I believe I've found something out. Females love the countdowns. Sure, you'll have the occasional guy that has his msn updated saying " n days till the expansion pack comes out" but most of the time I think you'll find the ladies far more concerned about upcoming dates. Just a thought.
As per usual with the blogging, stuff needs to be done on my end. I've got a final push ahead of me that seems strangely blurred with the faint yet bass-filled knocking of exams and late assignments. Although my exam schedule does seem a bit hectic, stressful if you will, I will be home a bit earlier because of it. For that I'm joyful.
It has snowed a fair amount in BC. It has not snowed here yet.
This past fall, 'Deems got a new chaplain in the man of Syd Helima. I had the chance to talk to this man briefly about the Dutch bingo that we shared and was so prevalent about campus. We also got to talking about the Holy Spirit. On this I will briefly elaborate.
I think T-Dub has an intro religion class in which the question of "Holy Spirit: God or Chemical High" is brought up. This just addresses if our "spiritual highs" are the doings of God, or rather just endorphins being released into our blood stream. T-dubers, correct me if I'm wrong. Whatever the case, when I asked Syd about the Christian highs and lows that we often face (I also asked about his take on Reformers having lowers highs, and shallower lows while Petacostal types are vise versa) and his response was that we far to often connect the Holy Spirit with our feelings. This is not to say that the Holy Spirit doesn't work though our feelings, but instead that we're limiting him to only that "warm fuzzy" feeling that we sometimes experience. Let's face it; if our entire Christian goal was to fall backwards, bawl our eyes out and speak in tongues we wouldn't see a whole lot of evangelism. Back to the topic. Syd said that the Holy Spirit works in every part of us. Whether that be in our intelligence, our memories, our feelings, health, wisdom, etc. A lot of the time when the Holy Spirit is working, we're not giving him a high five in the process, but instead we look back and see how events have unfolded and say "How did I get through that" or "Hmm, wonder why I said that to that person" and the like. That is all for this thought. Mange it.
I read Life of Pi this past week. I enjoyed it. I think I'll recommend it later.
We set up a Christmas tree in our living room. Decorated it. Pretty. Neat. It does add a lot to the dorm, and I think that we're keeping the room neater as not to offend the tree and its beauty. We should really put a tree in the bathroom.
You guys should read Life of Pi. Good book.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Magical
Our dorm got a few new things this week. I'll start with the lesser of the two. Jared and I in all our nerdum camped outside of video game store to buy the new Nintendo system. Just to clarify, I was only there for moral support... and the Wii is fantastic.
Now for the greater of the two. We also got a Magic Bullet. You know one of those crappy blender things you've seen the infomercial on when you watch TV on Sunday afternoon? Well, it's fantastic. We use it primarily for smoothies because the bullets come in "cup form" as well. So tasty. Stewart, I'm sorry for making fun of you for getting the Miracle Blade, I'm sure it's all it's cut out to be.
That is all.
Now for the greater of the two. We also got a Magic Bullet. You know one of those crappy blender things you've seen the infomercial on when you watch TV on Sunday afternoon? Well, it's fantastic. We use it primarily for smoothies because the bullets come in "cup form" as well. So tasty. Stewart, I'm sorry for making fun of you for getting the Miracle Blade, I'm sure it's all it's cut out to be.
That is all.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Americans Have No Honour
Long blog, brace yourself.
So, Americans have no honour. However, they do have honor. Ha! I've been wanting to write a blog for a while and I originally wanted to do it on the subject of funny spelling differences, but as time went by that notion got progressively less humourous. Flargen. Granted, just so I can voice my opinion, I think the Canadian spelling of "centre" is wack. I mean, who was the quack that decided to screw that one up. Frick, I still spell it center, and believe me, I'm very patriotic about putting my "u's" where they're supposed to go. Anyways, enough with that.
Wait, no, not yet. One more thing that I wanted to post about that I thought was funny at the time was the thought about emailing yourself from the past. Pretty much you email to the future then read it a day after. When actually written down, it seems pretty stupid, but Kirk and I sure got a kick out of it. Seriously, we were laughing for 10 minutes straight (almost) while we were at a girls dorm for dinner. Kind of weird, but still epic.
I'm feeling "blarrg" right now. That deep feeling in ones stomach where your not sure if you want to eat sugary things, go for a run or just sit on your ass and skip class. It's a very peculiar feeling, maybe a glorified lethargic could describe it. Whatever the case, my thought has concluded that writing will get me out of this lazy rut and into a progressive mode. Poops.
Alright, now it is time to pull out some musing from my fairy vault that contains all my sparks of originality.
I have come to realize that there are a few types of people or things that make me antisocial. When I say "antisocial" I mean that I feel inclined to not speak, make eye contact, and generally retreat, possibly to the security of a hoodie over my head. It can be good or bad, depends how you look at it. The first situation, which is long past, is to retreat to the game where I spent a good part of my past two years. Here, I was anti-social, even though I pleaded with others that it is in fact a social game. Needless to say, none of the bonny lads and lasses that I played with have called me up for a coffee or a Slovakian pastry. The second situation is where there is a person in a group outside of class that feels inclined to lead all the conversation of the group, almost becoming a dictator of the relaxing communication that we so enjoy outside of our demanded answers in the class room setting. These people talk excessively, very loud, and laugh at stupid things that make you want to hit them across the side of the head with a large pacific salmon or perhaps a tuna fish. I’ve only come across of few of these this past year, and in one instance I wasn’t even in the group this guy was commanding. To have a fish at that time…wow, that would be fantastic. The third type of people, which could fit under the category of the above mentioned, are those people who prod for information about your life with no real basis for doing so. Most of the time the people barely know you, or rather, know someone who knows you, which obviously (sarcasm?) gives them reason to know all about you.
I could also be antisocial because I'm tired.
So, there you are. Without even being the third type of person, I told you about myself. Wow, all you have to do is listen, or read, I guess.
As a side note, these three categories have no person(s) in particular, so if you're like, "Man-o-boy-howdy, I hope that wasn't directed at me," please, don't worry. They're not you, just observations of people I've met in the past.
I’m going to email myself now.
Peace.
So, Americans have no honour. However, they do have honor. Ha! I've been wanting to write a blog for a while and I originally wanted to do it on the subject of funny spelling differences, but as time went by that notion got progressively less humourous. Flargen. Granted, just so I can voice my opinion, I think the Canadian spelling of "centre" is wack. I mean, who was the quack that decided to screw that one up. Frick, I still spell it center, and believe me, I'm very patriotic about putting my "u's" where they're supposed to go. Anyways, enough with that.
Wait, no, not yet. One more thing that I wanted to post about that I thought was funny at the time was the thought about emailing yourself from the past. Pretty much you email to the future then read it a day after. When actually written down, it seems pretty stupid, but Kirk and I sure got a kick out of it. Seriously, we were laughing for 10 minutes straight (almost) while we were at a girls dorm for dinner. Kind of weird, but still epic.
I'm feeling "blarrg" right now. That deep feeling in ones stomach where your not sure if you want to eat sugary things, go for a run or just sit on your ass and skip class. It's a very peculiar feeling, maybe a glorified lethargic could describe it. Whatever the case, my thought has concluded that writing will get me out of this lazy rut and into a progressive mode. Poops.
Alright, now it is time to pull out some musing from my fairy vault that contains all my sparks of originality.
I have come to realize that there are a few types of people or things that make me antisocial. When I say "antisocial" I mean that I feel inclined to not speak, make eye contact, and generally retreat, possibly to the security of a hoodie over my head. It can be good or bad, depends how you look at it. The first situation, which is long past, is to retreat to the game where I spent a good part of my past two years. Here, I was anti-social, even though I pleaded with others that it is in fact a social game. Needless to say, none of the bonny lads and lasses that I played with have called me up for a coffee or a Slovakian pastry. The second situation is where there is a person in a group outside of class that feels inclined to lead all the conversation of the group, almost becoming a dictator of the relaxing communication that we so enjoy outside of our demanded answers in the class room setting. These people talk excessively, very loud, and laugh at stupid things that make you want to hit them across the side of the head with a large pacific salmon or perhaps a tuna fish. I’ve only come across of few of these this past year, and in one instance I wasn’t even in the group this guy was commanding. To have a fish at that time…wow, that would be fantastic. The third type of people, which could fit under the category of the above mentioned, are those people who prod for information about your life with no real basis for doing so. Most of the time the people barely know you, or rather, know someone who knows you, which obviously (sarcasm?) gives them reason to know all about you.
I could also be antisocial because I'm tired.
So, there you are. Without even being the third type of person, I told you about myself. Wow, all you have to do is listen, or read, I guess.
As a side note, these three categories have no person(s) in particular, so if you're like, "Man-o-boy-howdy, I hope that wasn't directed at me," please, don't worry. They're not you, just observations of people I've met in the past.
I’m going to email myself now.
Peace.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Celebrate
Back in the shadows of my brain there lays a longing to hear a certain song. But, that song's title could to come to mind. I knew the general tune of the song, but not really the lyrics, and I knew it was performed by Dave Matthews Band. Well, that song was named Two Step. One mystery of many solved for today.
I was thinking about what a memory was. First, we can say that it is a mental impression retained. One thing I never really thought about was the biological aspect of a memory. Granted, I still know nothing about it in this way, but just thinking about it is kind of neat. A memory is most likely (not too sure, but fairly certain) just a bunch of chemicals stored in a sequence in some part of your brain. Now, maybe I should say "just" because even the thought of recording events that ones experienced by a mean of various chemicals is quite amazing. One of the coolest things about them, though, is that they're like a bank. You need a memory, you go and find it then reflect, smile, cry, or laugh about it. Like that time when...., and you did..., and we.... it's all unique for each person. Every perspective of a certain event of the past has been recorded in some way by someone’s body. That just blows me away. Incredible.
And then there are things that haven’t happened but that your are looking forward to. I suppose its the memory of things to come. For instance, one could be looking forward to going to a hockey game, reading a book, or possibly going to Florida with ones dorm for reading break. Whether or not the chemical resemblance of these two things is similar or fairly different is up for grabs, but whatever the case, science is neat.
And for controversy's sake...............science can explain everything!
I was thinking about what a memory was. First, we can say that it is a mental impression retained. One thing I never really thought about was the biological aspect of a memory. Granted, I still know nothing about it in this way, but just thinking about it is kind of neat. A memory is most likely (not too sure, but fairly certain) just a bunch of chemicals stored in a sequence in some part of your brain. Now, maybe I should say "just" because even the thought of recording events that ones experienced by a mean of various chemicals is quite amazing. One of the coolest things about them, though, is that they're like a bank. You need a memory, you go and find it then reflect, smile, cry, or laugh about it. Like that time when...., and you did..., and we.... it's all unique for each person. Every perspective of a certain event of the past has been recorded in some way by someone’s body. That just blows me away. Incredible.
And then there are things that haven’t happened but that your are looking forward to. I suppose its the memory of things to come. For instance, one could be looking forward to going to a hockey game, reading a book, or possibly going to Florida with ones dorm for reading break. Whether or not the chemical resemblance of these two things is similar or fairly different is up for grabs, but whatever the case, science is neat.
And for controversy's sake...............science can explain everything!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
405 and Other Thoughts
First of all, hello all. I hope you're all in good spirits with time available in your schedules to relax, hang with your family and watch a sweet Canucks game.
So I went to see a bitching band in the form of Death Cab on Monday evening. Despite the fact that it was a tad bit stressful getting there, it turned out fantabular. We took the "Go Train" to Toronto and walked to the venue from the station. Sexy venue. Well, maybe sexy, it all depends where you were in the actually hall, but from my point of view, quite sexy. We were three rows from the front and in the center. Quite bitching. Death Cab opened with 405, which I didn't think they would bust out. It was great. I was smiling the entire concert. Highlights involve Photobooth, Crooked Teeth and I Will Follow You into the Dark. Check out Tim's blog or Robyn's blog for pics and maybe some more in-depth description on how magnificently awesome it was. Below is Big Ben playing Transatlantisism.
As for me, I'm doing well. I completed Ocarina of Time the other day. That needed to be done. If I had not beaten the game, I would have been distracted from work that needed to be done. You can see how it was necessary. I really don't know what else to say, I'll get inspiration later and write a neat post for you guys, but for the time, peace.
So I went to see a bitching band in the form of Death Cab on Monday evening. Despite the fact that it was a tad bit stressful getting there, it turned out fantabular. We took the "Go Train" to Toronto and walked to the venue from the station. Sexy venue. Well, maybe sexy, it all depends where you were in the actually hall, but from my point of view, quite sexy. We were three rows from the front and in the center. Quite bitching. Death Cab opened with 405, which I didn't think they would bust out. It was great. I was smiling the entire concert. Highlights involve Photobooth, Crooked Teeth and I Will Follow You into the Dark. Check out Tim's blog or Robyn's blog for pics and maybe some more in-depth description on how magnificently awesome it was. Below is Big Ben playing Transatlantisism.
As for me, I'm doing well. I completed Ocarina of Time the other day. That needed to be done. If I had not beaten the game, I would have been distracted from work that needed to be done. You can see how it was necessary. I really don't know what else to say, I'll get inspiration later and write a neat post for you guys, but for the time, peace.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Recap and Mange Special
This weekend was pretty neat. It started off with a glorious gathering at the household of brother Brian. The dorm was invited to have beer and pizza with Brian's house and Steve's, (Ryan's brother) house. Great conversation and fellowship. Just great.
Tim and I started a Zelda: Ocarina of Time game this weekend. It will be our project before we get out Wii. We're pretty stoked.
Deathcab is one week today. Going with a bunch of us, should be magical.
I have my last midterm in about 20 min. After that, I should be clear till Wednesday, and then we have a mini reading break with no classes on Thrus or Fri. Tim and I will be writing songs, scripts and transforming our basement into a jam room.
See you.
Tim and I started a Zelda: Ocarina of Time game this weekend. It will be our project before we get out Wii. We're pretty stoked.
Deathcab is one week today. Going with a bunch of us, should be magical.
I have my last midterm in about 20 min. After that, I should be clear till Wednesday, and then we have a mini reading break with no classes on Thrus or Fri. Tim and I will be writing songs, scripts and transforming our basement into a jam room.
See you.
Friday, October 20, 2006
The Art of Serenading
Greetings friends,
Quick note to blogger: you suck. It won't allow me to fully post the proper chords of the following songs because it's officially silly. Such is life.
As of late a selected few of us in ye ole dorm 34 have been serenading many people, most often females. The proper way to do this is the following
1) Have a guitar handy with someone able to play
2) Have someone present (preferably a female as to not be awkward)
3) Complement the person by calling them a babe.
Below is the chords to some of our favourite serenading songs with lyrics. Simply add the desired name and go nuts. The day shall be yours.
Version 1
C G
Oh (name), Oh (name)
C G D G
Oh (name)is such a babe.
Repeat
Version 2
Em D Em D
Oh (name), never knew that you were such a babe.
C G C G
But tonight I'm on my way, tonight I'm on my way.
Repeat
(adapted from the Ben Kweller song "On My Way")
Because both these fantabular tunes are in "G" (I think?), you can play them right after one another without it sounding bad. Who knows, it might even sound good. Neat.
Quick note to blogger: you suck. It won't allow me to fully post the proper chords of the following songs because it's officially silly. Such is life.
As of late a selected few of us in ye ole dorm 34 have been serenading many people, most often females. The proper way to do this is the following
1) Have a guitar handy with someone able to play
2) Have someone present (preferably a female as to not be awkward)
3) Complement the person by calling them a babe.
Below is the chords to some of our favourite serenading songs with lyrics. Simply add the desired name and go nuts. The day shall be yours.
Version 1
C G
Oh (name)
C G D G
Oh (name)
Repeat
Version 2
Em D Em D
Oh (name)
C G C G
But tonight I'm on my way, tonight I'm on my way.
Repeat
(adapted from the Ben Kweller song "On My Way")
Because both these fantabular tunes are in "G" (I think?), you can play them right after one another without it sounding bad. Who knows, it might even sound good. Neat.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
I Wish I was a Girl
I would love to do a study of the human brain. The Counting Crows song "I wish I was a Girl" is an interesting place to start. I wish I was a girl so that you could believe me, and so that I could shake this static. Yes, those are lyrics of the song. What the singer is getting to, I'm not 100% sure, mostly because I am a striking young man and not a girl, therefore I cannot multitask by interpreting a song and blogging at the same time. So, to close this thought, Ryan wanted me to say something about breasts. Why? I'm not entirely sure, but here I go. Boobies. Interesting. Moving on.
The blogging human brain works in magical ways. I'm sure that there is some sort of mathematical equation. If one (the blogger) has ample time to spare to his or her leisure, that time will be spent doing things other than writing a blog (usually) and although writing a new blog might be on ones "to do" list, there are usually other things that fall into the cracks of our schedules other than to do the blog. Now if the blogger is swamped with other work, for example, a geography midterm tomorrow which I, I mean, the blogger hasn't studied for enough, that studying will take a commanding secondary role, encouraging the blogger to in fact, write a blog. Neat.
I've been thinking a lot lately, for, that is what I believe we as humans and Christians should be doing. Yes, we could survive by living in a small room with no human contact, art, creation or any other physical stimulus, but alas, we would not be living. There are essential things that we need that explode past the typical textbook answer of food, shelter and water. What all these things are most certainly differs from one person to the next, although similarities would most certainly show up. Never the less, there is a long list of esentials past those nifty three things. And now for the cool stuff. What is sin? Well, possibly, I'm not sure, but it could be the distortion, the alteration or misuse of the essential things that we as humans need to live. Talking crudely? The misuse of language and communication. Murder? The misuse of understanding human relationships and the respect of living things. I've started to realize (which, really is quite sad that it took me a good 19 years) of how ignorant I am on how people really live. We don't all grow up in loving homes where food is provided, where parents love each other, and where relationships are treasured. The world is pretty farked up (I was going to drop an eff-bomb, but not today. Stay tuned.) and I wonder why I grew up in the environment that I did. Etc. Mange.
Big Tim and I were discussing things that we feel safe in while trying to make a bitchin' song today. We both agreed that crawling into a warm bed when it's cold outside is very nice. I enjoy it a lot. I also like warm soup, tea with friends and being able to be yourself without freaking out about whether you're being accepted or not. Granted, that's still a struggle, but whatevs. I've been playing a lot more air guitar, it's a good way to loosen up/ push myself out of my box of comfort in the halls.
That's all I think. The next few weekers are a bit busy, so I'll be posting (up on Waggo and dropping 50) more in the near future.
Glory.
The blogging human brain works in magical ways. I'm sure that there is some sort of mathematical equation. If one (the blogger) has ample time to spare to his or her leisure, that time will be spent doing things other than writing a blog (usually) and although writing a new blog might be on ones "to do" list, there are usually other things that fall into the cracks of our schedules other than to do the blog. Now if the blogger is swamped with other work, for example, a geography midterm tomorrow which I, I mean, the blogger hasn't studied for enough, that studying will take a commanding secondary role, encouraging the blogger to in fact, write a blog. Neat.
I've been thinking a lot lately, for, that is what I believe we as humans and Christians should be doing. Yes, we could survive by living in a small room with no human contact, art, creation or any other physical stimulus, but alas, we would not be living. There are essential things that we need that explode past the typical textbook answer of food, shelter and water. What all these things are most certainly differs from one person to the next, although similarities would most certainly show up. Never the less, there is a long list of esentials past those nifty three things. And now for the cool stuff. What is sin? Well, possibly, I'm not sure, but it could be the distortion, the alteration or misuse of the essential things that we as humans need to live. Talking crudely? The misuse of language and communication. Murder? The misuse of understanding human relationships and the respect of living things. I've started to realize (which, really is quite sad that it took me a good 19 years) of how ignorant I am on how people really live. We don't all grow up in loving homes where food is provided, where parents love each other, and where relationships are treasured. The world is pretty farked up (I was going to drop an eff-bomb, but not today. Stay tuned.) and I wonder why I grew up in the environment that I did. Etc. Mange.
Big Tim and I were discussing things that we feel safe in while trying to make a bitchin' song today. We both agreed that crawling into a warm bed when it's cold outside is very nice. I enjoy it a lot. I also like warm soup, tea with friends and being able to be yourself without freaking out about whether you're being accepted or not. Granted, that's still a struggle, but whatevs. I've been playing a lot more air guitar, it's a good way to loosen up/ push myself out of my box of comfort in the halls.
That's all I think. The next few weekers are a bit busy, so I'll be posting (up on Waggo and dropping 50) more in the near future.
Glory.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Silence Calls
Mange. Oh, sweet glory, mange indeed.
This past weekend I went to Ryan G's house for some thanksgiving loving, and although the choice was a hard one to make between going to his house and the Vandorps, I think either way I was safe. With going to the Vandorps I would have some of the most remarkable R&R time possible, and and Ryan's I would be going places, seeing things and staying up late with little time to sleep in.
Things to note about the weekend at Rye Guy's. Fantastic family. Welcoming to all ends, humorous, and generally joyful people, topped off with a mom hug by Mrs. G before we left back for Hamilton. It was great to see an enviroment where Ryan gets made fun of on a regular basis. Second, I felt like I was getting ready to hibernate. I ate quite a bit and it was welcomed with open arms and jaws. Caesar dressing in mashed potatoes. So brilliant, so fantastic. Mange. Third, I played ice hockey for the 2nd, possibly 3rd time in my life. Neat. We got some guys together and rented a rink for an hour and a half and gave 'er skidoo. Before that evening, I had never raised a puck off the ice before, and at the end of the evening during breakaway's on the goalie I roofed one top corner glove side. Oh, sweet glory. Highlight of my life, even more so than saving my group and another with spam heals with low mana against The Beast. Intense.
My brain doesn't seem to be going full steam right now, because I seem to be a sentence fragment king at the moment. Well, if you're able to read and understand the above, glory. Peace out till next thinger. Oh, and the title "Silence Calls" is purely an In Medias Res song title which is quite nice. It has strings, and I like strings.
This past weekend I went to Ryan G's house for some thanksgiving loving, and although the choice was a hard one to make between going to his house and the Vandorps, I think either way I was safe. With going to the Vandorps I would have some of the most remarkable R&R time possible, and and Ryan's I would be going places, seeing things and staying up late with little time to sleep in.
Things to note about the weekend at Rye Guy's. Fantastic family. Welcoming to all ends, humorous, and generally joyful people, topped off with a mom hug by Mrs. G before we left back for Hamilton. It was great to see an enviroment where Ryan gets made fun of on a regular basis. Second, I felt like I was getting ready to hibernate. I ate quite a bit and it was welcomed with open arms and jaws. Caesar dressing in mashed potatoes. So brilliant, so fantastic. Mange. Third, I played ice hockey for the 2nd, possibly 3rd time in my life. Neat. We got some guys together and rented a rink for an hour and a half and gave 'er skidoo. Before that evening, I had never raised a puck off the ice before, and at the end of the evening during breakaway's on the goalie I roofed one top corner glove side. Oh, sweet glory. Highlight of my life, even more so than saving my group and another with spam heals with low mana against The Beast. Intense.
My brain doesn't seem to be going full steam right now, because I seem to be a sentence fragment king at the moment. Well, if you're able to read and understand the above, glory. Peace out till next thinger. Oh, and the title "Silence Calls" is purely an In Medias Res song title which is quite nice. It has strings, and I like strings.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
David........................Sucks
Tricka bicka licka shooba dooba wabba wabba. Take that, rinse, repeat and play to a funky beat, broseph.
I've been playing a lot of basketball lately to keep in shape. Back in the day I thought Chapman was just trying to make me feel good saying that I was the biggest talent to ever come out of FVC, but now I'm starting to believe him. I shoot around with Ryan on occasion and I think I'm like a fine wine; I just get better with age. Leave me on the shelf for a couple years, pop the cork and unleash a world of dunks and triple doubles, fade away shots over short girls and mad handles that would make Martha Stewart whisking a tasty cake batter look like a moron. In all serious, I've missed it quite a bit and now that I'm in the gym I wish I could relive the glory days of the Bron, Herman, and on occasion, if he hadn't heroically jumped off a 50 foot cliff to save a chick that flew of it's nest and was facing sure death, Waggo. Dag guys, we were good.
I have a roommie now who is the person of Jared Dalton. He lived with Ryan and Big Tim (Adam sucks) last year, and is quality. Highlights include his ownership/rental(?) of the DVD seasons of Boy Meets World. Man, Tapanga was such a babe. I'm also getting addicted to Super Smash Bros. for the 64. It is intense, and as Ryan stated before, the trash talk might actaully be getting out of hand.
Other things to note? I don't know, lay off me. Peace.
I've been playing a lot of basketball lately to keep in shape. Back in the day I thought Chapman was just trying to make me feel good saying that I was the biggest talent to ever come out of FVC, but now I'm starting to believe him. I shoot around with Ryan on occasion and I think I'm like a fine wine; I just get better with age. Leave me on the shelf for a couple years, pop the cork and unleash a world of dunks and triple doubles, fade away shots over short girls and mad handles that would make Martha Stewart whisking a tasty cake batter look like a moron. In all serious, I've missed it quite a bit and now that I'm in the gym I wish I could relive the glory days of the Bron, Herman, and on occasion, if he hadn't heroically jumped off a 50 foot cliff to save a chick that flew of it's nest and was facing sure death, Waggo. Dag guys, we were good.
I have a roommie now who is the person of Jared Dalton. He lived with Ryan and Big Tim (Adam sucks) last year, and is quality. Highlights include his ownership/rental(?) of the DVD seasons of Boy Meets World. Man, Tapanga was such a babe. I'm also getting addicted to Super Smash Bros. for the 64. It is intense, and as Ryan stated before, the trash talk might actaully be getting out of hand.
Other things to note? I don't know, lay off me. Peace.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Gettin' Jiggy Wit It
With the inspiring poetry of Will Smith,
"Bring it. Woo Uh, uh, uh, uh. Ha ha, ha ha. What, what, what, what. Uh. On your mark, ready set let's go. Dance floor pro, I know you know I go psycho when my new joint hit. Just can't sit, Gotta get jiggy wit it, Ooh that's it!"
Wow, what a great song. Seriously, I don't think there's another song that has such a danceable intro. So this past weekend we had a little bit of a shin dig. Let me break it down slow for you, possibly as slow as a transfer of genetic information between two E. coli bacterium of strain F+ and F-. Ryan G. (not big Tim, Adam) and I missed the "Decade Dance", one of 'Deems events for first years where you can get jiggy with it as long as there's no disco dancing. We then sobbed and even mourned a little about the fact that we didn't break it down. We then had an idea, nay, a revelation. Our thoughts melded into one, creating a legendary thought to have a dance on our porch. But alas! there was little room on our porch. A shortsighted squire I was, for I had neglected the fact that I live in D34, the most prime spot of all campus to hold an event. Off the front of our porch there grows two majestic trees, remnants of a once enchanted glade perceivable only in the minds of children and in the hearts of RPG gamers. These glorious trees were perpendicular and parallel to each other and our porch, making the perfect boxed shape. Oh, but people, it was more than that! There was one lone tree even further yet that could be utilized. Yes, it is true that the splendor of this tree was not as the others, most likely because of an ancient hex put on it by a powerful magical being, or possibly a stray shovel into its roots by an inexperienced landscaper. But alas, this tree would serve a purpose. It would make a triangle with the other trees, and thus making our dance floor a pentagon of sorts.
"Bring it. Woo Uh, uh, uh, uh. Ha ha, ha ha. What, what, what, what. Uh. On your mark, ready set let's go. Dance floor pro, I know you know I go psycho when my new joint hit. Just can't sit, Gotta get jiggy wit it, Ooh that's it!"
Wow, what a great song. Seriously, I don't think there's another song that has such a danceable intro. So this past weekend we had a little bit of a shin dig. Let me break it down slow for you, possibly as slow as a transfer of genetic information between two E. coli bacterium of strain F+ and F-. Ryan G. (not big Tim, Adam) and I missed the "Decade Dance", one of 'Deems events for first years where you can get jiggy with it as long as there's no disco dancing. We then sobbed and even mourned a little about the fact that we didn't break it down. We then had an idea, nay, a revelation. Our thoughts melded into one, creating a legendary thought to have a dance on our porch. But alas! there was little room on our porch. A shortsighted squire I was, for I had neglected the fact that I live in D34, the most prime spot of all campus to hold an event. Off the front of our porch there grows two majestic trees, remnants of a once enchanted glade perceivable only in the minds of children and in the hearts of RPG gamers. These glorious trees were perpendicular and parallel to each other and our porch, making the perfect boxed shape. Oh, but people, it was more than that! There was one lone tree even further yet that could be utilized. Yes, it is true that the splendor of this tree was not as the others, most likely because of an ancient hex put on it by a powerful magical being, or possibly a stray shovel into its roots by an inexperienced landscaper. But alas, this tree would serve a purpose. It would make a triangle with the other trees, and thus making our dance floor a pentagon of sorts.
And oh, my people, the decorations! A line of rope was strapped sturdily to the porch, and wrapped around said trees to make a clothesline of sorts, and from that line hung clothes that were fit to hold garbage. Silver starts shot from the trees branches, and icicle lights gleamed as they dangled in the air. And big Tim (there you are Adam) came and offered us an audio splitter. This lead to two computer speaker sets, totaling six speakers and two subs, to be linked into mine own computer. The speakers were strung up outside to the dance floor and to the gutter overlooking the dance floor. And, as the last pieces fell into place, a magnificent playlist was made, consisting of epics from the 90's, ranging from Savage Garden to S-Club, to Will Smith and even Michael Jackson's "Free Willie" tune. With all these pieces created, the puzzle was in existence, ready to be put together by people ready and willing to "get down" metaphorically speaking. This event was of course a formal to semi-formal evening. There were door prizes, a Fall Ball King and Queen, and much dancing to be had. Quite possibly the most glorious night thus far at Redeemer, and although we lied about it being the 16th Annual, we have a feeling there will be a 17th next year.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Some Things Just Make Sense
I was browsing through the website for the "Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster" and what they seem to believe. Although most of what they believe I don't agree with, one thing I couldn't help but agree with.
Makes so much sense!
Monday, September 11, 2006
Swipes and Strokes
This past weekend I moved downstairs into a smaller room where I will be residing by myself. As I pondered about my new habitat, I came to an understanding that in reality, all this room would become is a temporary barrier in which I will weave ideas into a high concentration only to unleash the flood of beauty each time I break free of it's walls and enter into the open system which is our world. Actually, I wasn't thinking that at all, but instead was thinking, "Man, this room would look totally bitching if I had a Hillary Duff poster over my bed." The following day I went to Zellar’s and purchased it. Go figure.
As school continues to progress forward like a hummingbird sucking the sweet nectar from a calibrichoa, I realize how good it is to be here. I miss my folks back at home, but they seem to have been pushed into the background while the artist which is my schedule paints business in an array of colours over them leaving them as foggy shapes that must be remembered instead of seen.
I must admit though, the artist is quite talented. Warm yellows of various conversations, rich greens and reds of cuisine, and deep purples of rest are only part of the spectrum that completely fills the canvas of my 24 hour day. And of course the dark streaks and shading of classes and assignments outline everything else, putting the portrait that is me into focus.
I think that being burned out like an unattended pot of spaghetti will be easy this year. I mean, there's just so much going on, so much to do, and yet I'm not worried in the least. All I'm thinking about right now is the 16th Annual La Dormitoire, the new Redeemer semi-formal fall ball that will be on our front porch this Saturday. Dance dance dance.
I'll keep you posted.
As school continues to progress forward like a hummingbird sucking the sweet nectar from a calibrichoa, I realize how good it is to be here. I miss my folks back at home, but they seem to have been pushed into the background while the artist which is my schedule paints business in an array of colours over them leaving them as foggy shapes that must be remembered instead of seen.
I must admit though, the artist is quite talented. Warm yellows of various conversations, rich greens and reds of cuisine, and deep purples of rest are only part of the spectrum that completely fills the canvas of my 24 hour day. And of course the dark streaks and shading of classes and assignments outline everything else, putting the portrait that is me into focus.
I think that being burned out like an unattended pot of spaghetti will be easy this year. I mean, there's just so much going on, so much to do, and yet I'm not worried in the least. All I'm thinking about right now is the 16th Annual La Dormitoire, the new Redeemer semi-formal fall ball that will be on our front porch this Saturday. Dance dance dance.
I'll keep you posted.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Captains Log, Stardate 2789 - 13512
Patrick Stewart is a newb, we all know that. I found it funny though that his voice was a character in the game Oblivion (pretty neat) which made me think he was less of a newb.
I'm trying to figure out what one of my semesters was worst for class time. This year I have the most class I'll likely ever have in my University career, with highlights of having nine hours worth of labs a week. That being said, it is spaced out pretty okay alright.
Dorm life is pretty sweet as well. I feel I'm making a more conscious decision to live healthier, granted it's only been a week. However, if any of these current trends maintain momentum, I hope the one I do keep is cooking tastey meals. I made this this past week, substituting goat cheese with feta and cream cheese. It was relaxing while preparing it, while the satisfaction of eating it was also a highlight.
I'm more social. Go figure. Yes, the Redeemer landscape is no longer new for me, which might account for the increased James activity, but really, I think it just might be Ryan. What a trooper.
Best moved I made thus far: bring 'ye ole guitar' out. Much enjoyment.
It's confirmed, I didn't fall into the pressure of playing volleyball this year. I told coach strait up my intensions, and although I did go to the tryout (just for encouraging reason...?) I will not be seen on any court this year other than intermurals.
Yorble
I'm trying to figure out what one of my semesters was worst for class time. This year I have the most class I'll likely ever have in my University career, with highlights of having nine hours worth of labs a week. That being said, it is spaced out pretty okay alright.
Dorm life is pretty sweet as well. I feel I'm making a more conscious decision to live healthier, granted it's only been a week. However, if any of these current trends maintain momentum, I hope the one I do keep is cooking tastey meals. I made this this past week, substituting goat cheese with feta and cream cheese. It was relaxing while preparing it, while the satisfaction of eating it was also a highlight.
I'm more social. Go figure. Yes, the Redeemer landscape is no longer new for me, which might account for the increased James activity, but really, I think it just might be Ryan. What a trooper.
Best moved I made thus far: bring 'ye ole guitar' out. Much enjoyment.
It's confirmed, I didn't fall into the pressure of playing volleyball this year. I told coach strait up my intensions, and although I did go to the tryout (just for encouraging reason...?) I will not be seen on any court this year other than intermurals.
Yorble
Monday, September 04, 2006
Newbs and Dunes
Greetings. I remember when the days were long, and the nights where the living room was on the lawn. Alas, the journey continues my second year at 'Deems kicks off. I had a week of the training, and now I'm all ready and set for some sweet school and social loving. Although it appears that I'll be flying solo in my room this year, the other guys should fill in the gap. I'm excited, and yes, mother and father were right in saying that it would be good to be back. Guys, parents are good stuff. Brother Josh and I were discussing a while back that our blogs have got decreasingly funny as the weeks and years pass. Reading old blogs makes me wonder where all the unique humour went to. Probably drowned in the phrases "Je huit les enfant" and others. Or maybe it's just hidden as a seed deep in my soul like a blazing golden hawk. Whatever the case, I'm back in Stinky O and things are well. Peace.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Silence
Good evening.
There has been lack of communication this summer. I know. Please, don't get me wrong. I'm not apologizing by any means. Silence can been a good thing. I recently finished a novel by Chaim Potok called "The Chosen" which deals with silence in a unique way, showing the positive and negative sides of it. If you plan to go to TWU then there's a good chance you'll have to read it. Back on topic.
But the communication must be restored, for there shall be a reunion of mass proportions as I venture out to the big "O" for yet another year of studies. As of last week, I was in no means wanting to go back. My time in BC has just been that good. Friends, family, the comforts of home... they were all here in abundance. I can't stress how amazing it is to have home cooked meals waiting for you to consume them night after night after days of work. It is formidable. I was talking to a friend who was longing to return to school, stating the reasons mostly connected to "freedom" that being on your own brings. But as I look back on the past 4 months, freedom hasn't been an issue. So what if someone asks you where you're going out on any given night...they care about you. I'd take being cared about over renegade freedom any day. 'Tis be a ramblin' young boss. Topic, come be restored.
I have been able to buy and consume alcohol legally for about a week now. I must say, that is a freedom that kind of makes you smile a little bit, giggle in your kidneys if you will. I feel as though the past 5 years of my life have been at the same age (because everything changes when you're 13, you're a bloody teenager! LOL, brb, ttyl, bf, gf, byob, pwnd, hc, etc.) But when the day came where everything that society had to offer me, I felt a freedom in that. It was kind of neat. So, a few things I would like to state.
Best beer that has been drank so far: The limited release Granville Island Raspberry Wheat Ale. This beer is quite sweet, due to that fact that the raspberry puree that they added was added to the second last step of the brewing during the cooling step. Most other specialty beers (Maple Cream, any honey lager, winter ales, etc.) have their special ingredients added after the fermenting stage. Very nice.
Number of times I've been carded: Zero. I'm not sure if this is due to the fact that I have a dirty beard or that I really look quite old. I should have been carded about 6 times thus far, but alas, none has come. Werd? Werd.
So, just like Warcraft has come to an end, Summer is quickly following suit. I'm getting quite stoked for school due to the fact of a few recent events happening (big Tim Selles returning, possible dorm changes, Toronto film festival) and my flight leaves two weeks today. With Ryan living in the same house as myself, I hope many upon many hours of video editing will fill the void that was my warcraft playing time. As for James, peace.
Coco
There has been lack of communication this summer. I know. Please, don't get me wrong. I'm not apologizing by any means. Silence can been a good thing. I recently finished a novel by Chaim Potok called "The Chosen" which deals with silence in a unique way, showing the positive and negative sides of it. If you plan to go to TWU then there's a good chance you'll have to read it. Back on topic.
But the communication must be restored, for there shall be a reunion of mass proportions as I venture out to the big "O" for yet another year of studies. As of last week, I was in no means wanting to go back. My time in BC has just been that good. Friends, family, the comforts of home... they were all here in abundance. I can't stress how amazing it is to have home cooked meals waiting for you to consume them night after night after days of work. It is formidable. I was talking to a friend who was longing to return to school, stating the reasons mostly connected to "freedom" that being on your own brings. But as I look back on the past 4 months, freedom hasn't been an issue. So what if someone asks you where you're going out on any given night...they care about you. I'd take being cared about over renegade freedom any day. 'Tis be a ramblin' young boss. Topic, come be restored.
I have been able to buy and consume alcohol legally for about a week now. I must say, that is a freedom that kind of makes you smile a little bit, giggle in your kidneys if you will. I feel as though the past 5 years of my life have been at the same age (because everything changes when you're 13, you're a bloody teenager! LOL, brb, ttyl, bf, gf, byob, pwnd, hc, etc.) But when the day came where everything that society had to offer me, I felt a freedom in that. It was kind of neat. So, a few things I would like to state.
Best beer that has been drank so far: The limited release Granville Island Raspberry Wheat Ale. This beer is quite sweet, due to that fact that the raspberry puree that they added was added to the second last step of the brewing during the cooling step. Most other specialty beers (Maple Cream, any honey lager, winter ales, etc.) have their special ingredients added after the fermenting stage. Very nice.
Number of times I've been carded: Zero. I'm not sure if this is due to the fact that I have a dirty beard or that I really look quite old. I should have been carded about 6 times thus far, but alas, none has come. Werd? Werd.
So, just like Warcraft has come to an end, Summer is quickly following suit. I'm getting quite stoked for school due to the fact of a few recent events happening (big Tim Selles returning, possible dorm changes, Toronto film festival) and my flight leaves two weeks today. With Ryan living in the same house as myself, I hope many upon many hours of video editing will fill the void that was my warcraft playing time. As for James, peace.
Coco
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Geez Louise
I'm back from the digital dead. Neato y'all. First of all, props to Gary and Louise for having a little baby boy. Although I was a bit off on the gender, it's still nice to see little Kai Coco came into the world closest to my birthday without going over. What a great contest.
In latest news, I just came back from camping for a week up at the 'Shwap with the fam. just chilling. What a glorious week of relaxation. Just thought I'd give an update since it's been a few months. Time flys. In two weeks time I'll be busting a flight out to "O" town for another go at the ol' degree. Go figure.
I'll blog later, promise...suckers.
Peace,
Coco
P.S. Big Tim from Redeemer has a blog now here.
In latest news, I just came back from camping for a week up at the 'Shwap with the fam. just chilling. What a glorious week of relaxation. Just thought I'd give an update since it's been a few months. Time flys. In two weeks time I'll be busting a flight out to "O" town for another go at the ol' degree. Go figure.
I'll blog later, promise...suckers.
Peace,
Coco
P.S. Big Tim from Redeemer has a blog now here.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Jorben Yurgen
Howdy doody. Past weeks in recap...busy. Alrighty, now that we're caught up, I'm going to make a few statements, observations if you will. First of all, high school is no longer high school to me. Let me explain. In high school, I felt fantastic, challenged, and generally glad to be there. I felt mature, old, and even a bit rebellious when I called Mr. Kim "Rob" in Physics. When I return after a year, it all seems different though. The students seem like they're 13 or 14 years old, and even the grades that were just below us seem so much younger. It was different returning as a mature, experienced and generally very handsome alumni. I realized it was no longer my home, but instead a vague stomping ground from a faded memory. The teachers however have not changed much, and that's why I return. Quality people.
Adams back, and just for all of you that read my blogs numerous times, the blog in where I described visiting David VH in Seattle should have mentioned that Adam went with me. He gave me a hard time about it and I couldn't stand to think of Adam not being happy, so consider the blog corrected.
Another thing that I've found very weird is my desire to hear certain songs. My ipod was "broken" and I lost most of my music on there. I've been missing a few songs, particularly "Photobooth" by DCFC and "Boxing" by Ben Folds. When I get into these cravings, even if I just hum the song I get a fuzzy feeling, a metaphorical "fix" if you will.
Brian's coming in two weeks while bringing two friends. Neat. Also looking forward to camping to two weeks with the friendsicles.
Updated? I think so.
Adams back, and just for all of you that read my blogs numerous times, the blog in where I described visiting David VH in Seattle should have mentioned that Adam went with me. He gave me a hard time about it and I couldn't stand to think of Adam not being happy, so consider the blog corrected.
Another thing that I've found very weird is my desire to hear certain songs. My ipod was "broken" and I lost most of my music on there. I've been missing a few songs, particularly "Photobooth" by DCFC and "Boxing" by Ben Folds. When I get into these cravings, even if I just hum the song I get a fuzzy feeling, a metaphorical "fix" if you will.
Brian's coming in two weeks while bringing two friends. Neat. Also looking forward to camping to two weeks with the friendsicles.
Updated? I think so.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Murrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry
Murphy's Law for garden hoses is that if a garden hose can only physically kink itself 6 times, it will kink 7.
I start off every morning with a nice watering of the outdoor shrubs, bushes and perenials. Usually the hose heeds to my amazing watering abilities, although today it decided that every time I had my back turn, it would cleverly wind it self in odd ways so that my water flow would cease. A tiny bit annoying, but that just might be the worst part of my job. Helping old ladies find flowers and hanging baskets...fantastic.
As for plans after work? Flying disk.
I start off every morning with a nice watering of the outdoor shrubs, bushes and perenials. Usually the hose heeds to my amazing watering abilities, although today it decided that every time I had my back turn, it would cleverly wind it self in odd ways so that my water flow would cease. A tiny bit annoying, but that just might be the worst part of my job. Helping old ladies find flowers and hanging baskets...fantastic.
As for plans after work? Flying disk.
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