03/28/2004 - 04/04/2004
So I guess I'm going to the Barn Owl show on saturday. At first it was an idle thought, but destiny has been subtly hinting to me that I ought to go by arranging random encounters for me with various members of the band. As of now, in addition to the incident related in Leo's post, I met the lead singer while photocopying articles from scholarly journals (just like a real college student!) in the York li-barry. Anyways, the guy recognized me (me, of all people!)and told me about the show, so I guess I'm going, and I strongly advise anyone (anyone) in the city (Andrea, people who live here, others?) to come with me. It'll be fun!
Rancho Relaxo at 9.
We had our championship meet in Sudbury this weekend, and now I am officially done swimming (at least for Queen's, and at least for a year or so). It was amazingly fun, and I saw some teammates from my old club in Ottawa that I hadn't seen in 8 or 9 years, so that was pretty cool. On the way back we stopped in Parry Sound to eat, only to encounter four other teams who had done the same thing. So there were about 120 people trying to get food at a Tim Horton's and a McDonald's, the former of which ran out of bread after 20 minutes. It took a ridiculous amount of time, and we didn't get back to Kingston until 4am. Then I had to write a midterm at 2:30, and somehow I don't think it went well. I'm pretty sure I was still 3/4 asleep at that point.
And one of my sisters is getting married this August... in Alaska! (Her fiancée is from Alaska) I'm so excited. The flight is fairly expensive, so I'll probably hang out there for a few weeks and camp or whatnot so as to make the most of it.
I'll be in Toronto on Friday and/or Saturday possibly visiting my brother and his wife.
Current Mood: emo
Current Song: Benjamin Gibbard - Choir Vandals
But seriously. I was listening to Ben Gibbard (Death Cab) cover Choir Vandals (the AmAnSet) and I thought, "If anyone ever asks me if I regret anything in life, I'll say 'I should have danced.'"
In the thick of Improv right now. Tomorrow through Saturday nights I'm judging in the DAG-RON zone. Kative's coming in on Saturday night for improv, concerts, hilarity? It'll be nice to see her. I'm putting her up for the night.
Jonna and I spent Tuesday morning painting a section of Queen St. with lil' hearts. You can check out our handiwork at newmindspace. It was a great turnout, and a lot of fun, but I was fucking COLD by the end. We have good ideas for this summer, possibly, that builds off this-- have you ever heard of those week-long events where people walk six kilometers with a big jug of water (ending up at some important building, of course) to demonstrate how far most of the world has to travel for water? They have a name or something. Anyway, it would be cool to do one of those, but to plot out the path with chalk feet... just an idea anyway...
She's in North Bay now. Till Sunday. Suck.
I've been frantically, ish, trying to catch up with overdue homework. It's not really working. It's stuff like this that makes me wonder what the fuck I'm trying to accomplish at school. (It doesn't help that Ben Gibbard is singing "You're wasting your life" at me. Fuck you, Ben Gibbard. Also, Andrew Kenny. Cause he wrote the song.) I felt really bad about how long this goddamn proposal I've been doing has taken me, but then I realised that I just started yesterday afternoon, and it's like four pages long. It's a fucking essay. I'm writing an essay about the essay I'm going to write in like a week. Acadamia is a joke.
J-Cup! You'll like this, it's about blogs. "The Dumpster", they call it-- "an information visualisation using data from web logs to plot the romantic lives of teenagers." I think it automatically trolls blogs for the word "dump" and "broke up", because there are some posts about things getting ice water (and other Disney-esque things) being dumped on bad guys' heads and ice breaking up. But it's pretty, and neat, and full of such revelations as "ne way nathan i broke up with nick 4 u... well im gon na go" and "um i broke up with Jimmy. Uhh what else. i have an ortho appointment monday? that s exciting." But then some are all about how "boo hoo everything's awful, I'm going to die, wahhh....." Anyway, it's an awesome way to waste time. As if you need it.
OH that sand thing was awesome! But what Leo was actually talking about was Conway's Game of Life. Check it out. I love the little move-y bits that form... flyers and shuttles and the like. It's pretty fabulous. This wiki can tell you more than the site can, but the site is good because it has a little java applet that lets you try it. I have a neat idea that I want to try with this. More on that some other time.
Actually that's all I care to talk about right now. Ummm, Box + Andrea + JCup + out of townies: When will you be in + when can we party? Next saturday? Friday? What?
It seems like it's actually more cliche to hate Valentine's Day these days than to love it. I don't care, I'm sticking with my grumbling and cane-shaking. But I do choose today to present to yall a very special Valentine's Day Edition of Apple Sunshine. Truth be told, I didn't have V-day in mind when I finished the comic a week ago but then it occurred to me I could connect these things.
Salmon Eye went to Catch23 last night and they were Valentizing with exes Julie and Kurt and Ryan "Vacky" Hayes and Becky Johnson. Anyways, Ryan and Becky were so nasty all night it was awesome. Exposing each other's issues and insecurities and attacking them. Today I am wondering if maybe it was a hoax. It was almost too good, too cruel.
But then Salmon Eye went to Green Room and Sam saluted the drummer of "The Barn-Owls" when he entered. Then Salmon Eye went to Vesta Leuuunch at 1 a.m. and we started talking politics with this older middle aged Russian(?) guy. He said the one thing that the USA has over us is that they can't elect Presidents for more than two terms. I said I basically agreed, but pointed out that the Bush Dynasty represents a similar continuation of interests. He agreed. He said there have only been three great presidents: Lincoln, Kennedy and Clinton. Clinton? Sam said Teddy Roosevelt.
The Olympic Opening ceremonies were on Friday afternoon. I was sitting in one of our student pubs drinking a $9.75 pitcher of beer. With a projected TV audience of about 1 billion I can safely say I wasn't the only one thinking "what the fuck is going on?" The people who produce the ceremonies love symbolism about peace, harmony, hope, unity, perseverance and other one word concepts that belong on shitty posters in dorm rooms/high school guidance counselor's offices.
The Olympics are a strange phenomenon. For two weeks every four year people suddenly care about sports that they ignore for the other 206 weeks, like luge, biathlon or speed skating. But for those two weeks everyone suddenly becomes an armchair expert. We think that parroting the TV commentators entitles us to express our own uneducated opinions.
Later on Friday I got cleaned up and went with Kate to her rowing formal, which she has been excited about since December. Rowing, rugby and fencing are the three sports that the Trent administration likes to promote. I don't actually know if any of them are successful because I don't watch them compete, just like the rest of the student body. Anyway, there's about 70 or 80 rowers, who are generally regarded as a bunch of alcoholic party animals, they're good people. Before the actual formal dinner business everyone congregates at the Brock Manor a largish house that for years has only housed rowers, it's hereditary. Also it's right beside the enormous Quaker Oats factory so it always smells delicious. At the Brock Manor there was a at least bottle of free wine for each person, not a wine glass in sight. It was a party to make Bacchus proud. I had a long conversation with a guy who spent 10 weeks last summer riding his bike from Vancouver to Halifax, gave me lots of ideas.
After a couple minutes I realized something about this party: it was like the Hitler Youth won WW2. Almost the entire house was filled with tall, attractive, athletic white people (and one black guy). It seems strange that rowing would be so unrepresentative of the whole Trent student population. The coxswains (the person who steers the boat and yells STROKE STROKE STROKE) were easily identifiable because they were all under 5'6".
Ryan, Tom and I were bored so we started drawing pictures of tanks, sporty rocket cars, a moose, Duck Man and Tits Magee which are now stuck to the fridge. Being full of good cheer we thought it would be a good idea to run barefoot through the snow to the end of our backyard. We tried to convince Devon to join in our fun but he sucks and is lame. Needless to say our feet were very cold. The neigbours probably were not very happy to be awakened by shrieks and screaming profanity at 2am. We decided on the spot to form the Feet On Snow Club and to see how many of our friends we could get to paricipate in our new rite of passage to manhood.
Okay, for those who haven't heard yet: Dick Cheney Shot a Man!
Now, i'm willing, even able to believe that this well could be an accident, but then again...
That sneer, that attitude. I can totally see this as a deliberate act. I mean, he's been the head of an oil company already, so you know he's already got some blood on his hands.
So in conclusion, I am a better human being than Dick Cheney.
I've been meaning to post this since X-mas. This is an actual x-cerpt from the instru-x-ions that came with my trimmer.
And it looks like nowadays eveybody's got a blog.
After borrowing it from Sam several weeks ago, and being hassled daily by him, I finally watched Taxi Driver starring De Niro directed by Scorcese. Also great performances from a 14-yr old Jodie Foster and Cybill Shepherd. It is amazing how such a simple story can resonate very profoundly. The pacing is slow and the feel of the film very Un-American, but it deals with uniquely American concerns. An excellent 'hood film, two thumbs up.