Woke up with a killer headache and drove down to Littleton. I met with a young couple thats hiring me for a wedding in August. We chatted for a bit. They are nice people.
I thought maybe I would see Megan Smith today, but didn't.
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I drove back to Boulder and called up Scott to help me with a photo project.
It's about music.
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For one of the pictures we drove up to Lee Hill. The picture is Scott trying to plug his headphones into the sky.
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At one point in time he thought maybe his camera had finally self-destructed.
It simply gave a flashing screen when a picture was taken.
I love Beirut. One of my favorite bands. I like The Gulag Orkestar the best. Zach Condon's vocals have a low, almost haunting register. There is a particular longing, or desperation in his voice. It makes me think of great distances, or open lonely spaces.
At any rate...I listened to Beirut today while I watched it snow. It was nice.
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On a different note. Today was the day I decided I would tackle the 4x4x4 Rubik's Cube.
1st. Six Pack of Easy Street Wheat. (Winner : Eleanor) 2nd. Old Ruffian bomber by Great Divide. (Winner : Ally) 3rd. Two shooters. (Winner(s): Lindsey/Kimberly)
I was told that the raffle seemed rigged because only females had won.
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Mike finally brought his girlfriend, Ally.
As it turns out both her and myself worked at Indian Peaks Vet.
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Events at Scott's place inevitably end up with a bunch of us seeing who can balance on his fixed gear road bike the longest.
Then, the next inevitability is Tom sticking around to sober up, while Scott continues to drink.
Life seems to hold particular routines in every facet.
Think about it. Can you predict outcomes because of it?
Yup.
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I told Scott a while ago that I don't want club meetings to happen at my house anymore.
My parents often left town during spring break when I was in high school. At those times the band I was in would move equipment over to my parents house. We usually practiced in our drummer's basement in a really really small room.
The move was done for two reasons: 1. To give Billy's parents a needed break from our noise 2. To move into a larger space (my parents living room w/ high ceilings) so things weren't so fucking loud.
anyways...
One day after practice, circa junior year, the drummer in my band, Billy, came out of the bathroom on the first floor.
He pointed out at how strange that bathroom is.
Take a second look at the picture and see if can see why it is strange.
A female might not notice it as the male version of our species might...
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Here is the thing.
That mirror is low...
...and it extends all the way over and behind the toilet...
...Which means...if you are of the male version of our species
....you can pretty much watch yourself pee from a full frontal view.
Not that watching yourself pee would be anything new. I mean...you could simply just look down and watch the stream of urine leave your body.
...but this is different.
It's a little weird. I suppose I had never noticed it because I grew up in the house.
THINK ABOUT IT!
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P.S. Happy Easter.
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P.P.S. I am looking forward to being back in Boulder tomorrow...that way I don't have to look at myself pee head on.
Things were falling from the sky. Robots perhaps? I only wish. Just people.
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The other day I called my friend Carolynn to see how living is going for her. I got her voicemail. Pissed...I decided to leave a long voicemail. Around 7 minutes I believe.
I wanted to know she listened to the whole thing (it was just rambling nonsense)...So I told her at the end of the message that I was testing her.
I told her that the secret word was "Jelly Doughnut"
If she could not provide me with the secret word at a later time than I would know she hadn't listened to the whole message...
and as a consequence
...we could no longer be friends.
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Does that make me sound rather demanding of my friends?
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"With the sky blue sky...this rotten time wouldn't seem so bad to me now."
Today a few of us went to the Boulder Beer Company Brewery. We grabbed some lunch, and Brian talked to the chemist there for a research project he is doing.
We drank some mead.
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Lets play a game. It's called: call Mark and we can hang out. Cool.
(If you really want, you can send a messenger bird to deliver a message...but that takes more time than the electromagnetic waves put out by cell phones)
My last roll of medium format film was used on another one in the on-going series of girls modeling for me in bed. This was the first shoot in which I used my new flash (with my digital camera). It is on camera (those strobist kids would be sad...like
I had forgotten that this computer has an isight camera built into it...and that there is this narcissistic program called Photo Booth on it. I spent a great deal a time playing with it today. See... pointless things.
Lacey played with it too.
I also forgot that this thing can record video. I have thought from time to time about recording blog posts. But that is weird.
I mean. There is a particular distance I like between MYSELF and YOU.... in terms of me telling YOU how I feel about things.
At any rate. This is a video of me playing guitar. I don't quite make it through the solo (and never do...damn you Matt Bellamy). There are many mistakes I make through this. but critique my playing.
Good? Bad? "You should be doing that with your shirt off?"
After work today I decided I was going to start Spring Break early. Fuck going to my classes on Thursday...and I have Friday off anyways...so screw it.
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I then drank alcohol.
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Good god Spring Break is needed badly. It is not that class is particularly stressful right now...it's just more like I haven't had time to do pointless things.
I would say that I need time to do things without a great deal of point to them from time to time to be able to function as a regular person in society.
Doing totally pointless things reminds me of how large the universe is. In knowing how large that space is I am humbled by the fact that there are a gazillion things in my life I have ZERO control over.
And thusly, I am reminded that I am in control of just a handful of things...and I am much more satisfied with that small set of life...things...
And while the life of a of 20 something college student is pretty good...there are a handful of things to be down about from time to time...but hey...
I have been meaning to pick up a bottle of this vodka.
...and I did.
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I am in a rather bad mood.
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My apologies if that is totally emo.
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I think a lot about the people I will know, or not know later in life. It seems like everyone is just about to go off into different directions. Which ones will keep in touch with me?
I think this is evidence about how much the future scares the shit out of me. I mean...I am like a 22 year old boy. I don't give a shit about getting a job. I do however care about the people in my life right now. Friends have come and gone quite a bit since as long I can remember. Does that ever stop?
I suppose that depends on the people.
It makes me sad to think I might not be close with some people that are currently in my life. In even just a year all of that could change.
And yet, it's hard to tell people how much you care about them.
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On a different note... For a while, in the recent past, I had been sneaking into Gordon's room and turning the volume all the way up on his alarm clock. I Laughed every time I could hear his alarm clock blasting a full volume in the mornings.
haha.
But he caught on.
sad.
This is an example about how much I do not care about Gordon.
To be honest...this is an unusual picture for me. The framing is not within my style...
I guess...
Anyways...
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I noticed this while walking home from campus. The water level has dropped significantly around the Boulder creek...and some smelly rocks were exposed.
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update (3/14/2008 10:47 AM)
My apologies to Rachel and company for not making it out to the bars in time last night. The cocktail party I was at flew right by, and by the time I contacted Rachel I realized it was 1:30 or some shit...
I should have used the time in between classes to read for a paper due next week. Or study for my midterm next week....but god damn. It was a nice day. How could I possibly do that?
So I got some coffee...and people watched.
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Later I went to Juanita's with Annabelle. That place is dusty.
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" Nothing's ensconced Nothing's entrenched Nothing's entangled or twisted or wrenched Everything smoothly flows right through my head What I hoped might linger is swept off instead Tunnels and channels and chasms and rifts shiny smooth streams and unclimbable cliffs
I see you there ever so slowly being drawn to the sea As if by some signal that's unheard by me I stand on a featureless sheet of blue stone And then for one instant I'm not quite alone Your hand is extended but then you rescind And you like my thoughts are borne off by the wind"
Last night after dinner, Audrey and I packed up a headed off with a group of her friends to the Middlebury College Snow Bowl a short drive away from campus. Armed with snowshoes, our mission was to hike the bowl to a smallish cabin at the top. By the time we arrived it was snowing like a crazy Colorado blizzard. It wasn't too bad of a hike...I mean seriously...I am from Colorado...no big deal.
The cabin was very small, and very wooden. There was a wood burning stove in center and one of the doors was duct taped shut due to snow drafting in.
Oh wait...
Did I mentioned that Luke, a friend of Audrey's, hiked a pony keg up to this cabin? Well he did. In fine style too.
Besides vulgar jokes, funny stories, and gargoyles...there was quite a lot of singing.
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In the morning the storm had passed and the bowl was covered in a thick fog. I packed up and headed out early with some of Audrey's friends hoping I might be able to see Katya today (which didn't happen). The hike down was quiet.
It was like wading through the velvet sea.
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A side note...over night there was also a bit of rain...which froze everything...and all of these east coast kids thought that the groomed (frozen ice) runs would make for good skiing today?
This is the only bar in Middlebury. It is called Two Brothers.
At some point in the night I participated in what Vermonters call, "whiskey slap"
Well...first off I mentioned to the group that I am a whiskey fan...Jameson mostly...
...So someone bought a bunch of shots and we played.
And by played...
...I mean you slap someone as hard as you can after they take the shot.
One of the bartenders told us not to do it again.
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After some lunch Audrey and Emily took me to the ped. bridge. There are some sweet waterfalls near the back of the picture....some dude was getting ready to drop it on his kayak . Baller.
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Two major things I have noticed about being on this campus.
1. There are places to sit everywhere. I mean...really, I noticed how many couches are EVERYWHERE.
We know that Lacey has been licking something (usually the kitchen floor getting whatever may have dropped or spilled) with great intensity because a small build up of salival (is that a word) foam that forms on her chin. It is gross.
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sigh
Life seems to be getting longer.
*correction
life seems to be happening in smaller and smaller segments.
