Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Flaming Creosote
I've just noticed that Jack, while he was here, he changed my little profile description to "Gotta catch a girlfriend!" Witty, but, oh, you will pay, Jack.
So I made it back from Florida okay. The plane ride back (the 5-hour one) started off next to a mom with a baby, but she thankfully moved after an excruciating 2 hours.
So I made it back from Florida okay. The plane ride back (the 5-hour one) started off next to a mom with a baby, but she thankfully moved after an excruciating 2 hours.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Just to let you know
Well, I am still working on getting all of my Greece pictures up. And I have not yet typed up my appendices for that either. Things are very busy. I will do it when I can.
Wanted to let you all know what is going on with me, since you bitch and moan when I don't. This week was really busy; I had to sing a lot and we also had our theory midterm. I thought it went pretty well, which is great since that is the only class that I am really worried about. I have to keep a 3.7 for Eastern's Honors College, which might be a little tough since my highest credit-value courses are fucking dumb gen ed courses that I don't care about at all, ESPECIALLY the English 102 class that I am taking this quarter.
Brings me to my next point. I am for sure going to Eastern Washington U next year. I went over there with my mom last Friday and I liked what I saw. The music department is good and it's smaller so they know you better. The piano teacher there, Kendall, is fantastic (I've worked with her before) and being close to her will be a real boon next year. I got a $2500/year honors scholarship, renewable for my junior year, so that's great too. I am looking forward to it, though it will suck to leave all of my good friends behind here in Ellensburg. But what must be done, must be done.
We have been having what I like to call "Hippy Week" for the past 10 or so days on campus. I think it is Human Rights Awareness Week. I went to a benefit called Rock Against Rape last week, and I got a free shirt for a very shallow reason. They have been having concerts and events each day; on Friday there was a walkout to protest tuition increases. Too bad! Higher tuition got passed anyway. This week we will be having body-issue and natural-bueaty themed days to talk about eating disorders and other such horrid things. I will be participating in "Natural Day" tomorrow, where you dont' wear any makeup and dress in t-shirts and plain clothes to show how you really look. Yeah, that's a no-brainer.
I am keeping very busy. Between the demands of school and the madness of my ever-burning affection, I am slowly sinking into a permanent stupor of inefficiency and broken valor. I have only this to say: BLAH! That, and I cannot wait for the summer when we all get together for some mad pwnage, biking, DnD, and PAX!
Wanted to let you all know what is going on with me, since you bitch and moan when I don't. This week was really busy; I had to sing a lot and we also had our theory midterm. I thought it went pretty well, which is great since that is the only class that I am really worried about. I have to keep a 3.7 for Eastern's Honors College, which might be a little tough since my highest credit-value courses are fucking dumb gen ed courses that I don't care about at all, ESPECIALLY the English 102 class that I am taking this quarter.
Brings me to my next point. I am for sure going to Eastern Washington U next year. I went over there with my mom last Friday and I liked what I saw. The music department is good and it's smaller so they know you better. The piano teacher there, Kendall, is fantastic (I've worked with her before) and being close to her will be a real boon next year. I got a $2500/year honors scholarship, renewable for my junior year, so that's great too. I am looking forward to it, though it will suck to leave all of my good friends behind here in Ellensburg. But what must be done, must be done.
We have been having what I like to call "Hippy Week" for the past 10 or so days on campus. I think it is Human Rights Awareness Week. I went to a benefit called Rock Against Rape last week, and I got a free shirt for a very shallow reason. They have been having concerts and events each day; on Friday there was a walkout to protest tuition increases. Too bad! Higher tuition got passed anyway. This week we will be having body-issue and natural-bueaty themed days to talk about eating disorders and other such horrid things. I will be participating in "Natural Day" tomorrow, where you dont' wear any makeup and dress in t-shirts and plain clothes to show how you really look. Yeah, that's a no-brainer.
I am keeping very busy. Between the demands of school and the madness of my ever-burning affection, I am slowly sinking into a permanent stupor of inefficiency and broken valor. I have only this to say: BLAH! That, and I cannot wait for the summer when we all get together for some mad pwnage, biking, DnD, and PAX!
Monday, April 27, 2009
Greece trip, part 10
This post will conclude my Greek series unless you guys pester me enough to get my appendices up, which will be pretty interesting. I am also working on a paper comparing Virgil to Bach, which is really cool. Maybe I will post that up when I get a chance.
Pictures are partially up and should all be on Facebook by the end of the week.
Day 9: Monday, March 30
We woke up early and headed over to the airport. I was already packed and I was the first one downstairs, I think, something that happens rarely if ever. We headed over to the airport (across the street) and went to the British Air lounge (which had videogame screens as framed on its walls) for free food and drink. Amy suddenly realized that she left her camera in the hotel (!!!) and ran back to get it; thankfully, it turned out all right and she made it back in time for the flight. I spent most of my time talking to Dr. Pappas and listening to music, looking out the window. We flew over the Alps. They are breathtaking. I’ve listened to Ecstasy in Numbers while flying over the Alps!!
We made it and disembarked. We had a seven-hour layover at London-Heathrow. The BA lounge here was in fact very BA. They had free food and drink all day, free internet, showers, and (unfortunately) an open bar. I kept my mouth shut, but I think Ryan told me that our group emptied four bottles of Smirnoff, and it showed. We amused ourselves with Facebook, card games, and shopping. I went shopping with Jess, feeling undeservedly whipped as I waited for her to try on clothes and look at other stuff—but, let’s face it, I had nothing else to do. We saw some Scottish soccer fans sporting their kelts and flags around the airport.
Finally, seven hours had passed and we boarded the plane. We were flying business class, which means that we each got our own little cubicle with personal TV and a seat and footrest that folded down to make a pretty good bed. The flight was long, but we sat all in a row so we were able to talk. Nate spent a lot of the flight helping the elderly British gentleman seated next to him (and a I got a funny picture out of it, too). When we arrived in Seatac, the booze and olive oil that some bought in Greece got through security without a hitch, which made me quite angry since the shopkeeps in Greece had told us that it wouldn’t and that is why I didn’t buy any. It was sad to leave all of my friends, but I was glad to meet my parents again (at least for the first five minutes, anyway). The rest of the night was like watching a silent movie…something so plain after something so extraordinary.
Remember: this trip has changed you. I doubt you’ll forget seeing Odysseus’ ship at Patras, or trekking up Delphi devoid of an oracle, or of the night when you told Jess about Scriabin’s Prometheus and felt the stars swirl above you and saw Polyphemus in the mirror. In fact, that and the trip to North Bend are really just continuations of this story, but time will determine whether they are really worth remembering. Be strong; share this experience with everyone who will listen and never give up.
And above all, remember:
It’s all the same.
Pictures are partially up and should all be on Facebook by the end of the week.
Day 9: Monday, March 30
We woke up early and headed over to the airport. I was already packed and I was the first one downstairs, I think, something that happens rarely if ever. We headed over to the airport (across the street) and went to the British Air lounge (which had videogame screens as framed on its walls) for free food and drink. Amy suddenly realized that she left her camera in the hotel (!!!) and ran back to get it; thankfully, it turned out all right and she made it back in time for the flight. I spent most of my time talking to Dr. Pappas and listening to music, looking out the window. We flew over the Alps. They are breathtaking. I’ve listened to Ecstasy in Numbers while flying over the Alps!!
We made it and disembarked. We had a seven-hour layover at London-Heathrow. The BA lounge here was in fact very BA. They had free food and drink all day, free internet, showers, and (unfortunately) an open bar. I kept my mouth shut, but I think Ryan told me that our group emptied four bottles of Smirnoff, and it showed. We amused ourselves with Facebook, card games, and shopping. I went shopping with Jess, feeling undeservedly whipped as I waited for her to try on clothes and look at other stuff—but, let’s face it, I had nothing else to do. We saw some Scottish soccer fans sporting their kelts and flags around the airport.
Finally, seven hours had passed and we boarded the plane. We were flying business class, which means that we each got our own little cubicle with personal TV and a seat and footrest that folded down to make a pretty good bed. The flight was long, but we sat all in a row so we were able to talk. Nate spent a lot of the flight helping the elderly British gentleman seated next to him (and a I got a funny picture out of it, too). When we arrived in Seatac, the booze and olive oil that some bought in Greece got through security without a hitch, which made me quite angry since the shopkeeps in Greece had told us that it wouldn’t and that is why I didn’t buy any. It was sad to leave all of my friends, but I was glad to meet my parents again (at least for the first five minutes, anyway). The rest of the night was like watching a silent movie…something so plain after something so extraordinary.
Remember: this trip has changed you. I doubt you’ll forget seeing Odysseus’ ship at Patras, or trekking up Delphi devoid of an oracle, or of the night when you told Jess about Scriabin’s Prometheus and felt the stars swirl above you and saw Polyphemus in the mirror. In fact, that and the trip to North Bend are really just continuations of this story, but time will determine whether they are really worth remembering. Be strong; share this experience with everyone who will listen and never give up.
And above all, remember:
It’s all the same.
Greece trip, part 10
This post will conclude my Greek series unless you guys pester me enough to get my appendices up, which will be pretty interesting. I am also working on a paper comparing Virgil to Bach, which is really cool. Maybe I will post that up when I get a chance.
Day 9: Monday, March 30
We woke up early and headed over to the airport. I was already packed and I was the first one downstairs, I think, something that happens rarely if ever. We headed over to the airport (across the street) and went to the British Air lounge (which had videogame screens as framed on its walls) for free food and drink. Amy suddenly realized that she left her camera in the hotel (!!!) and ran back to get it; thankfully, it turned out all right and she made it back in time for the flight. I spent most of my time talking to Dr. Pappas and listening to music, looking out the window. We flew over the Alps. They are breathtaking. I’ve listened to Ecstasy in Numbers while flying over the Alps!!
We made it and disembarked. We had a seven-hour layover at London-Heathrow. The BA lounge here was in fact very BA. They had free food and drink all day, free internet, showers, and (unfortunately) an open bar. I kept my mouth shut, but I think Ryan told me that our group emptied four bottles of Smirnoff, and it showed. We amused ourselves with Facebook, card games, and shopping. I went shopping with Jess, feeling undeservedly whipped as I waited for her to try on clothes and look at other stuff—but, let’s face it, I had nothing else to do. We saw some Scottish soccer fans sporting their kelts and flags around the airport.
Finally, seven hours had passed and we boarded the plane. We were flying business class, which means that we each got our own little cubicle with personal TV and a seat and footrest that folded down to make a pretty good bed. The flight was long, but we sat all in a row so we were able to talk. Nate spent a lot of the flight helping the elderly British gentleman seated next to him (and a I got a funny picture out of it, too). When we arrived in Seatac, the booze and olive oil that some bought in Greece got through security without a hitch, which made me quite angry since the shopkeeps in Greece had told us that it wouldn’t and that is why I didn’t buy any. It was sad to leave all of my friends, but I was glad to meet my parents again (at least for the first five minutes, anyway). The rest of the night was like watching a silent movie…something so plain after something so extraordinary.
Remember: this trip has changed you. I doubt you’ll forget seeing Odysseus’ ship at Patras, or trekking up Delphi devoid of an oracle, or of the night when you told Jess about Scriabin’s Prometheus and felt the stars swirl above you and saw Polyphemus in the mirror. In fact, that and the trip to North Bend are really just continuations of this story, but time will determine whether they are really worth remembering. Be strong; share this experience with everyone who will listen and never give up.
And above all, remember:
It’s all the same.
Day 9: Monday, March 30
We woke up early and headed over to the airport. I was already packed and I was the first one downstairs, I think, something that happens rarely if ever. We headed over to the airport (across the street) and went to the British Air lounge (which had videogame screens as framed on its walls) for free food and drink. Amy suddenly realized that she left her camera in the hotel (!!!) and ran back to get it; thankfully, it turned out all right and she made it back in time for the flight. I spent most of my time talking to Dr. Pappas and listening to music, looking out the window. We flew over the Alps. They are breathtaking. I’ve listened to Ecstasy in Numbers while flying over the Alps!!
We made it and disembarked. We had a seven-hour layover at London-Heathrow. The BA lounge here was in fact very BA. They had free food and drink all day, free internet, showers, and (unfortunately) an open bar. I kept my mouth shut, but I think Ryan told me that our group emptied four bottles of Smirnoff, and it showed. We amused ourselves with Facebook, card games, and shopping. I went shopping with Jess, feeling undeservedly whipped as I waited for her to try on clothes and look at other stuff—but, let’s face it, I had nothing else to do. We saw some Scottish soccer fans sporting their kelts and flags around the airport.
Finally, seven hours had passed and we boarded the plane. We were flying business class, which means that we each got our own little cubicle with personal TV and a seat and footrest that folded down to make a pretty good bed. The flight was long, but we sat all in a row so we were able to talk. Nate spent a lot of the flight helping the elderly British gentleman seated next to him (and a I got a funny picture out of it, too). When we arrived in Seatac, the booze and olive oil that some bought in Greece got through security without a hitch, which made me quite angry since the shopkeeps in Greece had told us that it wouldn’t and that is why I didn’t buy any. It was sad to leave all of my friends, but I was glad to meet my parents again (at least for the first five minutes, anyway). The rest of the night was like watching a silent movie…something so plain after something so extraordinary.
Remember: this trip has changed you. I doubt you’ll forget seeing Odysseus’ ship at Patras, or trekking up Delphi devoid of an oracle, or of the night when you told Jess about Scriabin’s Prometheus and felt the stars swirl above you and saw Polyphemus in the mirror. In fact, that and the trip to North Bend are really just continuations of this story, but time will determine whether they are really worth remembering. Be strong; share this experience with everyone who will listen and never give up.
And above all, remember:
It’s all the same.
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