Let’s Get Meta, Return

August 31, 2010

Okay, first post of the new school year, senior year, busy year.  I think I managed a half-assed attempt a week or two ago but that was a week or two ago.  Things have happened.  Things are happening.  Things, things, things.  My shoes have worn to dust.  Nearly.  Bandanas keep sweat out of my hair on a day to day basis; it has been hot, uncomfortably hot.  University is in, so why is summer still here?  Cue “hear, hear” echoes in the background.  Er, or am I the only one who looks forward to Fall?  The Swedish turn to Spring took so long I just need to see the other side, but I digress (purposefully, yes, but still).

Classes: Writing Ethnography, Poetry Workshop, Shakespeare, Environmental Biology (sadly, this last is lecture).  Needless to say, I will be reading and writing; they always make me do that in these classes.  Lots and lots, and lots of writing is a good thing, though, a cathartic thing.  Looks like I have a nice chance to get zen on the semester.  Not take it easy, but groove.

Good to see so many familiar faces of the Uni, Urbana area (and visitors, too — can’t forget my buddy Sweet in for the weekend nor Kyle and Kristi who I visited).  Hello to new students, too.  May we have a wonderful year, and ones to come (grad apps also on the plate — Portland, Iowa, Berkley? — oh, and GRE).

Anyway, before the year gets too far underway I wanted to share a recent poem (one of many).  I know this is a rare occasion, for me to be posting my actual poetry, instead of just talking about it, that you, dear readers, get too much meta-assumption, or just pretty pictures, but today you get poetry.  This particular piece was inspired by a friend of mine who taught me this fact.  I’d just bought this winter hat, and, being the hipster I represent, I wore it in irony of the summer season; my friend then warned me how her parents might think I’d loosened more than a few screws, and asked that, for her parents’ sake, I remove the hat.  Cool.  Enjoy:

“Absurdity of Seasons”

they say inability to effectively measure one’s own bodily
temperature is a sure-fire sign of insanity, that something
up there has certainly and perhaps inexorably, fatally
cracked, a case study of the schizophrenic category, well
here i am with a woolen tibetan hat, gunning to assault my sanity
upon the university

yes. i am aware of
the month and of the
the heat and that is
precisely why instead
i wear no pants.

Fin.  And now for some photos collected during these first few back-to-school days:

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Listening to: LOTS of fantastic music.  Menomena almost nonstop.  Just bought Mines.


Welcome to Pt. III

August 9, 2010

In the third and final installment of my Tour de East adventure, I found myself in Ann Arbor, Michigan, visiting an old friend from my home town, Daniel.  We did some fair wandering around the downtown area, spent Saturday afternoon searching for geocaches, then popped over to Lansing / MSU to see another of Daniel’s buddies.  He showed off his motorcycle, describing the number and varieties of ways he has crashed it, and then we drank some Canadian brews.  On Sunday we made the hungover drive back to Ann Arbor, and from there Daniel to Canada and myself to Urbana.  Feels funny to be back, too quiet.  It’s been good to see so many of my good friends.

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Welcome to Pt. II

August 5, 2010

New York, New York.  Mar and I took the Bolt Bus to the city, I reunited with my friend Mari, hit the Met, dive bar with hotdogs, Central Park, some West side thrifting, metro after metro, and lived the Bronx all in 24 hours.  Never sleeps indeed.  But now I am in quiet Arlington, a quick visit to my cousin Becky and her husband Bret while I’m out here, where I do hope to catch some z’s.  In fact, I feel them creeping up on me, so again I will let the pictures do the talking (they are, by the way, chronological, depicting the journey from Savage to NY and beyond):

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More Arts, Crafts

July 31, 2010

Had another arts & crafts night at the Nevada Street residence with Shanza and Blauvelt.  Also featuring a disappearing Mr. Byrne.  And, yes, Gillman, I realize I still owe you that CD.  I’ve got a miniature Drakkar Sauna RIBCo poster hung above my desk as a reminder.  Anyway, back to arts & crafts.  While Shanza attempted to bastardize the sanctity of my bandanna with the likeness of one Tigger, I focused on cutting up emo-band magazines to make depressing children’s poetry, a piece which finally earned the title of “scaring kids.”  Here is a cutting edge low-quality image of the poster which, although was on my bed for display, will soon earn a spot on my wall:

Shanza also made me a lovely bracelet.  It already fell apart, though.  So, you know, two points for style, minus several million for good craftsmanship.

And in recent news, I’m about to embark on a roadtrip over to the Washington DC area to visit my friend Mar from Sweden.  She’s not Swedish, she’s Spanish, but lives in America, and I met her in Sweden.  And then up to Canada, or maybe just to Ann Arbor, to spend a weekend with my friend Daniel, who is Canadian, but I met in my hometown and was an integral part of my childhood (i.e. our friendship).  As my current roommate put it, apparently this kind of spur of the moment cross-country driving is rather transcendental.  In any case, the drive will be cathartic.  I’ve got the Don Quixote audiobook queued up and ready to play.  Along the way I also hope to find the world’s biggest ball of twine.  Wish me luck, there will be updates along the way.

Love and peace.


Doing Asbestos We Can

July 22, 2010

My brother stopped in to Urbana this week, Tuesday and Wednesday specifically, his unofficial weekend.  We got some good vinyl shopping and Risk playing in, but the highlight was going out to an abandoned air-force complex with some of his old photog. comrades from the Daily Illini.  I had the secret mission of finding ghosts, which, I’ll tell you right now, didn’t pan out; it’s almost as if they don’t exist.  We did, however, have a chance to egress at a sprint when we thought we heard footsteps following us (apparently it’s illegal to be on the grounds or something, as if we could deface the complex’s already decadent and crumbling guts).  Realistically, it was probably just another group of young explorers, but that’s beside the point.  During our adventure we also: sat on a pile of tires, exploded a fluorescent light-bulb, saved a bird’s life, made a porno (but not really),  and probably inhaled a lot of asbestos.  My photos from the day are meant to highlight that latter fact.

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Arts & Crafts Night

June 30, 2010

First time seeing many of my good friends from UofI again tonight.  Let me tell you, Urbana is the place to be living; we had an arts & crafts night.  We made masks.  Things got very paint-y.

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Listening to: My new Fever Ray vinyl — good morning, me.


In Dreams (Part 2).

February 19, 2010

Here’s the latest installment from my Dream Journal (actually clocked in from February 13th, but the latest that I’ll be sharing).  This is probably the most accurate account of a dream I’ve managed so far.  I even gave it a title (because it’s that epic).  So worth the trouble of concentrating in the morning…

“Life on the Road: The Adventures of Business Cop”

I’d just been hired on as an assistant to this questionable dude who drove around in truck (from here on out I will refer to him as Business Cop, the most accurate guess I can muster up about his profession).  Largely the details of my position were unclear, just that I was supposed to follow him around on errands.  We’d been driving around for a while when Business Cop saw a homeless man [from here on out I will refer to him as Homeless Man] wheeling a suitcase in tow, stopped, and asked Homeless Man if he would like to join us, which he did.  Apparently Business Cop and Homeless Man were old friends.  Then we made a stop at a random McDonald’s on one of our errands.  The manager came out to talk to Business Cop, giving us a speech about how he was thinking about expanding the chain, that it had been a big hit here in Sweden (apparently this dream took place here in Sweden).  He was even thinking about making commercials.  He seemed so excited, in fact, that he gave Homeless Man a free sandwich.  Homeless Man took a bite then asked me to hold on to the rest for a while, telling me, “Don’t eat it.  Just hold it,” then walking off, still dragging his suitcase.  In the meantime, Business Cop had started inspecting the McDonald’s silverware (which was actually real metal of some sort, notably not plastic).  He found one with a particularly interesting design and started to explain to the manager how he (Business Cop) thought the design was just that: “particularly interesting,” and that he “had to have it,” asking the manager if he could “please keep the spoon — as a souvenir.”  The manager seemed enthusiastic about the idea, although Business Cop refused to let this rest with a simple “yes,” forcing the manager to give repeated assurances that, yes, this (taking the spoon) was an okay thing to do.  The manager insisted, yes, take the spoon, that with the upcoming expansion he’d just be reeling in the new silverware and that, if he cared about every spoon that walked out of his McDonald’s then he “wouldn’t be the man he is today.”  As we made our way to leave, Business Cop made a rather awkward announcement to the manager, telling him, “You should tell your mother I’m a cop.”  Then we walked out, Business Cop completely enthralled with his spoon.  When we got outside, Homeless Man was waiting in the parking lot, rummaging through his suitcase.  He asked me for his sandwich back.  I gave it to him and he stuffed it into his suitcase, then walked off in a huff.  I think Business Cop and I were about to go off on another errand, but I woke up.

Listening to: Stiff Jazz, dZihan and Kamien