You know, that asshole who’s been going back and forth between two girls (who also happen to be BFFs) for like seventy years. Fiction and nonfiction are like apples and oranges, sometimes you want the fictional one and sometimes you want the other. I just couldn’t settle on one, so I have to find a balance. As a general rule I do read nonfiction must faster then fiction, probably because the former doesn’t have to be read linearly. I don’t think its good to limit yourself to one type of reading, so maybe it isn’t a good idea to compare reading habits to someone like Archie who really needs to pull his shit together and stop being a selfish prick who wants everything.
Monthly Archives: September 2014
There’s a lot of things I won’t eat because certain reflexes easily kick in, this includes most vegetables but not much else (I drink a lot of V8 and Odwalla to compensate). With anything else I love trying new things. Whenever there’s a new animal available, barring some fish, I will try it. The weirdest thing I ever ate was this:
That’s jellyfish. I had in at a restaurant in the Seattle Chinatown with a couple friends a few years back. When we walked in everyone inside was speaking Chinese, so we knew we found a good spot. Jellyfish is also one of the worst things I’ve tried. Rubbery and flavorless. Thankfully we also get several other dishes.
If I ever have the opportunity to try whale I will. Don’t judge me with “I can’t believe you support that” or any shit like that. Eating whale is no more bad the planet then creating such a demand for beef that billions of cows are polluting the earth by farting all day. And don’t give me the “you’ll be sorry if they go extinct!” I’ll be very happy that I took advantage of an opportunity now lost forever.
The ground has become
A quilt of orange, red, and yellow
Stripped from the trees
I’m almost done with my contributions to the next edition of the paper. On Monday I wrote and submitted an article about the religious persecution of the Kurds (I’ll post it here once I can), yesterday I started working on an article about an upcoming student trip Finland and Sweden. I need to finish writing it since the deadline is at 11:30 tonight, I’m almost done and now I can do the rest since I just received all the necessary information. Just like I thought writing articles doesn’t take very long for me to do. Conducting the interviews and finding pictures to use is what takes up all the time. Once I have done that I know what to say and just need to look at my notes. Its very exciting doing the interviews, reporting my findings, seeing my work in print, and then people telling me how much they enjoyed the piece. That’s not even counting the $75 monthly stipend.
I appreciate constructive criticism, but there’s always that one person who just has to be a dick. Tactfulness is key.
Seth MacFarlane’s long running adult cartoon? If you say “Family Guy” we can be friends, if you say “The Family Guy” then I’m sorry. It’s all about attention to detail. Same goes for the name of the most popular grocery store with isn’t Wal-Mart. The correct answer is “Fred Meyer” NOT “Fred Meyers” or “Fred Meyer’s!” Pay attention people! Stop adding “the”s and “S”s were they don’t belong!
Technically we’re still in Summer, another whopping two days left of it. Almost all the trees on my campus are evergreen’s so they aren’t really effected by the change in seasons. At my house there are two huge vine maples and every year they shed all their leaves and turn the lawn into a quilt of red, yellow, and orange. This doesn’t sadden me, nor does it bring me any sense of joy. Instead it signals that the year is slipping away. Halloween is around the corner, and once that hits soon Thanksgiving, Christmas, and ultimately New Year’s will follow. That is always what it meant to me.
Memories of prior holiday seasons begin to return, and usually I can sort out the highlight of each one even if I can’t pinpoint the year. Now the years come and go faster than ever for me.
Every month there is a campus open mic night and the most recent one was last night. Other then a comedy monologue performance and banjo solo it was a largely lackluster hour of people singing whatever top 40 hit they last heard (thankfully Let it Go was absent this time), so I decided it needed a little sprucing up and I decided to do a performance of my own. I can do impressions pretty well, granted its a limited range of characters. I have a routine of Shaggy smoking a bong and getting super high, and I asked if I could do it even though I knew they would say no. Sure enough they said I could as long as I took the weed smoking out, but that’s like Tony Montana without his Bolivian dancing powder. That provided an excellent intro as I prepared the audience for the approved routine: Yoda. It was heavily improvised, but I went on about selling out to Disney and the audience howled with laughter. After the show many people approached me and said it was the best part of the night. Even more satisfying, I discredited my sister’s claim that I would never make anyone laugh with my Yoda voice.
Had our first one yesterday. Mostly we went over how the first issue went, it was expected to be twelve pages but turned out to be sixteen; so we have outperformed already. Then we went over newspaper grammar and style conventions, chiefly to justify editing choices. Apparently the term “freshman” is now taboo in the newspaper world because some
idiot do-gooder wanted something to complain about it supposedly hurts the self esteem of first year students. Next we went over assignments. I have been given an assignment to write about one of our professors who is Fullbrighting in Finland, then I will be writing a report of the religious persecution of the Kurds. Overall the school paper has kept me very busy, but the good kind of busy.
I’m not good reading people’s emotions. I can tell if someone’s upset if they really show it, but I can’t if they are giving signs to the contrary. As a general rule, I’m heavily reliant on verbal statements, and my lie detection skills are hit or miss. All this I had to learn the hard way.