Festival of Winds
Emmy and Gaby
Friday, May 30, 2003
My poor umbrella finally kicked the bucket. After serving me all throughout college it gave its last shelter to me tonight. It survived a broken rib that never really healed correctly 6 years ago and had been my raintime companion ever since. This evening, while walking back from NSTV, I attempted to push its button (to open it of course). When it did not respond to my futile attempts at ever desperate pushes, I attempted to fling it open in a desperate attempt to restore the umbrella to its former glory. Unfortunately, this action only leaad to a tragic event. As I soon realized, the whole spring mechanism had been destroyed, and in my attempt to get it open once I again, I succeeded in beheading the umbrella, leaving me holding the handle and pole. I picked up the still velcroed shut head, and decided to give it one last hurrah. I freed it from its bondage, and the head shot open, attempting in its dying breath to protect its friend from the water dripping from the trees in the moderate wind. Surgery was attempted upon the return to my house, but it was unsucessful. To memorialize the umbrellas life we took a series of pictures using the head as a shield and the body and handle as a sword. Combined with my black raincoat, the black night metaphor was complete. The umbrella will be laid to rest tomorrow morning in the dumpster in the alley behind our apartment. Memorial services will be held throughout the week.
Thursday, May 29, 2003
Yay for Rocky and Suzanne! From its inception back in the Crap Sheet my freshamn year at Willard, the trials and triblations of Rocky have been followed in Bottom of the Foodchain. Four years later he finally got the girl of his dreams, Suzanne whom he has been chasing from the first time he laid eyes on her, but was always too afraid to tell his true feelings. Only when she reads his journal which he accidently leaves behind at her house when visiting does the truth come out, and finally in what is likely to be its 2nd to last comic in the daily (unless it picks it up next year) they express their love for each other. I don't think I've ever cheered for a comic character as much as Rocky. And yay for Devo and Ralphie too for graduating.
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
"Pepe the King Prawn" and "Andy the single kangaroo from brooklyn"- Just some of the wonderful stuffed animals coming to a store near you!
And who said I wasn't a prolific poster?
So Eric and I are cooking a nice wonderful meal of sweet and sour stir fry over rice, and a side of garlic bread made from day old bread from Jimmy Johns. So Eric made the rice and cut the chicken while I did the veggies, and garlic bread. Eric had put the rice on earlier, so halfway through cooking, the rice maker popped, prompting me to comment, "the rice is done", although I never looked into it. Ten minutes later, the chicken and veggies and tofu are ready, and the garlic bread can come out at anytime, so Eric goes to get some rice and realizes that he forgot to put water in the rice maker. So now we have to wait for that to finish so we can eat the meal. After realizing the err of his ways, he commented "I thought I forgot something, but there are just so many steps".
To quote my away message, "Eyes, body, mind- everything is getting a tune up today". It started with my eye doctors appointment at 10 am this morning, where I got fitted for new contacts which was very good cause the ones I'm currently wearing are getting on 4 years old. So my eyes basically suck and I knew that, but they suck even more now than they did before- and some of you wonder why I want to take them out every night. Also, I wasn't too impressed with the doc, so I probably wouldn't go back there (not that I will likely even be in the area the next time I need an appointment). Then I went over to the normal doctors for my 1pm appointment. Got to see the brand new ENH computer system in action (2 weeks and 1 days into its operation). It was pretty cool and efficient looking and a lot nicer and environemnt friendly than to see papers flying everywhere. Plus, my doc, Dr. John Ebihara was really cool and I would totally keep him as my primary. Its good to find doctors who can actually make it seem like they care (or even better actually do). Then it was off to class to feed my mind, but first my body needed to be fed, so at Jimmy Johns I picked up a # 5 (an Italian Sub for those who don't patronize J.J.) along with some bread. History of the Holocaust followed, with CTEC's taking up the first half of the class, and a short lecture taking up the rest. Slightly preachy to me at some points, I still think Hayes is a great professor. After he finished there was the usual applause, but I noticed that once it started he looked at his notes in front of him, and didn't raise his head to face the students again. Once it dies down, he simply walked off the stage, not once looking at us after the beginning of the applause, and all the while having a smug sort of smile on his face.
Sunday, May 25, 2003
I attempted to make some biscuits from scratch for dinner, although lacking a good baking sheet I made them in a muffin tray, resulting in them still being a little doughy in the middle. They also weren't really cheesy enough at first, but i topped them with a sprinkle after they had baked and put them back in for another few mintues and they came out better. Not too exciting I guess, but its always good to try new things.
Friday, May 23, 2003
At dinner tonight at Taqueria Uptown, a Hispanic man dressed in al white, with long black hair walked into the restaurnat. Did I mention he was carrying a 3 foot cross on his shoulder? So he walked in like he owned the place, and went into the back room. We got our meals, and were eating when he came back out, and started to leave, at which point Brian called out to him "A ti" at which point our table and the table next to us where a Hispanic couple was sitting with their child started laughing, and even Jesus gave a smile. (For the Spanish illiterate, Dios means God, Adios means goodbye, and ti means you, figure out the rest on your own).
Apologies to my father for destroying his precious comment in my change to a system that works with the rest of my page. And dad, basic cooking is a good skill to have and totally worth 150 grand.
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
Today we got to make the wonderful food we got at the farmer's market last saturday for our foods class. Last night John and I cleaned and chopped our burdock root, and toasted it with almonds. It had a nice, slightly nutty flavor that was very different from the way it smelled. Today we went over to Ellie's apartment and prepared the dandelion roots (boiling them to reduce the bitterness), washed the spinach and baby lettuce, sauteed the asparagus and mushrooms, crumbled the blue cheese, and cut the chicken. Then we arranged it all into a wonderfully large salad (with the chicken and cheese on the side) and brought the dressing we had gotten as well as the bread with all sorts of nuts and dried fruits in it to class. The salad was enjoyed by all, but the speaker who was supposed to show up did not, so we got to leave early.
Monday, May 19, 2003
What is wrong with the archives here. For the past 2 days they seem to have just disappeared. Im hoping this post will clear it up. We'll see.
Sunday, May 18, 2003
Eric and I saw Da Vinci's Notebook at Schubas this evening, with opener Andrew Kerr. Both were great fun to listen to and Im glad I finally got to see DVN after years of wanting to. I also ended up buying lots of things and spending more money than I should have, and the people at the merchandise table were fellow fruheads who complimented my shirt and actually had met online through fruhead.com. Great fun and good music are always a pleasent way to spend an evening.
Saturday, May 17, 2003
"Flintstone vitamins are the pinacle of society's achievements" Me to John in response to an ad for chocolate flavor flintstone vitamins
Friday, May 16, 2003
The real question on everyone's mind was asked by John this evening while driving to see The Matrix Reloaded: "If they release all three on DVD together, will they call it The Matrices?"
Thursday, May 15, 2003
These are things that might mean something to someone, or at least might have at one point. Or maybe not. They might have been funny once, said in context. Most would have been lost to time had they not been scribbled on a scrap of paper. So, a small sampling of the sticky notes found on my desk.
"It's the owners manual. Yea thats me" Possibly attributed to Kim, at some point in the last 6 months. Also from her I believe: "My social security number is almost a perfect square in reverse"
quadraprong \KWAH-drah-prong\ noun : fork (Ericanese)
"I'd make a terrible gay person" -Brian
"I'd kill that bitch" Eric, on Lucy from 7th heaven. I think for something about cheating on her boyfriend wth his brother or something like that
"You're just a white boy with a big dream" No idea where this came from but its written there too.
Now I don't feel so bad about throwing those little pieces of paper out
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
I think I have a hard time getting back into writing, even when it's only a weekend that I stop for. It's me thinking, how much do I say about past stuff, and what do I say about new stuff. Maybe I just wonder how people will think if I don't mention something I did with them, even if I had a really fun time. So then I just don't write for a while, and figure that noone can say that I didn't write about them cause I didn't write about anything from that period. Anyway, thats kind of a lame excuse for not just writing if I feel like it, cause I know that people won't really hate me if I don't talk about them. (In fact some actually prefer it that way). The point Im circuitously making is that noone should feel weird about whatever I choose to say here, and Im not nogelecting anyone or anything on purpose. Dork? yea
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
"I have something on Saturday at 9 and at noon... but I can skip the 9, its a rerun" -Brandon, demonstrating how TV does rule the lives of some.
Friday, May 09, 2003
Thursday, May 08, 2003
Darn. I just got a notice from the registrar telling me I have a hold on my registration for Fall 2003. I wonder if they will let me register if I fix it, even if I never show up to anything next year. And if I do will they charge me for it. My guess would be yes.
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
I got to ride in an escort car. I believe I might have once before with Janice or maybe Caille when she was sick once, but Im not sure. Regardless, I got to go to the little dispatch room in Allison and read all the funny things drunk people said when calling, and comments from people at the pickup sites including the one from a guy who said something to the effect that Brittany will be right down, she's just putting her clothes on. And then Andy from NUOC drove me home in the old escort car which lacks both a cassete player and a cd player. Then Eric and I made a wonderful dinner of garlic and herb marinated mahi-mahi with cheddar broccoli rice and peas and corn. Now its time to get working on my report due tomorrow for Tissue Engineering.
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Dream: Im at the Grammy's or some other equivalent awards show. It is being held in the Social Hall and Kinder Ring. In the audience are teh guys from here as well as my bro and one of his friends and countless others. For some reason I am to be called on stage for something. I go up there at the time they told me to, get introduced as, big surpise here, Andrew Lange. I walk on stage in the midst of strong winds coming from the fans placed all around the stage, and give a wave to the people. Then the two people who were talking get into some sort of wrestling match that is probably somewhat planned but has all sorts of weird things about it, including it changing to Sumo of sorts briefly. That eventually breaks up and I leave the stage. As I am heading around the back and going towards the door back there I get stopped by someone just after I pass Dar who calls her and says that she should see me on stage. I quip that I'd rather see her on stage than me, and get a few laughs. Then, in the randomest part of the dream, I look at the wall and there is a decent sized piece of what appears to be purple cray paper (that streamerish stuff) with what looks like a printing of one line of an IM conversation. It is from Rachel I somehow know implicitly, although its an IM name I didn't know. It may have been Zmuda surrounded by 'ix' on both sides, although Im not quite sure what that means. Regardless, the content of the message was even weirder, being some crazy ASCII picture that moved when you looked at it, along with a label "Tact-o-meter: 80%" and a reference of something to the effect of "this is for you Maloney". And that was when I awoke.
Monday, May 05, 2003
So those last two posts are the most descriptive I've done in a while. "Flicker" and "Edit me" really tell all about my weekend and the wonderful occurances and other things that happened to me. Eventually (hopefully later today) they will be edited to include all relevant weekend info and such as would be expected from me. And I think now would be a good time to get back to real life and figure a whole bunch of things out. Ready... go.
Sunday, May 04, 2003
Now that this post it getting the editing it deserves I shall impart to my fellow reasers the lack of anything productive done this weekend. In fact, my total productive output for the weekend was approximately zero. I did however get to see X2 last night which was very good and better than the first one due to the lack of necessity on background info for each character. I shall not give away the plot, but the special effects were great and there are so many questions and possible ways to take different aspects of it and sequel possibilities are, as expected, almost endless. And since people are already contracted for the next 3 (X3, X4, and X5) I'll bet we get to meet lots of new cool looking mutants in the future.
Saturday, May 03, 2003
Friday, May 02, 2003
"Do they sell plungers at D & D?" - What John said
"Do you have indecent proposal on DVD?" - What I heard
I realized I misheard when his next line was "cause our toilets fucked"
Dream: I'm a boy, aged 10-12, European I believe as I'm refered to as "lad" a lot. I live in a small little community that had been nice and quaint until recently. My family and I had gone away for a few years (I have no idea where) but when we got back our little village (which was ocated on a hillside of sorts) now had a giant powerplant or something similar nearby. One day I go outside with a gold club to hit a few balls. I see an older boy, who lives with his family on the top of the hill and is somehow related to the running of the powerplant. He is a bully of sorts sometimes, and also has a gold club, but instead of hitting golf balls he is taking aim at field mice or some other small animals he seems to find. A few other kids come outside, and he invites us all to his house. His parents are weird, and they have video cameras that watch over the rooms in their house. We get a tour of teh house and something just doesn't seem right. We decide or sense or otherwise realize that the powerplant is evil and must be destroyed, and that in the house is the key to doing it. We also figure out that the boy has some sort of mental hold on his parents (at least his mom) and that we have to break it. We confront him in the bathroom and I think his mom is watching us on the video monitor. There are 5 of us in there besides him, 4 boys, 1 girl all my age. Our "enemy" takes out a banana and brings it to his mouth. He blows on the end and a little piece of it flies off and a sharp projection embeds itself in one of my friends necks. It apparently has some sort of dart that can knock you out inside it. I jump at him and he shoots again and hits me. I fall down and he laughs and starts acting mencing. As he is about to shoot another piece of it off at someone else I kick at it from the ground, and manage to hit the end piece off before he blows it off. It falls to teh ground, I pick it up and jump at him. We wrestle for a moment till I manage to shove it into the side of his neck. His mom comes running with 6 of what could be tall candles in her hand. They look waxy, but she tells us they can be used to blwo up the plant. (I guess knocking him out broke his hold on her). Then she shows us the hole in the bathroom floor that goes directly into the powerplant via some kind of chute, so we light the sitcks and drop them in. (3 were orange and 3 were green) Then we realize we have to get out of there and warn the whole village so we start running to get everyone out before teh whole place blows up. The end.
Thursday, May 01, 2003
Quick, everyone find your zyphoid process!
May is supposed to be flowers, not showers. But the thunderstorm's rains are the nice kind of rain and it smells wonderful so I guess I can forgive you this time Mother Nature. Next time though, try not to hit things with lightning on our street, and keep the thunder to a low roar.