A lot of things have happened since I last blogged. Here are a few of them:
1) Went up to Sioux Falls with Lisa to visit Matt. He is living in a crappy apartment that smells like mold. He should get out of there. We saw the actual falls up there. There were a lot of hills, too.
2) Went to Cherry county to the grand lake called Merritt Reservoir. It was neat. Lisa's kin was there, and so was I. And so was Matt. He made a venture there from Sioux Falls. We rode the jetski and fished and had a heck of a time. It was a riot.
3) Roguing. I have been roguing. It is not as fun as it was the first week. I used to be all allstar on everyone, finishing way ahead of everyone, but now I just sort of slum through the field. I need some kind of motivation!
4) I thinkI am going to run the Long Beach Marathon in October. The LBC, that's where it's at. I started a little training program that is going good so far.
5) Little computer that I am using right now! It's really small, like something that you could put in your purse or in your coat. The keyboard took some getting used to, though, because all the keys are mashed together so you have to go all dainty-like when typing.
July 08, 2009
June 05, 2009
Detasseling, Beaver
I am going to detassel this summer. I am also going to hoe and rogue, which comes before detasseling.
For those of you who do not know what these things are, let me tell you.
Detassel, that means to be a male stripper. I am going to strip off my clothes for money.
Hoe, that means to get hoes, to prostitute your body. I am going to prostitute my body.
Rogue, that means flip out and start shooting the bad guys with your uzi. I am going to take out the bad guys.
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No, it was all a joke! I am not going to strip off my clothes, or prostitute my body, or take out the bad guys.
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Detassel means to take the tassel off the corn. De-tassel. It is simple enough to understand. The reason for detasseling is so that corn will not pollinate. Actually, I really don't know.
Hoe, that means to go and hoe the corn out of the middle of the row. If it is not growing on the little mound, if it is growing in the trough instead, hoe it out of there!
Rogue, that means to get the rogues out of there. The corn that looks weird. No one wants rogue corn mating with the rest. Get the rogues out of there!
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Was that a simple enough explanation?
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I watched a documentary about beavers. They are clever little creatures. They also make funny noises. I saw a tree fall on a beaver, and it let out a sound. It was not harmed. I saw a bear chase after a beaver. The beaver got away. A bear is not that fast, I guess.
For those of you who do not know what these things are, let me tell you.
Detassel, that means to be a male stripper. I am going to strip off my clothes for money.
Hoe, that means to get hoes, to prostitute your body. I am going to prostitute my body.
Rogue, that means flip out and start shooting the bad guys with your uzi. I am going to take out the bad guys.
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No, it was all a joke! I am not going to strip off my clothes, or prostitute my body, or take out the bad guys.
•••••
Detassel means to take the tassel off the corn. De-tassel. It is simple enough to understand. The reason for detasseling is so that corn will not pollinate. Actually, I really don't know.
Hoe, that means to go and hoe the corn out of the middle of the row. If it is not growing on the little mound, if it is growing in the trough instead, hoe it out of there!
Rogue, that means to get the rogues out of there. The corn that looks weird. No one wants rogue corn mating with the rest. Get the rogues out of there!
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Was that a simple enough explanation?
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I watched a documentary about beavers. They are clever little creatures. They also make funny noises. I saw a tree fall on a beaver, and it let out a sound. It was not harmed. I saw a bear chase after a beaver. The beaver got away. A bear is not that fast, I guess.
May 20, 2009
Hello to you, young Larks!
Hello!
This Wednesday Octover 3. The Day of the Wednes. Wens. Wensday.
My name, as you know, is spelled like it sounds: C-H-R-L-S. Vowels, they are mythological. Like pneumonia. Like a unicorn horn.
The unicorn horn, it was actually a tusk of a narwhal. Narwhal. It means "corpse whale" in the great language called Norse.
Norse, what it is is a horse that lives in the north. Like north as in Kansas, as in Venezula, as in a rampart. A donut-paraguay. Parkay. The butter.
And so, with the greatest excitement bursting forth from my self, like a dragon busting a claw through a piece of romaine lettuce, you know it. You know it:
Jello pudding.
This Wednesday Octover 3. The Day of the Wednes. Wens. Wensday.
My name, as you know, is spelled like it sounds: C-H-R-L-S. Vowels, they are mythological. Like pneumonia. Like a unicorn horn.
The unicorn horn, it was actually a tusk of a narwhal. Narwhal. It means "corpse whale" in the great language called Norse.
Norse, what it is is a horse that lives in the north. Like north as in Kansas, as in Venezula, as in a rampart. A donut-paraguay. Parkay. The butter.
And so, with the greatest excitement bursting forth from my self, like a dragon busting a claw through a piece of romaine lettuce, you know it. You know it:
Jello pudding.
May 10, 2009
Dragon and Romaine.
There was a dragon. The dragon was a reddish color. A reddish-orangish-blue-color. The color of cool-aid mixed with jello.
There was a not dragon. The not dragon was not a reddish color. It was green. It was known among the locals as a piece of lettuce. Romaine, to be exact.
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Dragon flares up his hide, the romaine, it whips out a can of whoop-ass, known among the bakers as a can of froth. The froth, it is sprayed upon the flared hide of the dragon. There is smoke. Smoke from the dragon's nostrils and smoke from where the froth froths upon the dragon's reddish-orangish-blue-colored hide. The dragon delivers a package to the piece of lettuce via Federal Express. The package is sent right that instant and is opened right that instant.
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Inside, little crawlies you probably know by the name as jungle-ohs. The jungle-ohs, they are skilled in playing instruments from the Medieval period. The lute, the oboe. The jungle-ohs, they rear back on three of their nine hind feet, they blow into the lute and strum the oboe, and then there are fireworks.
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Oh my oh my my oh my! says the romaine as it sees the fireworks being strummed forth from the jungle-ohs. How grandiose! How spectacular!
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Dragon then smiles at the piece of romaine, laps at the green skin of the lettuce with a tongue that is of the color of the color of blueish-greenish-gray-lemur-mexicano. Romaine likes it and purrs. There is cuddling and drinking of papaya nectar. There is ceremony.
(this is all some random stuff written because there was nothing written on my blog for a while. You may like it, you may not. I like to eat oranges, when they are ripe.)
There was a not dragon. The not dragon was not a reddish color. It was green. It was known among the locals as a piece of lettuce. Romaine, to be exact.
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Dragon flares up his hide, the romaine, it whips out a can of whoop-ass, known among the bakers as a can of froth. The froth, it is sprayed upon the flared hide of the dragon. There is smoke. Smoke from the dragon's nostrils and smoke from where the froth froths upon the dragon's reddish-orangish-blue-colored hide. The dragon delivers a package to the piece of lettuce via Federal Express. The package is sent right that instant and is opened right that instant.
•••••
Inside, little crawlies you probably know by the name as jungle-ohs. The jungle-ohs, they are skilled in playing instruments from the Medieval period. The lute, the oboe. The jungle-ohs, they rear back on three of their nine hind feet, they blow into the lute and strum the oboe, and then there are fireworks.
•••••
Oh my oh my my oh my! says the romaine as it sees the fireworks being strummed forth from the jungle-ohs. How grandiose! How spectacular!
•••••
Dragon then smiles at the piece of romaine, laps at the green skin of the lettuce with a tongue that is of the color of the color of blueish-greenish-gray-lemur-mexicano. Romaine likes it and purrs. There is cuddling and drinking of papaya nectar. There is ceremony.
(this is all some random stuff written because there was nothing written on my blog for a while. You may like it, you may not. I like to eat oranges, when they are ripe.)
May 05, 2009
Short Song
Anton and I made a short song today. I play a guitar riff like 77 times, and he plays a solo on the trumpet.
April 25, 2009
Cal Arts vs. Boston
Hmm...I could choose to go to either Cal Arts or the Boston Conservatory.
Well, the clarinet instructor from Cal Arts emailed to tell me I was accepted, called me a day later, and now this other person is trying to get me some more money, and two others are trying to arrange some other stuff. The clarinet instructor has called me many times since, and the lady who is helping me with financial aid stuff has left a couple messages. When I emailed someone else, they called back about 5 minutes later.
The Boston Conservatory...they haven't sent me out any information. All I got was an email saying that I was accepted. I called to see if they got my paperwork straightened out, and the dude said that he would get back to me. That was last week. I don't think they are going to get back to me.
Not that I care...
Because I was pretty sure all along that Cal Arts was going to be the place I went to...even back in January before the auditions...that's where I thought I would go, and that's where I am (fortunately) going.
Basically, The Boston Conservatory is the equivalent of The University of Maryland's Creative Writing Program: none of those two will ever get back to you!
Well, the clarinet instructor from Cal Arts emailed to tell me I was accepted, called me a day later, and now this other person is trying to get me some more money, and two others are trying to arrange some other stuff. The clarinet instructor has called me many times since, and the lady who is helping me with financial aid stuff has left a couple messages. When I emailed someone else, they called back about 5 minutes later.
The Boston Conservatory...they haven't sent me out any information. All I got was an email saying that I was accepted. I called to see if they got my paperwork straightened out, and the dude said that he would get back to me. That was last week. I don't think they are going to get back to me.
Not that I care...
Because I was pretty sure all along that Cal Arts was going to be the place I went to...even back in January before the auditions...that's where I thought I would go, and that's where I am (fortunately) going.
Basically, The Boston Conservatory is the equivalent of The University of Maryland's Creative Writing Program: none of those two will ever get back to you!
April 01, 2009
Magic Tractor, Trip, Barken
What happened to the magic tractor? It drove down the road and turned into a field.
Ha ha. That is some funny stuff.
I like that joke. It is good. It makes me smile.
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:)
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Took a trip with Lisa to West Virginia and Maryland. She was visiting schools. Turns out WVU is not as good as it seemed, and Maryland is better.
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The people with who we stayed had greyhounds. Evidently, this specie of dog rarely barks. I got barked at.
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Or is it "barken" as in "I got barken at by the greyhound."
Ha ha. That is some funny stuff.
I like that joke. It is good. It makes me smile.
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:)
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Took a trip with Lisa to West Virginia and Maryland. She was visiting schools. Turns out WVU is not as good as it seemed, and Maryland is better.
•••••
The people with who we stayed had greyhounds. Evidently, this specie of dog rarely barks. I got barked at.
•••••
Or is it "barken" as in "I got barken at by the greyhound."
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