Saturday, May 31, 2008
Why I like: Sitting around a fire
There are few things that bring a group of guys together better than sitting around a fire and talking. The combination of stories, laughter and honesty is a rare combination for guys. It creates an atmosphere unlike any I've ever experienced. I recommend it.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Why I like: Explanations
So I explained I would try to write every day. Try has become the operative word, with fail being the condition of that word. Here's why: during the 9 weeks of summer camp at New Life Ranch, we have two hours off a day. We can do whatever we want with these.
During staff training, we do not get two hours off a day. We get really unexpected times off. Sometimes we'll get done with an event early. Sometimes there's nothing planned for a time, even though the schedule says there is something planned. Long story short: there's no continuity or pattern to this week and a half.
Thus, no writing for a week, then two posts in one day. Staff training happens like that.
During the summer (read: starting Monday night), I will have time to post daily. Hopefully I'll have time to post tomorrow, because I have some thoughts on a thing to tell you about. No really, I do. Imagine that.
great mental image of the day: Sgt. Pepper's-era Beatles on Surfboards. yes.
During staff training, we do not get two hours off a day. We get really unexpected times off. Sometimes we'll get done with an event early. Sometimes there's nothing planned for a time, even though the schedule says there is something planned. Long story short: there's no continuity or pattern to this week and a half.
Thus, no writing for a week, then two posts in one day. Staff training happens like that.
During the summer (read: starting Monday night), I will have time to post daily. Hopefully I'll have time to post tomorrow, because I have some thoughts on a thing to tell you about. No really, I do. Imagine that.
great mental image of the day: Sgt. Pepper's-era Beatles on Surfboards. yes.
Why I like: Camp
We are always doing something at camp. Especially during staff training (which runs until Saturday), we never have time to sit down.
Case in point: On Monday, my small group decided to go to out to a small (but awesome) restaurant in the bustling Metropolis of Siloam Springs, Arakansas, for lunch. We got there, much to our disappointment, to find it closed. We then realized that it was Memorial Day. None of us, including the three resident staff (read: adults) knew it was Memorial day.
We seriously live in a bubble.
Case in point: On Monday, my small group decided to go to out to a small (but awesome) restaurant in the bustling Metropolis of Siloam Springs, Arakansas, for lunch. We got there, much to our disappointment, to find it closed. We then realized that it was Memorial Day. None of us, including the three resident staff (read: adults) knew it was Memorial day.
We seriously live in a bubble.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Why I like: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
It's a bad-a movie for almost two hours. Mutt Williams is great, Miriam Ravenwood makes me happy, and the storyline is "WTF mate??" interesting.
Then, in one of the worst endings of all time (the Hindenburg comes to mind, for comparison), George Lucas exerts his Executive Producer might.
"I'm George Lucas, Suckaaaaaaaaaaas! I do whats I want!" he declared (in an incredibly African-Americanized manner). Then he proceeded to drive the film into the ground. It only took six minutes and one CGI sequence, but seriously. Your soul will feel violated that you just watched such an incredible movie, only to see it dashed hopelessly on the rocks. Kinda like if Odysseus made it past the sirens, Scylla and Charbydis, and everything else, then hit some rocks off the coast of his hometown and his ship sank and his entire crew died. He still swims home, but geez. What a crappy ending.
I have a feeling this weekend is going to be off the chartzorz for Indy 4. Next weekend there we be like 3 dollars taken in. It's just not a film I'm going to go see again. If the ending were different, I'd see it like eight times. But you seriously feel cheated.
funny mental image I'm left with: George Lucas with a fro in Harlem.
Then, in one of the worst endings of all time (the Hindenburg comes to mind, for comparison), George Lucas exerts his Executive Producer might.
"I'm George Lucas, Suckaaaaaaaaaaas! I do whats I want!" he declared (in an incredibly African-Americanized manner). Then he proceeded to drive the film into the ground. It only took six minutes and one CGI sequence, but seriously. Your soul will feel violated that you just watched such an incredible movie, only to see it dashed hopelessly on the rocks. Kinda like if Odysseus made it past the sirens, Scylla and Charbydis, and everything else, then hit some rocks off the coast of his hometown and his ship sank and his entire crew died. He still swims home, but geez. What a crappy ending.
I have a feeling this weekend is going to be off the chartzorz for Indy 4. Next weekend there we be like 3 dollars taken in. It's just not a film I'm going to go see again. If the ending were different, I'd see it like eight times. But you seriously feel cheated.
funny mental image I'm left with: George Lucas with a fro in Harlem.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Why I dislike: The Internet
Everything possible is available on the internet. Unfortunately, it's not always accessible. I totally missed my friend Nathan being interviewed on The House FM with his incredible piano-rock band Skyline Circle because my internet connection decided that it wasn't going to stream the radio station online.
If the internet were punchable, it would have a black eye by now. Also, it would be crouched in the fetal position. Pwned.
As it stands, though, I got pwned by the internet. Sad day.
If the internet were punchable, it would have a black eye by now. Also, it would be crouched in the fetal position. Pwned.
As it stands, though, I got pwned by the internet. Sad day.
Why I like: Guestroom Records
I got Fountains of Wayne's Welcome Interstate Managers, the obscure Retrospective from the High Llamas, and the extremely obscure Learn: The Songs of Phil Ochs by Kind of Like Spitting for 20 bucks total.
But the reason I love Guestroom is not the reasonable pricing or the incredible selection. It's the fact that one of the co-owners (who was clerking at the time) had conversation with me about two of the three albums in the minute while I was checking out.
It made me feel great. I'm not alone in my obsessive love of music! Woo!
But the reason I love Guestroom is not the reasonable pricing or the incredible selection. It's the fact that one of the co-owners (who was clerking at the time) had conversation with me about two of the three albums in the minute while I was checking out.
It made me feel great. I'm not alone in my obsessive love of music! Woo!
Monday, May 19, 2008
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