya.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Dicey Reilly, Perks and Roving
Hey...
Today I got up and played music. Around 12, I took Ian to the fields at KSC to meet Ed. I also called up various members of Surry Utd. To let them know that football would be happening. I then made my way to the bank to do bank stuff, and ran into Chris O'Connor's grandparents. I asked them about the O'C, and we had a brief conversation. Chris's Grandmother said that she was exhausted from the visit from one of Chris's friends who you probably know, and that she deserved a very expensive lunch.
After bank stuff was completed, I went over to play some ball. 8 of us turned up, and had a very exhausting and violent game. Gangly Nate Hardy hit me so hard in the shin that it still hurts when my jeans move. I managed to score some goals, and sent someone sprawling flat on their back. Ed was as amazing at the game as he always was, and Ian was much better. I now have three developing and painful bruises and quite the headache.
After this, we stopped at CVS to get drinks and ran into Patty Cressy, who is doing just fine. When I got home, I played more music outside and mowed the rest of our lawn.
Tonight I am going to go to bed at a reasonable hour, and get up at one also.. By one, I mean 8.
So it seems that I may be working very soon. Right now I have enough money in the account and cigar box to buy a suitable mandolin and still be able to indulge in Sunkist Orange Soda and $5 gas for a few more months. I am looking at purchasing a Giannini GBSM1 mandolin. It is a Brazilian mandolin, or bandolim as they choose to call it. They are pretty cheap for good mandolins, at around $220 but are made of quality materials and have 3 year warranties. I have also decided what to to with my cumbus. I am going to turn it into a Banjo ukulele, which just happen to be awesome things. I am going to build a new neck out of maple or mahogany, and attach it to the metal body with the already existing screw mechanism. I am looking forward to the project.
I also hope to have something more interesting to tell you very soon. Please do not stop visiting, and feel free to vote in my little pole if you have any complaints/ compliaments/urinary difficulties...
Today I got up and played music. Around 12, I took Ian to the fields at KSC to meet Ed. I also called up various members of Surry Utd. To let them know that football would be happening. I then made my way to the bank to do bank stuff, and ran into Chris O'Connor's grandparents. I asked them about the O'C, and we had a brief conversation. Chris's Grandmother said that she was exhausted from the visit from one of Chris's friends who you probably know, and that she deserved a very expensive lunch.
After bank stuff was completed, I went over to play some ball. 8 of us turned up, and had a very exhausting and violent game. Gangly Nate Hardy hit me so hard in the shin that it still hurts when my jeans move. I managed to score some goals, and sent someone sprawling flat on their back. Ed was as amazing at the game as he always was, and Ian was much better. I now have three developing and painful bruises and quite the headache.
After this, we stopped at CVS to get drinks and ran into Patty Cressy, who is doing just fine. When I got home, I played more music outside and mowed the rest of our lawn.
Tonight I am going to go to bed at a reasonable hour, and get up at one also.. By one, I mean 8.
So it seems that I may be working very soon. Right now I have enough money in the account and cigar box to buy a suitable mandolin and still be able to indulge in Sunkist Orange Soda and $5 gas for a few more months. I am looking at purchasing a Giannini GBSM1 mandolin. It is a Brazilian mandolin, or bandolim as they choose to call it. They are pretty cheap for good mandolins, at around $220 but are made of quality materials and have 3 year warranties. I have also decided what to to with my cumbus. I am going to turn it into a Banjo ukulele, which just happen to be awesome things. I am going to build a new neck out of maple or mahogany, and attach it to the metal body with the already existing screw mechanism. I am looking forward to the project.
I also hope to have something more interesting to tell you very soon. Please do not stop visiting, and feel free to vote in my little pole if you have any complaints/ compliaments/urinary difficulties...
Friday, May 23, 2008
Antiseptic, Dunkin and Gravity
Hey there..
Today I had a phone interview at 10 with a Dublin window installation firm. Apparently I am just the guy they are looking for, which is nice for a change, even if I have no intention of devoting 3 years of my life to windows.
I dropped Ian off at Monadnock this morning, and on my way back home I bought an ice coffee. I also listened to NPR and learned the correct pronunciation of Coos County, and that people in Coos County are leaving Coos County because there is not enough work to go around in Coos County.. Coos County.
Hmm.. I can't really remember much else, but it probably was not very important at all. I played lots of ukulele outside, which was fun as it usually is. I also stopped in to see Colline Dreyfuss, who has the laryngitis.
My family went out to eat tonight to celebrate my aunt's stay with us, and we ran into Nate Hardy on a date, which happened to be very funny.
My plan for this weekend is to play lots of music. Chris Vickery and I are long overdue for some jamming time, and hopefully we can find another guitarist who is better than me to join us. I also plan to do fun things like trespassing on private property and looking at mandolins to buy as well as socializing with reputable people. I will probably play a whole lot of ukulele as well as do a ton of yard work.
Sweet... C yha sun'e. Enjoy your weekend.
Today I had a phone interview at 10 with a Dublin window installation firm. Apparently I am just the guy they are looking for, which is nice for a change, even if I have no intention of devoting 3 years of my life to windows.
I dropped Ian off at Monadnock this morning, and on my way back home I bought an ice coffee. I also listened to NPR and learned the correct pronunciation of Coos County, and that people in Coos County are leaving Coos County because there is not enough work to go around in Coos County.. Coos County.
Hmm.. I can't really remember much else, but it probably was not very important at all. I played lots of ukulele outside, which was fun as it usually is. I also stopped in to see Colline Dreyfuss, who has the laryngitis.
My family went out to eat tonight to celebrate my aunt's stay with us, and we ran into Nate Hardy on a date, which happened to be very funny.
My plan for this weekend is to play lots of music. Chris Vickery and I are long overdue for some jamming time, and hopefully we can find another guitarist who is better than me to join us. I also plan to do fun things like trespassing on private property and looking at mandolins to buy as well as socializing with reputable people. I will probably play a whole lot of ukulele as well as do a ton of yard work.
Sweet... C yha sun'e. Enjoy your weekend.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
???, Fresca and Blazer
Hey there.
What have you been doing? I have been lazing around strumming on my ukulele and generally enjoying having nothing to do at the moment.
Today I got up quite early to call Syd's Carpet and Snooze Room to see when I should go in for my interview. It turns out that they had no idea where my potential interviewer was, so I went in and left my application with someone who looked trustable. Hopefully she was an employee.
When I got back, I saw an ad in the paper for a window installing apprenticeship. I called, and was told that I should go in sometime next week. I don't know.. Apprenticeship? That probably means several years studying the fine art of window installing and just happens to pay almost $15 an hour.. Would it be a good idea to take time off from Keene State to learn a trade like that? I don't know.. When I know more I will give it some serious thought.
I also applied to be a dishwasher at the Brewery.. That might be a better idea..
I may have been a little forward in my praise of the work of Jerome K. Jerome. It is getting a little dull, and not exactly funny.. Maybe this has to do with reading it half asleep, but right now I would happily exchange it for some fan fiction from the young adult section at Borders. Maybe it will get more interesting though....
If I didn't mention it before, I got new ukulele strings in the mail today. I love playing a freshly strung ukulele. It is awesome, and I did it all day... It is more awesome that I am going to get paid to play said ukulele in the near future. You should play more ukulele too. DUDE!! Maybe one day I could start my own ukulele school and play it all day as a job. Awesome!!! Perhaps not. Speaking of instruments, my good old mandolin has seen better days. I hardly play the cumbus at all, because with the frets removed it doesn't sound very nice. I may start renovating it soon, but it would still be nice to have another mandolin that I can play without worrying it will fly apart in my hands... Maybe that would be a good investment when the cash starts rolling in. It may also help with gas prices..?
C ya tomorrow.
What have you been doing? I have been lazing around strumming on my ukulele and generally enjoying having nothing to do at the moment.
Today I got up quite early to call Syd's Carpet and Snooze Room to see when I should go in for my interview. It turns out that they had no idea where my potential interviewer was, so I went in and left my application with someone who looked trustable. Hopefully she was an employee.
When I got back, I saw an ad in the paper for a window installing apprenticeship. I called, and was told that I should go in sometime next week. I don't know.. Apprenticeship? That probably means several years studying the fine art of window installing and just happens to pay almost $15 an hour.. Would it be a good idea to take time off from Keene State to learn a trade like that? I don't know.. When I know more I will give it some serious thought.
I also applied to be a dishwasher at the Brewery.. That might be a better idea..
I may have been a little forward in my praise of the work of Jerome K. Jerome. It is getting a little dull, and not exactly funny.. Maybe this has to do with reading it half asleep, but right now I would happily exchange it for some fan fiction from the young adult section at Borders. Maybe it will get more interesting though....
If I didn't mention it before, I got new ukulele strings in the mail today. I love playing a freshly strung ukulele. It is awesome, and I did it all day... It is more awesome that I am going to get paid to play said ukulele in the near future. You should play more ukulele too. DUDE!! Maybe one day I could start my own ukulele school and play it all day as a job. Awesome!!! Perhaps not. Speaking of instruments, my good old mandolin has seen better days. I hardly play the cumbus at all, because with the frets removed it doesn't sound very nice. I may start renovating it soon, but it would still be nice to have another mandolin that I can play without worrying it will fly apart in my hands... Maybe that would be a good investment when the cash starts rolling in. It may also help with gas prices..?
C ya tomorrow.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Fire, Onions and Clinique Happy for Men
Alright are we? Hopefully we are.
Today I slept until 10, because of my late night yesterday. When you have no job/ classes or any other major time killer, you often find ways of expressing yourself that are not considered normal by polite society, like climbing through the tunnel at the Keene Kountry Klub golf course.. I have no negative opinion of the country club, but I happen to fetishize stupid acronyms.
So with a cup of coffee, the Keene Sentinel and an air of indefatigable optimism, I set about looking for a job. My eye came to rest on an ad for Syd's Carpet and Snooze room. It was asking for flooring installers with no experience, and as I have a little experience I thought that I am perhaps just the guy they are looking for. Instead of calling, I drove over there immediately and introduced myself personally. The person who knew about the jobs was not there, but I have an interview tomorrow. I am looking forward to it. I should probably dig out my work clothes and try to practice the facial expression that says I have been putting in floors since I was five.
Today, I finished off my dad's irrigation project and cooked 3 racks of ribs for 8 hours. I hate digging, but I love ribs.
Cool ha?
Well, that is about all.. Enjoy your Thursday, or possibly Friday, or whatever day you happen to read this..
Today I slept until 10, because of my late night yesterday. When you have no job/ classes or any other major time killer, you often find ways of expressing yourself that are not considered normal by polite society, like climbing through the tunnel at the Keene Kountry Klub golf course.. I have no negative opinion of the country club, but I happen to fetishize stupid acronyms.
So with a cup of coffee, the Keene Sentinel and an air of indefatigable optimism, I set about looking for a job. My eye came to rest on an ad for Syd's Carpet and Snooze room. It was asking for flooring installers with no experience, and as I have a little experience I thought that I am perhaps just the guy they are looking for. Instead of calling, I drove over there immediately and introduced myself personally. The person who knew about the jobs was not there, but I have an interview tomorrow. I am looking forward to it. I should probably dig out my work clothes and try to practice the facial expression that says I have been putting in floors since I was five.
Today, I finished off my dad's irrigation project and cooked 3 racks of ribs for 8 hours. I hate digging, but I love ribs.
Cool ha?
Well, that is about all.. Enjoy your Thursday, or possibly Friday, or whatever day you happen to read this..
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Craviola, Helium and Cranberry juice
Hey guys. Today was not a day of particular note. I simply filled out applications for employment. I so far have not had any calls back from anywhere I applied to last week. Am I doing something wrong? Probably.
I spent some time today on my dad's irrigation project. I got several mosquito bites from various mosquito's and a bit of back pain from various boulders. My hands were however not bothered, as I have retained a healthy amount of work callus. Is that spelled right?
I took the dog to Surry dam, which was nice, before picking up my sister from school. I then went home and rediscovered the band Nickle Creek. When I had an internship at a country station, my boss had given me one of their CD's, but I only ever listened to it once. I recently came across some videos for this band on the tubes, and I have decided that they are amazing..
Speaking of amazing, I have just had a great idea. I should tune my ukulele like a mandolin, and have it stapled to my right arm..................
I have continued to read three men in a boat by Jerome K. Jerome. It is awesome.. I do seem to be in the habit of reading books that are awesome. It has to be up there with the works of G. K. Chesterton and Glenn Beck.. If you knew who either of them were, it would be funny. Speaking of Glenn beck, I have been listening to too much talk radio again. Speaking of talk radio, I got a big surprise today. There is a show in Boston called the Howie Carr Show that is broadcast by AM 1290 WKBK in Keene. The whole point of the show is basically to make fun of Ted Kennedy and John Kerry, which to me is quite a noble premise. However today was different. It was weird to listen to Mr. Carr have to edit himself, and he did a noble job of it too, because no one should ever have to suffer with a brain tumor........
I spent some time today on my dad's irrigation project. I got several mosquito bites from various mosquito's and a bit of back pain from various boulders. My hands were however not bothered, as I have retained a healthy amount of work callus. Is that spelled right?
I took the dog to Surry dam, which was nice, before picking up my sister from school. I then went home and rediscovered the band Nickle Creek. When I had an internship at a country station, my boss had given me one of their CD's, but I only ever listened to it once. I recently came across some videos for this band on the tubes, and I have decided that they are amazing..
Speaking of amazing, I have just had a great idea. I should tune my ukulele like a mandolin, and have it stapled to my right arm..................
I have continued to read three men in a boat by Jerome K. Jerome. It is awesome.. I do seem to be in the habit of reading books that are awesome. It has to be up there with the works of G. K. Chesterton and Glenn Beck.. If you knew who either of them were, it would be funny. Speaking of Glenn beck, I have been listening to too much talk radio again. Speaking of talk radio, I got a big surprise today. There is a show in Boston called the Howie Carr Show that is broadcast by AM 1290 WKBK in Keene. The whole point of the show is basically to make fun of Ted Kennedy and John Kerry, which to me is quite a noble premise. However today was different. It was weird to listen to Mr. Carr have to edit himself, and he did a noble job of it too, because no one should ever have to suffer with a brain tumor........
Boxes, Italics and Hurling
How are you?
Today I did some stuff. I got an application from Amicci's and then went home for Apple Jacks. After a while I went out job hunting again. I also met up with my buddy Serena, who seems a little confused by some very important decisions she has to deal with and right now, and quite frankly she seems to be her own worst enemy. I took her to register for her GED exam, and then to the social security office to find out about medicaid. After that, we went job hunting together.
When I got home, I realised that I can play the mandolin really fast. I did this for some time, before realising that there were plenty of chores around the house that needed doing. Instead of this, I watched Spongebob with my sister. After 2 episodes, I really started to get into it.
I would really like to play more music. This can probably be arranged. Hopefully I can get paid for it too.
Something I have never really understood is musicians who although offered recording contracts, will turn them down for the sake of preserving their artistic integrity. Why? How can this make any sense? If someone ever offered me money to play music, I would play it's a small world after all for 24 hours straight if that is what they wanted.
Enough ranting.. Have a lovely week, and a super Tuesday.
And play more ukulele.
Today I did some stuff. I got an application from Amicci's and then went home for Apple Jacks. After a while I went out job hunting again. I also met up with my buddy Serena, who seems a little confused by some very important decisions she has to deal with and right now, and quite frankly she seems to be her own worst enemy. I took her to register for her GED exam, and then to the social security office to find out about medicaid. After that, we went job hunting together.
When I got home, I realised that I can play the mandolin really fast. I did this for some time, before realising that there were plenty of chores around the house that needed doing. Instead of this, I watched Spongebob with my sister. After 2 episodes, I really started to get into it.
I would really like to play more music. This can probably be arranged. Hopefully I can get paid for it too.
Something I have never really understood is musicians who although offered recording contracts, will turn them down for the sake of preserving their artistic integrity. Why? How can this make any sense? If someone ever offered me money to play music, I would play it's a small world after all for 24 hours straight if that is what they wanted.
Enough ranting.. Have a lovely week, and a super Tuesday.
And play more ukulele.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Kikuyu, Bandolim and Zeppole
How are you? I am fine. Tonight I am not going to go into some crappy right wing rant, but instead talk about what I did today.
I played mandolin this morning in church. When I got home, my parents were back from Connecticut with canolli and svogliatelle. I love Italian pastries. After a most delicious breakfast, I went on the computer to see what was happening on the online. Nothing was, and so after an episode of Spongebob, I went to practice for the benefit concert that my old folks group was putting on.
When I got there, many people were already present. I carried some stuff around, before taking up position behind a microphone. We were soon cranking out delightful sounding Catholic folk music. It was fun to play, and I had a very good time. There were about 70 to 100 people in the audience, many of whom I had never seen before. I even saw a friend or two, who to my surprise did not burst into flames upon entering a church.
During the intermission, the Kenyan version of zeppole was served, and as all zeppole like products are invariably delicious, I greatly enjoyed them. I noticed that the beneficiary of our concert was present. She was in Kenyan garb, and stuck out as much as humanly possible in rural New Hampshire. I was asked by our group leader if I would accompany her as she sang the Swahili song I had figured out on guitar around Christmas. I had not played it since then, but I quickly remembered. We gave a delightful multicultural rendition of this song, with me playing my 12 string.
After the intermission, a bluegrass band came up to play. It turned out that they were awesome, and that the banjo player was amazingly fast. During their performance, I read the essay our beneficiary had written about her culture, and why she had to leave it because of her tribal affiliations. It turns out that in Kenya, children are named after the order in which they are born which is interesting. Reading it made me realise just how much America rules, and even if we have problems, we are still the most free country in the world.
Well it was fun. After dinner, which was delicious, I took my sister to Walgreen's to buy a cheap camera. I ended up buying one too, so I can take pictures of myself blogging. Before we went out, I got a call from my brothers cellphone, which is lost. The person who called said that they had found it and were leaving it by the maintenance sheds at KSC. However when I arrived, I found that there was no phone.. After all this, I went to Borders to buy Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome. If you like Bill Bryson, you will love this book, and if you think he is annoying and thinks he is better than you, you would still love this book.
The end. C ya palz...
I played mandolin this morning in church. When I got home, my parents were back from Connecticut with canolli and svogliatelle. I love Italian pastries. After a most delicious breakfast, I went on the computer to see what was happening on the online. Nothing was, and so after an episode of Spongebob, I went to practice for the benefit concert that my old folks group was putting on.
When I got there, many people were already present. I carried some stuff around, before taking up position behind a microphone. We were soon cranking out delightful sounding Catholic folk music. It was fun to play, and I had a very good time. There were about 70 to 100 people in the audience, many of whom I had never seen before. I even saw a friend or two, who to my surprise did not burst into flames upon entering a church.
During the intermission, the Kenyan version of zeppole was served, and as all zeppole like products are invariably delicious, I greatly enjoyed them. I noticed that the beneficiary of our concert was present. She was in Kenyan garb, and stuck out as much as humanly possible in rural New Hampshire. I was asked by our group leader if I would accompany her as she sang the Swahili song I had figured out on guitar around Christmas. I had not played it since then, but I quickly remembered. We gave a delightful multicultural rendition of this song, with me playing my 12 string.
After the intermission, a bluegrass band came up to play. It turned out that they were awesome, and that the banjo player was amazingly fast. During their performance, I read the essay our beneficiary had written about her culture, and why she had to leave it because of her tribal affiliations. It turns out that in Kenya, children are named after the order in which they are born which is interesting. Reading it made me realise just how much America rules, and even if we have problems, we are still the most free country in the world.
Well it was fun. After dinner, which was delicious, I took my sister to Walgreen's to buy a cheap camera. I ended up buying one too, so I can take pictures of myself blogging. Before we went out, I got a call from my brothers cellphone, which is lost. The person who called said that they had found it and were leaving it by the maintenance sheds at KSC. However when I arrived, I found that there was no phone.. After all this, I went to Borders to buy Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome. If you like Bill Bryson, you will love this book, and if you think he is annoying and thinks he is better than you, you would still love this book.
The end. C ya palz...
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Leone, Makala and Antoria
Oh hey. I woke up this morning to find several things in the mail. I found two rejection letters from jobs that I applied for and some beef jerky from a relative in New Jersey... No joke, every month I get jerky in the mail.
I woke up early, to find that my dad was handing me money to buy my siblings and I food, because he, my mom and my aunt are going to a concert in Connecticut and leaving me in charge. I was surprised by this, as I had not previously been told anything about a concert.
Around 2, I drove my brother to his soccer game in Troy. I took my sister along, because I did not want to leave her at home by herself. It was an uneventful car ride, but I did manage to find a CD of the greatest Rock n' Roll hits of the 50's in my mom's glove compartment. In case you did not know, the Big Bopper is awesome at everything apart from airplanes.
On the way back from the awesome trip to Troy, I left my sister in the car and bought mandolin strings... I love everything about new mandolin stings, apart from attaching them to mandolins. It takes me 45 minutes to re- string and tune a mandolin, even with the cute little string winder I bought.
After a lot of other stuff, I went to Amicci's to get us some dinner. It took 30 minutes for my order to be ready, so in the time I was waiting I applied to be a delivery guy.. I think that is something I can do.. When I got home with dinner, my brother did not choose to join my sister and I at the table and instead leaned on the counter like a New Yorker late for an important conference call. This behavior is too progressive for my tastes.. Even with only 3 people, an air of decorum, civility and functionality should govern eating habits.
Well here we are.. My first day as head of the household went smoothly, and as the king of this house for the moment, it is only right that I enjoy a few kings of beers.. C ya palz..
I woke up early, to find that my dad was handing me money to buy my siblings and I food, because he, my mom and my aunt are going to a concert in Connecticut and leaving me in charge. I was surprised by this, as I had not previously been told anything about a concert.
Around 2, I drove my brother to his soccer game in Troy. I took my sister along, because I did not want to leave her at home by herself. It was an uneventful car ride, but I did manage to find a CD of the greatest Rock n' Roll hits of the 50's in my mom's glove compartment. In case you did not know, the Big Bopper is awesome at everything apart from airplanes.
On the way back from the awesome trip to Troy, I left my sister in the car and bought mandolin strings... I love everything about new mandolin stings, apart from attaching them to mandolins. It takes me 45 minutes to re- string and tune a mandolin, even with the cute little string winder I bought.
After a lot of other stuff, I went to Amicci's to get us some dinner. It took 30 minutes for my order to be ready, so in the time I was waiting I applied to be a delivery guy.. I think that is something I can do.. When I got home with dinner, my brother did not choose to join my sister and I at the table and instead leaned on the counter like a New Yorker late for an important conference call. This behavior is too progressive for my tastes.. Even with only 3 people, an air of decorum, civility and functionality should govern eating habits.
Well here we are.. My first day as head of the household went smoothly, and as the king of this house for the moment, it is only right that I enjoy a few kings of beers.. C ya palz..
Shape, Frog and Moon
Well instead of a crappy short post, or a long boring one about myself, I am today going to talk about something that I think is important, and that is argument. Please remember as you read this that I am only trying to paraphase my own recent thoughts/conversations I have had/ things I have listened to and read. I am presenting an argument from a certian point of view, and if you don't agree, you should tell me.
Argument has to be the single most important contributor to our democracy. It is what led to the Revolutionary War and it is what led to making our country and world as we know them today. If we didn't argue, and all thought the same things about everything, then there would be no need for democracy as we would be in some sort of futuristic super state or dead. It makes me angry when politicians say that they want have less argument and more of a singular mentality, because that would mean that there are no longer any right or wrong ideas. This is stupid, because as you know from experience, all ideas are not created equal... different actions lead to different consequences. Some actions lead to favorable consequences, and some lead to those that are unfavorable. Treating them both equally is the absence of discriminatory thought and common sense.
Something else I don't like is giving different things different names to make people feel comfortable with them. You would not call a cigarette a super super fun stick just to attract child smokers would you?........................... What I am talking about is of course socialism. As you may or may not know, socialism is the ultimate fight for equality. However, it usually does not work out that way, be it in the form of the National Socialists in Germany, the Soviets in Russia, the Fascists in Italy or Clement Attlee's Labour party in post WWII England. In fact, it usually means that things suck equally bad for almost everybody, especially the Jews. Although Clement Attlee was in my opinion not as bad as the others I mentioned, I just wanted to get his name into this one sided conversation. What is funny, is that Clement Attlee was a Socialist. He was proud of his socialism. If you take WWII out of the equation I am about to make, his manifesto is exactly the same as that of America's Democratic party today. Why can't they just call it what it is? Socialism is socialism, and socialism is not freedom as it was defined by our founding documents. Be honest..
This is something that has to be argued about, so start doing it now. Has the desire to be more co-operative and politically correct with everyone taken over all that history and the present has to teach us about what works and what doesn't? American Democracy works. Argument works, and it works better if terms are defined in their recognizable historical context.
That is all.. I don't know. I hate politics... I don't really understand enough of it to make such broad statements, and I do not care.. It is my blog, and you chose to read it. My nose hurts. My eyes are itchy, and I am tired. I need a new toothbrush.
Oh, and ukuleles are awesome.
Argument has to be the single most important contributor to our democracy. It is what led to the Revolutionary War and it is what led to making our country and world as we know them today. If we didn't argue, and all thought the same things about everything, then there would be no need for democracy as we would be in some sort of futuristic super state or dead. It makes me angry when politicians say that they want have less argument and more of a singular mentality, because that would mean that there are no longer any right or wrong ideas. This is stupid, because as you know from experience, all ideas are not created equal... different actions lead to different consequences. Some actions lead to favorable consequences, and some lead to those that are unfavorable. Treating them both equally is the absence of discriminatory thought and common sense.
Something else I don't like is giving different things different names to make people feel comfortable with them. You would not call a cigarette a super super fun stick just to attract child smokers would you?........................... What I am talking about is of course socialism. As you may or may not know, socialism is the ultimate fight for equality. However, it usually does not work out that way, be it in the form of the National Socialists in Germany, the Soviets in Russia, the Fascists in Italy or Clement Attlee's Labour party in post WWII England. In fact, it usually means that things suck equally bad for almost everybody, especially the Jews. Although Clement Attlee was in my opinion not as bad as the others I mentioned, I just wanted to get his name into this one sided conversation. What is funny, is that Clement Attlee was a Socialist. He was proud of his socialism. If you take WWII out of the equation I am about to make, his manifesto is exactly the same as that of America's Democratic party today. Why can't they just call it what it is? Socialism is socialism, and socialism is not freedom as it was defined by our founding documents. Be honest..
This is something that has to be argued about, so start doing it now. Has the desire to be more co-operative and politically correct with everyone taken over all that history and the present has to teach us about what works and what doesn't? American Democracy works. Argument works, and it works better if terms are defined in their recognizable historical context.
That is all.. I don't know. I hate politics... I don't really understand enough of it to make such broad statements, and I do not care.. It is my blog, and you chose to read it. My nose hurts. My eyes are itchy, and I am tired. I need a new toothbrush.
Oh, and ukuleles are awesome.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Makala, Bottle and Trench
Well, I hope you are all right. I am just fine, although I really am not in a posting mood.
My Aunt just arrived from the old country, and I finished reading a book.. I also am postponing some inevitable trouble by keeping the old cell phone turned off. How mature...
I received no callbacks from any of the five jobs that I applied for this week, which has nothing to do with my cellphone being off. This is disappointing, because I would like some employment. I really do seem to be quite useless to anyone........
So, I am looking forward to the help a Kenyan concert my geriatric singalong group is having this Sunday. I have a feeling that it may be quite awkward.
I am going to fall asleep on this keyboard now.. C ya l8r with a longer and informative message about the state of gas stations. I hate the prepay thing.. Especially as I usually pay in cash. And the prices... At least they are not at $9 a litre like in the old country..
Well it is time to go to sleep. Have a good Friday.....................................................
My Aunt just arrived from the old country, and I finished reading a book.. I also am postponing some inevitable trouble by keeping the old cell phone turned off. How mature...
I received no callbacks from any of the five jobs that I applied for this week, which has nothing to do with my cellphone being off. This is disappointing, because I would like some employment. I really do seem to be quite useless to anyone........
So, I am looking forward to the help a Kenyan concert my geriatric singalong group is having this Sunday. I have a feeling that it may be quite awkward.
I am going to fall asleep on this keyboard now.. C ya l8r with a longer and informative message about the state of gas stations. I hate the prepay thing.. Especially as I usually pay in cash. And the prices... At least they are not at $9 a litre like in the old country..
Well it is time to go to sleep. Have a good Friday.....................................................
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Eagle, Springwater and Caraf
Hi there.
Today I thought went OK. I spent a lot of time in the company of people who I do not have much respect for, and people I am steadily losing respect for. It is hard when you see people you like doing all the wrong things; making all the wrong decisions and being influenced by all the wrong people.
Well... What would you do? I don't think the ukulele can help in this matter, although it probably would not hurt. It might just supply some sad gentle background music. Speaking of sad background music, I have one of the most annoying songs ever stuck in my head right now. It is House on Pooh Corner by Kenny Loggins, and the worst and best thing is that I had never heard of Kenny Loggins until this afternoon. I found out that his work competes with It's a small world after all and herpes in terms of despicability and catchyness.
It is a small world after all. Speaking of small worlds, I grew up 5 miles from where Winnie the Pooh was set. Weird ha? But enough of that. I am going to play a game called describe where you are. I created this game to help people find out where they are in their lives, and were they are going and I will now play this game on my self for two reasons. The first is that I am bored and sleep is just not happening right now, and second because I want this to be a long post.
I am sitting in my room in my parents house. I am sitting behind a desk. On the desk are about 6 empty vitamin water bottles, a cellphone, a very old laptop with a broken keyboard, a new keyboard, 2 very futile and sticky coasters, a stack of re-writable CD's and a broken key chain with the Casey coat of arms on it.
In the wall behind me is a window. In the window are open blinds and a large fan. Sitting on the window sill is a bottle of Pastis I got some time during the winter, a full beer can, an empty beer can and a tin of Royal Dansk Luxury Wafers. In the corner to my right is a small table. On it is a tiny plant that I bought to make my room look nice, as well as a tambourine, a penny whistle and a tape of Molfettese folk songs. Behind my head is a portrait of our Lady of Guadalupe, and next to her is the crucifix I got when I was 11. In the other corner is a Shillelagh and a Crosman .177 air gun.
Moving a long the wall to my left is a closet. On the door of the closet hangs a piece of cloth with lots of signatures that I was given when I graduated from high school. From the handle hangs a set of panpipes and a wine skin with the emblem of the Spanish province of Cantabria affixed to it. Further up the wall is the guitar I bought for 5 pounds in England, and was fixed up and made almost playable 2 years ago. It is hung on the wall with nothing but some twine and a tac and in its strings is stuffed a copy of the poem "In Flanders Fields" that I was given when my history class went to Belgium. Hung next to the guitar is my very first mandolin. It was a very cheap model that I got many years ago, and I have not ever put new strings on it, and I probably should. Next to the mandolin is the first instrument I ever bought. It is a $10 Mahalo Ukulele that I bought when I was 15. I occasionally take it off the wall and give it a little strum.
In the next corner is a lamp. The lamp is broken in the middle, and is held together with scotch tape. In front of it is the little table I keep stuff on. Right now it has a basket of pennies, pictures of 3 saints, a little now empty caraf, and some CD's. This little table has a drawer, and in this drawer is some string, a hunting knife, a gun, a Bible and a book filled with signatures and parting messages my friends made for me before I left the old country.
On the wall facing me is a rug. It shows three Peruvian woman collecting water. I have no idea why I put it on the wall, but it looks good. In front of it is my bed. My bed is just the two mattresses that used to make up the bunk bed I shared with my brother in the old country. A few inches away is the door, and on the door are some shirts and a tweed hat...
On the wall to my right is an Absinthe poster. It is framed, to as to give the impression that the alcohol abuse it shows is somehow classy. Next to this is a calendar.
Slightly masking the huge poster of a scene of some Greek houses that I got as payment for one of my first musical gigs, is a huge bookshelf that I brought up from the basement to store the pile of books that was getting bigger by the day. The original bookcase that I built, which was made from a broken cutting board now fits on the bottom shelf, along with a cigar box containing the last undisclosed amount of cash that I got from honest labor. The second and third shelves happily deal with the rest of my books, while the 4th and 5th are dedicated to making me and my room smell good. There is also the stiletto I use to mark days off the calendar and a secret silver box.
Well, I don't know about you, but a few years ago I never thought I would have my own room. I have been very fortunate indeed. Lets hope that many others are as fortunate as I have been.
Today I thought went OK. I spent a lot of time in the company of people who I do not have much respect for, and people I am steadily losing respect for. It is hard when you see people you like doing all the wrong things; making all the wrong decisions and being influenced by all the wrong people.
Well... What would you do? I don't think the ukulele can help in this matter, although it probably would not hurt. It might just supply some sad gentle background music. Speaking of sad background music, I have one of the most annoying songs ever stuck in my head right now. It is House on Pooh Corner by Kenny Loggins, and the worst and best thing is that I had never heard of Kenny Loggins until this afternoon. I found out that his work competes with It's a small world after all and herpes in terms of despicability and catchyness.
It is a small world after all. Speaking of small worlds, I grew up 5 miles from where Winnie the Pooh was set. Weird ha? But enough of that. I am going to play a game called describe where you are. I created this game to help people find out where they are in their lives, and were they are going and I will now play this game on my self for two reasons. The first is that I am bored and sleep is just not happening right now, and second because I want this to be a long post.
I am sitting in my room in my parents house. I am sitting behind a desk. On the desk are about 6 empty vitamin water bottles, a cellphone, a very old laptop with a broken keyboard, a new keyboard, 2 very futile and sticky coasters, a stack of re-writable CD's and a broken key chain with the Casey coat of arms on it.
In the wall behind me is a window. In the window are open blinds and a large fan. Sitting on the window sill is a bottle of Pastis I got some time during the winter, a full beer can, an empty beer can and a tin of Royal Dansk Luxury Wafers. In the corner to my right is a small table. On it is a tiny plant that I bought to make my room look nice, as well as a tambourine, a penny whistle and a tape of Molfettese folk songs. Behind my head is a portrait of our Lady of Guadalupe, and next to her is the crucifix I got when I was 11. In the other corner is a Shillelagh and a Crosman .177 air gun.
Moving a long the wall to my left is a closet. On the door of the closet hangs a piece of cloth with lots of signatures that I was given when I graduated from high school. From the handle hangs a set of panpipes and a wine skin with the emblem of the Spanish province of Cantabria affixed to it. Further up the wall is the guitar I bought for 5 pounds in England, and was fixed up and made almost playable 2 years ago. It is hung on the wall with nothing but some twine and a tac and in its strings is stuffed a copy of the poem "In Flanders Fields" that I was given when my history class went to Belgium. Hung next to the guitar is my very first mandolin. It was a very cheap model that I got many years ago, and I have not ever put new strings on it, and I probably should. Next to the mandolin is the first instrument I ever bought. It is a $10 Mahalo Ukulele that I bought when I was 15. I occasionally take it off the wall and give it a little strum.
In the next corner is a lamp. The lamp is broken in the middle, and is held together with scotch tape. In front of it is the little table I keep stuff on. Right now it has a basket of pennies, pictures of 3 saints, a little now empty caraf, and some CD's. This little table has a drawer, and in this drawer is some string, a hunting knife, a gun, a Bible and a book filled with signatures and parting messages my friends made for me before I left the old country.
On the wall facing me is a rug. It shows three Peruvian woman collecting water. I have no idea why I put it on the wall, but it looks good. In front of it is my bed. My bed is just the two mattresses that used to make up the bunk bed I shared with my brother in the old country. A few inches away is the door, and on the door are some shirts and a tweed hat...
On the wall to my right is an Absinthe poster. It is framed, to as to give the impression that the alcohol abuse it shows is somehow classy. Next to this is a calendar.
Slightly masking the huge poster of a scene of some Greek houses that I got as payment for one of my first musical gigs, is a huge bookshelf that I brought up from the basement to store the pile of books that was getting bigger by the day. The original bookcase that I built, which was made from a broken cutting board now fits on the bottom shelf, along with a cigar box containing the last undisclosed amount of cash that I got from honest labor. The second and third shelves happily deal with the rest of my books, while the 4th and 5th are dedicated to making me and my room smell good. There is also the stiletto I use to mark days off the calendar and a secret silver box.
Well, I don't know about you, but a few years ago I never thought I would have my own room. I have been very fortunate indeed. Lets hope that many others are as fortunate as I have been.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Hardware, Painting and Strings
How is it going? Stressful? Don't worry, whenever you are stressed just pick up a ukulele and let your troubles float away on a cloud of gentle music.
I just came from a conformation ceremony at the ole Romish church. I have really committed myself to the group I play in, and so I show up whenever they ask me to. At the church were about 30 to 40 kids who had decided they wanted to be Catholic. There was also a Catholic bishop with his stupid hat and stick and a thick cloud of incense. I no longer see a need for incense.. If they want a pleasant smell, why not just get me to walk up and down the isles?
Well, the whole thing lasted about 2 hours, and at the end there were several new Catholics and a lot of old ones who seemed very happy that the ceremony was over. I left quite quickly, in case the bishop recognized me as the kid who pulled a silly face and pointed at him a few years ago. My family have since mounted the picture of this event on the wall of our living room.
So today was cool. I did not sleep in too late, which was nice. After a breakfast of rice peas and onions, I called Marlborough Greenhouses INC. To let them know I was still interested in a job with them, and I went down town to see if any local businesses would like me to play music for them this summer. It turned out that they would, which is great. I also ran into Nichole Brannen of all people, and we talked.
I could talk about ukuleles now, but I am not going to. Instead I am going to talk about how awesome you are for reading this ramble when you have far better things to do.
Good night and remember that in the best of all possible worlds, everyone would play ukuleles all day.
I just came from a conformation ceremony at the ole Romish church. I have really committed myself to the group I play in, and so I show up whenever they ask me to. At the church were about 30 to 40 kids who had decided they wanted to be Catholic. There was also a Catholic bishop with his stupid hat and stick and a thick cloud of incense. I no longer see a need for incense.. If they want a pleasant smell, why not just get me to walk up and down the isles?
Well, the whole thing lasted about 2 hours, and at the end there were several new Catholics and a lot of old ones who seemed very happy that the ceremony was over. I left quite quickly, in case the bishop recognized me as the kid who pulled a silly face and pointed at him a few years ago. My family have since mounted the picture of this event on the wall of our living room.
So today was cool. I did not sleep in too late, which was nice. After a breakfast of rice peas and onions, I called Marlborough Greenhouses INC. To let them know I was still interested in a job with them, and I went down town to see if any local businesses would like me to play music for them this summer. It turned out that they would, which is great. I also ran into Nichole Brannen of all people, and we talked.
I could talk about ukuleles now, but I am not going to. Instead I am going to talk about how awesome you are for reading this ramble when you have far better things to do.
Good night and remember that in the best of all possible worlds, everyone would play ukuleles all day.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Solid!!, Jigsaw and 21
How are you?
So, today was Monday. Usually Monday is one of my least favorite days, but today this was not the case. I ended up going to bed very early last night musha, so I awoke in the best possible form for a good start to the week. After doing some unimportant chore outside, I went upstairs to reacquaint myself with my ukulele, a cup of coffee and the classifieds. I read through the usual ads for lawn mowers and ballet lessons, and eventually I found a tiny square of writing no bigger than a stamp. It was an add for a job with Marlborough Greenhouses INC. Having nothing better to do, I visited their main office to ask about the job in question. When I arrived at the office, I was greeted by a small middle aged woman who offered me an application. The application was short.. Actually it was not really an application and more just a piece of paper asking me what my name was. After I had done this, I was greeted by Mr. LaCasse who is the owner. I had a short interview in which he asked me about my previous job experience, where I went to school and if I thought I could handle a 40 hour work week. It turned out that my job would be mowing lawns all day. As I spend a lot of time in the summer doing this for free, why not get payed for it? I thought the interview went quite well, and I will call them the day after tomorrow to see if I have the job or not.
When I got home, I spent a few care free hours with my ukulele. I don't know if I have ever mentioned this before, but I love ukuleles. There is something about the tiny four stringed lute that evokes a simpler life, a life free from worry about the extra 2 cumbersome strings the guitar offers. If you do not own a ukulele, buy one as soon as possible and I will buy it from you for double what you payed if in a year you regret it's presence in your house, car or office. They are possibly the cheapest and best instruments ever. Maybe I should start a ukulele support group, where people like me can get together, play ukuleles and talk about how awesome ukuleles are.
Well, I hope I get a job soon. A summer of hard work will be a good idea.
So, today was Monday. Usually Monday is one of my least favorite days, but today this was not the case. I ended up going to bed very early last night musha, so I awoke in the best possible form for a good start to the week. After doing some unimportant chore outside, I went upstairs to reacquaint myself with my ukulele, a cup of coffee and the classifieds. I read through the usual ads for lawn mowers and ballet lessons, and eventually I found a tiny square of writing no bigger than a stamp. It was an add for a job with Marlborough Greenhouses INC. Having nothing better to do, I visited their main office to ask about the job in question. When I arrived at the office, I was greeted by a small middle aged woman who offered me an application. The application was short.. Actually it was not really an application and more just a piece of paper asking me what my name was. After I had done this, I was greeted by Mr. LaCasse who is the owner. I had a short interview in which he asked me about my previous job experience, where I went to school and if I thought I could handle a 40 hour work week. It turned out that my job would be mowing lawns all day. As I spend a lot of time in the summer doing this for free, why not get payed for it? I thought the interview went quite well, and I will call them the day after tomorrow to see if I have the job or not.
When I got home, I spent a few care free hours with my ukulele. I don't know if I have ever mentioned this before, but I love ukuleles. There is something about the tiny four stringed lute that evokes a simpler life, a life free from worry about the extra 2 cumbersome strings the guitar offers. If you do not own a ukulele, buy one as soon as possible and I will buy it from you for double what you payed if in a year you regret it's presence in your house, car or office. They are possibly the cheapest and best instruments ever. Maybe I should start a ukulele support group, where people like me can get together, play ukuleles and talk about how awesome ukuleles are.
Well, I hope I get a job soon. A summer of hard work will be a good idea.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Orbit, Phone and Headstock
How y'all doin? If you are here but did not receive an invitation, then you should either check your inbox or congratulate yourself on finding the best content around.
So it is Sunday again. Sunday for me is the sort of day that I could get used to having more than one of. By this I mean that I quite like quiet uneventful days, because I am fully aware that there will soon be a time when these will not exist. This morning, I used my alarm. I got up at 8, Showered and made myself smell so good that you would burn all the flowers in the world just to catch a whiff of me. I then went to church to rehearse for the mass. I found out that some people do not like the music my group makes, because apparently 12 old timers and 2 shy kids are far too boisterous and irreverent for a Catholic Church.
After that, I went home to eat bread and butter. I find that even though we now have so many breakfast foods such as fruit loops and pop tarts, there is nothing quite as wholesome as stale New Jersey bread and butter to start your day. After doing some other stuff, such as watching TV, going swimming in very cold water and unintentionally exposing my birthday suit to an Indian family, I took my cumbus to retro music to see if they could re fret it for me. It turns out that they charge $250 for this service, and that is $150 more than the instrument originally cost. I really do not know what to do about this, as it hardly seems worth it. I may fill in the holes in the neck, plane it flat and put little pieces of masking tape on it so I know where to put my fingers, but I really would like some metal frets. I will definitely end up doing the whole project myself, but there are some complex mathematical equations involved, and I have previously stated that I will not use math ever again.
Besides all that, I was disappointed to learn today that my book about Benedicaria was out of stock at Amazon, and because of this my order had never gone through. However Wikipedia turned up a wealth of information on the subject, but books are better because they are expensive, and you can put them on your shelves to impress people.
If you are still reading, and you are, I would again like to shift this unorganized ramble in the direction of musical instruments. In the space between this paragraph and its predecessor, I picked up a ukulele and played it. I like ukuleles, and if I had the funds I would start a non profit organization to give every single person in the world a ukulele. Wouldn't that be awesome? If I thought stupid laws were a good idea and I had the power to make and enforce anything I wanted, I would insist that instead of a national identity card, everyone must carry a ukulele.
So it is Sunday again. Sunday for me is the sort of day that I could get used to having more than one of. By this I mean that I quite like quiet uneventful days, because I am fully aware that there will soon be a time when these will not exist. This morning, I used my alarm. I got up at 8, Showered and made myself smell so good that you would burn all the flowers in the world just to catch a whiff of me. I then went to church to rehearse for the mass. I found out that some people do not like the music my group makes, because apparently 12 old timers and 2 shy kids are far too boisterous and irreverent for a Catholic Church.
After that, I went home to eat bread and butter. I find that even though we now have so many breakfast foods such as fruit loops and pop tarts, there is nothing quite as wholesome as stale New Jersey bread and butter to start your day. After doing some other stuff, such as watching TV, going swimming in very cold water and unintentionally exposing my birthday suit to an Indian family, I took my cumbus to retro music to see if they could re fret it for me. It turns out that they charge $250 for this service, and that is $150 more than the instrument originally cost. I really do not know what to do about this, as it hardly seems worth it. I may fill in the holes in the neck, plane it flat and put little pieces of masking tape on it so I know where to put my fingers, but I really would like some metal frets. I will definitely end up doing the whole project myself, but there are some complex mathematical equations involved, and I have previously stated that I will not use math ever again.
Besides all that, I was disappointed to learn today that my book about Benedicaria was out of stock at Amazon, and because of this my order had never gone through. However Wikipedia turned up a wealth of information on the subject, but books are better because they are expensive, and you can put them on your shelves to impress people.
If you are still reading, and you are, I would again like to shift this unorganized ramble in the direction of musical instruments. In the space between this paragraph and its predecessor, I picked up a ukulele and played it. I like ukuleles, and if I had the funds I would start a non profit organization to give every single person in the world a ukulele. Wouldn't that be awesome? If I thought stupid laws were a good idea and I had the power to make and enforce anything I wanted, I would insist that instead of a national identity card, everyone must carry a ukulele.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Barber, Indian food and Water
Did anyone have trouble finding their way over here? I sure hope not; it really isn't that far.
How are you? I am just fine. Today I slept in, before reading classifieds and playing ukulele. Later I went down town to see what was up, and buy mothers day gifts. After seeing what was up, and asking the cashier what mothers like, I returned home. There was a lot of other stuff, before I went on the Internet to watch lots of stringed instrument videos.
Later, my dad returned from New Jersey, bringing Italian pastries and Bread. After dinner, I watched a little TV, before telling you all about it.
Well, on Monday, I am going to Allyson's Orchard to talk to Homer Dunn about my rototilling and fruit picking experience, and hopefully be accepted as a field hand. I have been in fields, and I have hands, so hopefully I will qualify. I do hope that EC have not neglected me, but just in case it would be nice to have some back ups.
Today I learned some Irish words. The first is "musha", which means indeed and "culabula" which means OK. Did you know that the Irish language has no equivalent of the words yes and no, so that explains the Hiberno- English habit of long winded answers that has long been adapted by politicians of every race and nationality. A good example of this is found in a quote by Eamon De Valera, who helped lead the Irish war of independence: "Every instinct of mine would indicate that I was meant to be a dyed-in-the-wool Tory, or even a bishop, rather than the leader of a revolution." Without the Hiberosemantics, ( I should start a phase coining company) the quote would simply read "I don't like fighting."
That's all. Have a good week.
How are you? I am just fine. Today I slept in, before reading classifieds and playing ukulele. Later I went down town to see what was up, and buy mothers day gifts. After seeing what was up, and asking the cashier what mothers like, I returned home. There was a lot of other stuff, before I went on the Internet to watch lots of stringed instrument videos.
Later, my dad returned from New Jersey, bringing Italian pastries and Bread. After dinner, I watched a little TV, before telling you all about it.
Well, on Monday, I am going to Allyson's Orchard to talk to Homer Dunn about my rototilling and fruit picking experience, and hopefully be accepted as a field hand. I have been in fields, and I have hands, so hopefully I will qualify. I do hope that EC have not neglected me, but just in case it would be nice to have some back ups.
Today I learned some Irish words. The first is "musha", which means indeed and "culabula" which means OK. Did you know that the Irish language has no equivalent of the words yes and no, so that explains the Hiberno- English habit of long winded answers that has long been adapted by politicians of every race and nationality. A good example of this is found in a quote by Eamon De Valera, who helped lead the Irish war of independence: "Every instinct of mine would indicate that I was meant to be a dyed-in-the-wool Tory, or even a bishop, rather than the leader of a revolution." Without the Hiberosemantics, ( I should start a phase coining company) the quote would simply read "I don't like fighting."
That's all. Have a good week.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Lemon, Mint and Saffron
Thank you for stopping by. Your patronage of this fine blog is most appreciated.
It has been a very nice week. The kind of week where I play lots of music, visit with lots of people, exchange kind parting words with my professors, actively pursue employment and generally try to do my best to make my little corner of the world a better place.
Apart from exaggerating my own self importance to the point of caricature and driving a lot, I have been reading. I am ashamed to say that I used my borders card to buy more Indiana Jones fan fiction. I am not a huge fan of the movies, and only picked up one of the books from our basement out of boredom. However, the author of these books is simply incredible at creating or presenting ideas, stories and images, and because of this I was up until past three trying to figure out what a mobius strip is and how it worked. For some reason I am very embarrassed about buying fan fiction. It could be that the books come from the kids section, or that they have brightly colored covers, or just the fact that the cashier looked at me in a peculiar way.
Today I spent some time on Youtube watching budget debates in the European parliament. I was struck by one fellow in particular. His name is Nigel Farrage, and as you may have guessed he is an English politician who represents the UK Independence Party, which has recently replaced the Liberal Democrats as the third largest political party in Great Britain. The views of this party are basically those of the Goldwater era Republican party. Their main goal is to make Britain a sovereign state again, by withdrawing from the EU. Although I like almost everything Nigel says (haha, Nigel is a girl's name), especially as I thought that all British politicians supported spending British money to fix French and Polish roads and bridges. I was however struck by the fact that it is slightly paradoxical for a political party to hold seats in a parliament that they don't believe should exist, and it seems that the "Chest" would agree with me: "When a politician is in opposition he is an expert on the means to some end; and when he is in office he is an expert on the obstacles to it."The Chest I refer to is of course the great G.K. Chest.
Well then, that is enough about me and what I think. What do you think? Why are you even reading this crap? Seriously dude, get a life..
Oh and, and buy more books by Jerome K. Jerome. Also mix a glass of vinegar with lemon juice and drink it every morning. I have never done this, so I want to see what it is like. Sometimes when I am bored, I like to change fonts. AWESOME!!!!11!
It has been a very nice week. The kind of week where I play lots of music, visit with lots of people, exchange kind parting words with my professors, actively pursue employment and generally try to do my best to make my little corner of the world a better place.
Apart from exaggerating my own self importance to the point of caricature and driving a lot, I have been reading. I am ashamed to say that I used my borders card to buy more Indiana Jones fan fiction. I am not a huge fan of the movies, and only picked up one of the books from our basement out of boredom. However, the author of these books is simply incredible at creating or presenting ideas, stories and images, and because of this I was up until past three trying to figure out what a mobius strip is and how it worked. For some reason I am very embarrassed about buying fan fiction. It could be that the books come from the kids section, or that they have brightly colored covers, or just the fact that the cashier looked at me in a peculiar way.
Today I spent some time on Youtube watching budget debates in the European parliament. I was struck by one fellow in particular. His name is Nigel Farrage, and as you may have guessed he is an English politician who represents the UK Independence Party, which has recently replaced the Liberal Democrats as the third largest political party in Great Britain. The views of this party are basically those of the Goldwater era Republican party. Their main goal is to make Britain a sovereign state again, by withdrawing from the EU. Although I like almost everything Nigel says (haha, Nigel is a girl's name), especially as I thought that all British politicians supported spending British money to fix French and Polish roads and bridges. I was however struck by the fact that it is slightly paradoxical for a political party to hold seats in a parliament that they don't believe should exist, and it seems that the "Chest" would agree with me: "When a politician is in opposition he is an expert on the means to some end; and when he is in office he is an expert on the obstacles to it."The Chest I refer to is of course the great G.K. Chest.
Well then, that is enough about me and what I think. What do you think? Why are you even reading this crap? Seriously dude, get a life..
Oh and, and buy more books by Jerome K. Jerome. Also mix a glass of vinegar with lemon juice and drink it every morning. I have never done this, so I want to see what it is like. Sometimes when I am bored, I like to change fonts. AWESOME!!!!11!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Ozium, Owl and Ketchup
How is everybody doing? I am just fine myself. In a few minutes I am going out to play Catholic music.
Today was my first day of summer. I slept until noon, and woke up feeling predictably terrible. Around 1, I drove to the Employment Security office to see if anything new had come up, but it had not. After this, I went to Serena's and we went out to lunch at Athens. Upon leaving, I met up with Imon and his Portuguese girlfriend before making my way back here to dig an irrigation trench in the back yard. I hate digging in New Hampshire. there are the most awful and awkward boulders every few feet that hurt your back very much. I also do not like digging in swampy areas, because it is mosquito season again. I got quite frustrated by the bugs, and eventually got a lighter and a pressurized can of cooking oil to fend them off. This was not a very good idea at all. Don't do it. I will be continuing the irrigation efforts tomorrow, with plenty of DEET and I will be driving to Alyson's Orchard to apply for an immigrant job there. That should be fun.
It seems that I have not written enough for a real post yet, so why not post a quote, and think about what it means?
"I agree with you that there is a natural aristocracy among men. The grounds of this are virtue and talents."
Thomas Jefferson, letter to John Adams (October 28, 1813)
I think that this quote is fascinating, and although it was hinted at in my inconvenient book, it was never mentioned. I think this quote is all about personal responsibility. Yes, we are all created equal, but after our creation the choices that we make determine who we are and what we will be. I think that this really defines self ownership in a way that made sense in 1813 just as well as it does today. This quote makes me think a lot, because it makes me realise yet again that absolutely everything we do, think or say is a choice. It is a choice to sleep, it is a choice to breath, it is a choice to eat and it is a choice to speak..In essence we are like computers, which work by on and off switches... Or something like that, and eventually we make Youtube.
Today was my first day of summer. I slept until noon, and woke up feeling predictably terrible. Around 1, I drove to the Employment Security office to see if anything new had come up, but it had not. After this, I went to Serena's and we went out to lunch at Athens. Upon leaving, I met up with Imon and his Portuguese girlfriend before making my way back here to dig an irrigation trench in the back yard. I hate digging in New Hampshire. there are the most awful and awkward boulders every few feet that hurt your back very much. I also do not like digging in swampy areas, because it is mosquito season again. I got quite frustrated by the bugs, and eventually got a lighter and a pressurized can of cooking oil to fend them off. This was not a very good idea at all. Don't do it. I will be continuing the irrigation efforts tomorrow, with plenty of DEET and I will be driving to Alyson's Orchard to apply for an immigrant job there. That should be fun.
It seems that I have not written enough for a real post yet, so why not post a quote, and think about what it means?
"I agree with you that there is a natural aristocracy among men. The grounds of this are virtue and talents."
Thomas Jefferson, letter to John Adams (October 28, 1813)
I think that this quote is fascinating, and although it was hinted at in my inconvenient book, it was never mentioned. I think this quote is all about personal responsibility. Yes, we are all created equal, but after our creation the choices that we make determine who we are and what we will be. I think that this really defines self ownership in a way that made sense in 1813 just as well as it does today. This quote makes me think a lot, because it makes me realise yet again that absolutely everything we do, think or say is a choice. It is a choice to sleep, it is a choice to breath, it is a choice to eat and it is a choice to speak..In essence we are like computers, which work by on and off switches... Or something like that, and eventually we make Youtube.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Carlstadt, Lava and KFC
How are you?
I am fine. I am done with college for this academic year. Today I had my last two finals, and I am very happy to be done. My first one, which was from my American history course went alright, and I feel that I did just fine. I also got my paper back, and it got an A/ B, which was nice.
I did some other stuff for the rest of the day, including watching a G.K. Chesterton special and shooting at stuff until my Spanish final which was at 3:30. I was very disappointed when I saw the test. It was exactly what I had hoped it would not be. It was all conjugating verbs, and I do not do this very well at all. I struggled with it for half an hour, before getting to the end and finding a writing assignment. The writing assignment was easy, and all I had to do was write about my weekend. Very happy with the writing assignment, but not the rest of the test, I handed the whole thing in. My professor however did not let me leave. She flicked through the test and found 4 uncompleted questions, before standing behind me and giving me hints. I left half an hour later and drove to the junk store near Romy's to see if they wanted a piano. They did not, but the guy told me how to register the thing at the Swanzey auction.
Well here I am.. I have not had any call backs from the jobs I applied for, or from EC Floor sanding to tell me if they had any jobs coming up. I will swing by the Employment security place tomorrow and see if anything new has come up. I really need to start working again.
I am fine. I am done with college for this academic year. Today I had my last two finals, and I am very happy to be done. My first one, which was from my American history course went alright, and I feel that I did just fine. I also got my paper back, and it got an A/ B, which was nice.
I did some other stuff for the rest of the day, including watching a G.K. Chesterton special and shooting at stuff until my Spanish final which was at 3:30. I was very disappointed when I saw the test. It was exactly what I had hoped it would not be. It was all conjugating verbs, and I do not do this very well at all. I struggled with it for half an hour, before getting to the end and finding a writing assignment. The writing assignment was easy, and all I had to do was write about my weekend. Very happy with the writing assignment, but not the rest of the test, I handed the whole thing in. My professor however did not let me leave. She flicked through the test and found 4 uncompleted questions, before standing behind me and giving me hints. I left half an hour later and drove to the junk store near Romy's to see if they wanted a piano. They did not, but the guy told me how to register the thing at the Swanzey auction.
Well here I am.. I have not had any call backs from the jobs I applied for, or from EC Floor sanding to tell me if they had any jobs coming up. I will swing by the Employment security place tomorrow and see if anything new has come up. I really need to start working again.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
China, Numbers and Coffee
Hi.
I am doing just fine. I found out that the test I thought I missed is actually tomorrow, so that was a relief. Today I did not have anything to do until 12. I ended up sleeping until 10, which was nice as I did not feel to horrible when I woke up. I sidled into my classroom at 11:55 and found 2 of my fellow students already there. As 12 o' clock drew steadily nearer, we began to notice that no one else was showing up. One of my peers checked online to see if our final exam was cancelled, and it turned out that we were just an hour early. I did not know what to do, so I went to Brewbakers on the off chance that I would find one of my friends or acquaintances there, but I did not. I then made my way to the tattoo place to see how much it would cost to have the Casey coat of arms and the Chi Rho stabbed into my body. Hearing the screams of pain coming from a patron of that fine establishment, I decided to wait, at least until I have a substantial arrest record, or have some military experience..
When I got back to my class, I found out that instead of an exam, we would be writing a 200 word description of what we thought of the class. Mine was an interesting and honest little essay.
I also got my paper back. I was expecting to get less than a C for it and so I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had a B minus. I then did some other stuff, before returning home to take Ian to school to get his computer.
What else?? Oh yeah. When we lived in the old country, we had some next door neighbors called the Dillanes. They were very nice, and left their back yard unlocked so all us neighbors could freely use their trampoline, and they did not mind that I would try to learn hotel California loudly a few inches away from their windows. We also found out the the man of the house Steven Dillane was an actor. We watched one of his movies with one of his kids Frank, which was called the Parole Officer. It was quite well known in England, but I don't think it was ever released here. My point is not that I knew someone famous. My point is that I recently read about the HBO mini series called John Adams, which my favorite radio host has been giving lofty praise. We do not have HBO, and so I am relegated to watching trailers on Youtube, and reading about it on Wikipedia. As you may or may not know, I have recently been reading a lot about Thomas Jefferson, and so I was really shocked to learn that my favorite founding father was played by none other Steven Dillane. The Steven Dillane. Cool ha?
Anyway, my family has been eating out a lot lately. I do not know what caused this expensive pattern of behavior, but I do know that I am grateful that they take me along. Last night we were at La Carretta. It was the 5th of May (Speak English) and so they had the Veronica Robles Mariachi band going from table to table. They sang my request Malaguena Salerosa (Girl from Malaga and a word that Google translator does not know) which was nice and also awkward, because Veronica was only a few inches from my face, and she could hold a note for at least a minute.
Well, I hope you enjoy your evening. I will be studying for 2 tests tomorrow, and will thus be drinking caffeinated products and singing.
I am doing just fine. I found out that the test I thought I missed is actually tomorrow, so that was a relief. Today I did not have anything to do until 12. I ended up sleeping until 10, which was nice as I did not feel to horrible when I woke up. I sidled into my classroom at 11:55 and found 2 of my fellow students already there. As 12 o' clock drew steadily nearer, we began to notice that no one else was showing up. One of my peers checked online to see if our final exam was cancelled, and it turned out that we were just an hour early. I did not know what to do, so I went to Brewbakers on the off chance that I would find one of my friends or acquaintances there, but I did not. I then made my way to the tattoo place to see how much it would cost to have the Casey coat of arms and the Chi Rho stabbed into my body. Hearing the screams of pain coming from a patron of that fine establishment, I decided to wait, at least until I have a substantial arrest record, or have some military experience..
When I got back to my class, I found out that instead of an exam, we would be writing a 200 word description of what we thought of the class. Mine was an interesting and honest little essay.
I also got my paper back. I was expecting to get less than a C for it and so I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had a B minus. I then did some other stuff, before returning home to take Ian to school to get his computer.
What else?? Oh yeah. When we lived in the old country, we had some next door neighbors called the Dillanes. They were very nice, and left their back yard unlocked so all us neighbors could freely use their trampoline, and they did not mind that I would try to learn hotel California loudly a few inches away from their windows. We also found out the the man of the house Steven Dillane was an actor. We watched one of his movies with one of his kids Frank, which was called the Parole Officer. It was quite well known in England, but I don't think it was ever released here. My point is not that I knew someone famous. My point is that I recently read about the HBO mini series called John Adams, which my favorite radio host has been giving lofty praise. We do not have HBO, and so I am relegated to watching trailers on Youtube, and reading about it on Wikipedia. As you may or may not know, I have recently been reading a lot about Thomas Jefferson, and so I was really shocked to learn that my favorite founding father was played by none other Steven Dillane. The Steven Dillane. Cool ha?
Anyway, my family has been eating out a lot lately. I do not know what caused this expensive pattern of behavior, but I do know that I am grateful that they take me along. Last night we were at La Carretta. It was the 5th of May (Speak English) and so they had the Veronica Robles Mariachi band going from table to table. They sang my request Malaguena Salerosa (Girl from Malaga and a word that Google translator does not know) which was nice and also awkward, because Veronica was only a few inches from my face, and she could hold a note for at least a minute.
Well, I hope you enjoy your evening. I will be studying for 2 tests tomorrow, and will thus be drinking caffeinated products and singing.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Stiletto, Body Powder and Candles
Nice to see you here.
So today was cool. I woke up and drove to my final exam for my American History class. I was surprised to find that nobody was there, apart from a contractor fixing the bathroom. He laughed at me and called me unorganized. I was really surprised that my test was not happening. In my syllabus it says that my final exam was last Wednesday, but I do not remember it.. There must be some new information that I am not party to... So after that, I drove to NH employment security and registered with them. I ended up applying for 4 different jobs. The jobs are: Migrant farm laborer, Dishwasher at the kountry klub, The guy at Walmart who watches the cameras and a traffic control officer.
I hope that I get at least 1 of those, especially the traffic control officer.. So anyway, last night I went out for a drive by myself. This made me realise how very few friends I have, and how I do not do enough to stay in contact with them.. I drove around for an hour or so, and stopped at Walgreen's to buy more Gold Bond. It is sometimes good to just go somewhere and think by yourself. While I was leaving Walgreen's, a man in a black Pontiac Firebird pulled up to me and asked if I knew how to get to Keene. His car was emitting the subtle aroma of restricted substances, and he seemed to be quite confused. I gave him directions to Walpole, just to mess with him and sent him on his way, telling him to be careful.
So anyway, today I got some things in the mail. The first was a check from Uncle Sam. Uncle Sam is the sort of family member who likes to take lots of money, and then send you a small portion of it back as a sort of "Screw You" to his nephews and nieces. My stiletto also arrived, which is nice because I like shiny things that I can stand in front of the mirror with and look tough.
Tonight I am going out to play mandolin for a Novena to the Holy Spirit.. Novenas are the things my grandma nearly got heavily fined for when she tried to light the candle we smuggled to her when she was in the hospital. Luckily Dr. Sanjay understood, and allowed her to plug an electric candle into the socket usually reserved for oxygen tanks and life support apparatus.
Well, that is about all from me today.. Take care, and enjoy your evening.
So today was cool. I woke up and drove to my final exam for my American History class. I was surprised to find that nobody was there, apart from a contractor fixing the bathroom. He laughed at me and called me unorganized. I was really surprised that my test was not happening. In my syllabus it says that my final exam was last Wednesday, but I do not remember it.. There must be some new information that I am not party to... So after that, I drove to NH employment security and registered with them. I ended up applying for 4 different jobs. The jobs are: Migrant farm laborer, Dishwasher at the kountry klub, The guy at Walmart who watches the cameras and a traffic control officer.
I hope that I get at least 1 of those, especially the traffic control officer.. So anyway, last night I went out for a drive by myself. This made me realise how very few friends I have, and how I do not do enough to stay in contact with them.. I drove around for an hour or so, and stopped at Walgreen's to buy more Gold Bond. It is sometimes good to just go somewhere and think by yourself. While I was leaving Walgreen's, a man in a black Pontiac Firebird pulled up to me and asked if I knew how to get to Keene. His car was emitting the subtle aroma of restricted substances, and he seemed to be quite confused. I gave him directions to Walpole, just to mess with him and sent him on his way, telling him to be careful.
So anyway, today I got some things in the mail. The first was a check from Uncle Sam. Uncle Sam is the sort of family member who likes to take lots of money, and then send you a small portion of it back as a sort of "Screw You" to his nephews and nieces. My stiletto also arrived, which is nice because I like shiny things that I can stand in front of the mirror with and look tough.
Tonight I am going out to play mandolin for a Novena to the Holy Spirit.. Novenas are the things my grandma nearly got heavily fined for when she tried to light the candle we smuggled to her when she was in the hospital. Luckily Dr. Sanjay understood, and allowed her to plug an electric candle into the socket usually reserved for oxygen tanks and life support apparatus.
Well, that is about all from me today.. Take care, and enjoy your evening.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Chilled, Vitamins and Blend
Hey there, glad to see you came.
Well, today was Sunday. Sundays usually go differently from Saturdays. I woke up, made myself smell nice, went to church to do church stuff, ate some food and drank some drinks. It was very typical..
So I have a week of exams coming up. By a week of exams, I mean 2 exams... Should be pretty easy.
Well, I really do not have anything to say to you today. I really did not do anything. I may go out later to meet Serena's new room mate, and again I might not. I may also go to Borders to buy a DVD or book, and again I might not. I may drop in at circuit city to see what iMON is doing after work, and again I may not. I really have nothing to do, so I could wait by the phone or my Myspace page to see if anything exciting is happening, but it probably wont be. Perhaps I will do something I have never done before, and just get in the car by myself and drive with no goal in sight and see where I end up, but with gas at the price it is, that is probably not a good idea. I will probably end up finishing season 1 of The Riches, but really I have nothing major planned. If I really wanted to bore the crap out of myself, I could always visit some Catholic students, but really that is not something I would enjoy..
Wow, that was a boring paragraph.. Well, it seems that it is just you me and The Riches this evening. Have fun..
Lets hope for something a little more interesting to write about.
Well, today was Sunday. Sundays usually go differently from Saturdays. I woke up, made myself smell nice, went to church to do church stuff, ate some food and drank some drinks. It was very typical..
So I have a week of exams coming up. By a week of exams, I mean 2 exams... Should be pretty easy.
Well, I really do not have anything to say to you today. I really did not do anything. I may go out later to meet Serena's new room mate, and again I might not. I may also go to Borders to buy a DVD or book, and again I might not. I may drop in at circuit city to see what iMON is doing after work, and again I may not. I really have nothing to do, so I could wait by the phone or my Myspace page to see if anything exciting is happening, but it probably wont be. Perhaps I will do something I have never done before, and just get in the car by myself and drive with no goal in sight and see where I end up, but with gas at the price it is, that is probably not a good idea. I will probably end up finishing season 1 of The Riches, but really I have nothing major planned. If I really wanted to bore the crap out of myself, I could always visit some Catholic students, but really that is not something I would enjoy..
Wow, that was a boring paragraph.. Well, it seems that it is just you me and The Riches this evening. Have fun..
Lets hope for something a little more interesting to write about.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Ice, Sponge and Margarette
So today I totally slept until noon. It was a good day for it, as Saturdays often are. The only thing I do not like about sleeping in is getting up. It somehow feels worse to me than waking up after a near sleepless night. I don't know why this is, but it is probably because of the feeling of having wasted half of a perfectly good day in a half asleep half awake stupor drooling on your chin. When I finally woke up enough, I read, until the inevitable hunger that usually follows a day in bed overtook me. After making myself smell absolutely wonderful, I went down stairs and nuked some leftover calzone.
After that, I wrote a song. Playing guitar at 2 in the morning is not something I usually do these days, so when I called Doktor Vickery very very early this morning to tell him I had the best chord progression ever, he was not best pleased. It is an awesome song, that is essentially the chords from 3 different catholic songs smushed together, with non sensical lyrics about my day over the top.
Today was my parents "Versery" so we went out to eat. While we were there, we talked about the Germans, and how a certain family at my sister's school probably has a bunker somewhere in their house. After dinner, I discovered that I was a designated driver, and so after leaving my parents at a watering hole, I drove my siblings home. I am now awaiting the call to pick up the parents, so what better to do in the mean time than share my day with you?
Also, If you have no plans for Sunday the 18th, you should come and support my Catholic group's resident Kenyan. There will be semi legal gambling, Bluegrass, and Tony playing mandolin with his group... Oh there is the call, see you soon.
After that, I wrote a song. Playing guitar at 2 in the morning is not something I usually do these days, so when I called Doktor Vickery very very early this morning to tell him I had the best chord progression ever, he was not best pleased. It is an awesome song, that is essentially the chords from 3 different catholic songs smushed together, with non sensical lyrics about my day over the top.
Today was my parents "Versery" so we went out to eat. While we were there, we talked about the Germans, and how a certain family at my sister's school probably has a bunker somewhere in their house. After dinner, I discovered that I was a designated driver, and so after leaving my parents at a watering hole, I drove my siblings home. I am now awaiting the call to pick up the parents, so what better to do in the mean time than share my day with you?
Also, If you have no plans for Sunday the 18th, you should come and support my Catholic group's resident Kenyan. There will be semi legal gambling, Bluegrass, and Tony playing mandolin with his group... Oh there is the call, see you soon.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Bud, Mango and Rain
How y'all doing, It is Friday right now, and I just got back from playing mandolin at a Catholic event. My week is finally over, and tonight I am going to go out and do something fun for a change.
So, with the week and spring Semester almost over I think now would be a good time to give my over all opinion of college.. I can do it.. There you go. It can be boring hard at times, and at other times it can be wickedly easy, fun and interesting. If my parents will keep paying for me to go, I don't see any problems. Like anything, I suppose what you get out of it depends on what you put in. Next year, I am going to try to get my GPA up to something good, and really invest in all my classes because when you work hard and do a good job at anything, be it a paper or a wood floor and take pride in your work, it can be quite fulfilling.
Speaking of wood floors, I called EC Floor Sanding today and got the answering machine. It barked angrily at me in it's extremely heavy regional dialect to leave a message, before Mrs. EC picked up the phone. It seems that they will be happy to have me back, as long as they have plenty of jobs, which hopefully they will.
I have nothing to do for half an hour, and I want to save some topics for other posts, so why not talk about books? I just got an amazon gift card for $5o from a relative. I used it to buy "Magical Catholicism" by Vito Quattrocchi, which is about the folk magic of southern Italy, and the pre christian influence on Italian Catholicism as well as the practices of Benedicaria. It promises to be interesting. I bought it because of the stories my mom told me about the scary woman who lived downstairs from her growing up. She was called Lucrezz' and promised to cure everything from tape worms to the evil eye with garlic and holy water. I also used the card to buy a stiletto (knife) and "Common Sense 101: Lessons from G.K. Chesterton" as well as a set of uncorrodable mandolin strings.
I hope you have a very nice weekend, and a week that will not make you wish it was the weekend again. Just remember that whenever possible save your breath for cooling your porridge, and make sure you don't buy a caravan with no wheels...
So, with the week and spring Semester almost over I think now would be a good time to give my over all opinion of college.. I can do it.. There you go. It can be boring hard at times, and at other times it can be wickedly easy, fun and interesting. If my parents will keep paying for me to go, I don't see any problems. Like anything, I suppose what you get out of it depends on what you put in. Next year, I am going to try to get my GPA up to something good, and really invest in all my classes because when you work hard and do a good job at anything, be it a paper or a wood floor and take pride in your work, it can be quite fulfilling.
Speaking of wood floors, I called EC Floor Sanding today and got the answering machine. It barked angrily at me in it's extremely heavy regional dialect to leave a message, before Mrs. EC picked up the phone. It seems that they will be happy to have me back, as long as they have plenty of jobs, which hopefully they will.
I have nothing to do for half an hour, and I want to save some topics for other posts, so why not talk about books? I just got an amazon gift card for $5o from a relative. I used it to buy "Magical Catholicism" by Vito Quattrocchi, which is about the folk magic of southern Italy, and the pre christian influence on Italian Catholicism as well as the practices of Benedicaria. It promises to be interesting. I bought it because of the stories my mom told me about the scary woman who lived downstairs from her growing up. She was called Lucrezz' and promised to cure everything from tape worms to the evil eye with garlic and holy water. I also used the card to buy a stiletto (knife) and "Common Sense 101: Lessons from G.K. Chesterton" as well as a set of uncorrodable mandolin strings.
I hope you have a very nice weekend, and a week that will not make you wish it was the weekend again. Just remember that whenever possible save your breath for cooling your porridge, and make sure you don't buy a caravan with no wheels...
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Honesty, Coffee and KSC
how are you?
I had a good day today. I did not do anything remotely exiting, but that's OK. The reason it was good is because I finally handed in my Irish paper.
This morning, I made a few small changes to my bibliography before going to my meeting at the KSC writing center. Some of the tutors seemed quite peeved at the amount of papers they had to read. Jahrley was one of them, and she was glad that I had only brought my conclusion instead of the whole paper. She gave me some good advice that I wish I could have Incorporated, before I discovered that EC Floor Sanding had put in the writing center's floors. This was easy to tell because any other installer would have filled in the cracks and cut the edges smoothly.
After a cup of coffee from the student center, I went to my class to hand in my paper.. I found out that instead of just dropping it off, I had to write a reflection on how writing the paper had gone and how I felt about it, as well as skeletal outline of what it was about. It was funny, because I thought that I had to be doing much worse than everyone else in terms of paper writing, by the descriptions of how long my classmates said papers were, and how the tutors at the writing center had told them not to change a thing. It turned out that at just above the minimum, I had the second longest paper in the class... Just behind Cass's friend. It is funny for me when people lie about how much work they do, but have nothing to show in the end.. Well, needless to say it was a great weight off my mind, especially since I have no more papers to write this semester. I promptly went home and watched almost all of season 1 of The Riches online, and took a long nap. I also read plenty of An Inconvenient Book as well as a letter from the bank that says I have more money than I thought I did.. Speaking of money, I also went to sell some of my expensive textbooks back to Keene State. I watched in slack jawed disbelief as the clerk handed me $6 for 4 books that collectively cost nearly $50. There is probably a better way to get some sort of compensation out of them, but I have yet to find it.
Piano anyone???
I had a good day today. I did not do anything remotely exiting, but that's OK. The reason it was good is because I finally handed in my Irish paper.
This morning, I made a few small changes to my bibliography before going to my meeting at the KSC writing center. Some of the tutors seemed quite peeved at the amount of papers they had to read. Jahrley was one of them, and she was glad that I had only brought my conclusion instead of the whole paper. She gave me some good advice that I wish I could have Incorporated, before I discovered that EC Floor Sanding had put in the writing center's floors. This was easy to tell because any other installer would have filled in the cracks and cut the edges smoothly.
After a cup of coffee from the student center, I went to my class to hand in my paper.. I found out that instead of just dropping it off, I had to write a reflection on how writing the paper had gone and how I felt about it, as well as skeletal outline of what it was about. It was funny, because I thought that I had to be doing much worse than everyone else in terms of paper writing, by the descriptions of how long my classmates said papers were, and how the tutors at the writing center had told them not to change a thing. It turned out that at just above the minimum, I had the second longest paper in the class... Just behind Cass's friend. It is funny for me when people lie about how much work they do, but have nothing to show in the end.. Well, needless to say it was a great weight off my mind, especially since I have no more papers to write this semester. I promptly went home and watched almost all of season 1 of The Riches online, and took a long nap. I also read plenty of An Inconvenient Book as well as a letter from the bank that says I have more money than I thought I did.. Speaking of money, I also went to sell some of my expensive textbooks back to Keene State. I watched in slack jawed disbelief as the clerk handed me $6 for 4 books that collectively cost nearly $50. There is probably a better way to get some sort of compensation out of them, but I have yet to find it.
Piano anyone???
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