For all of the Youtube buffs out there, you probably know this one inside out already. But I figured it still deserved an honorable mention, and that it might enhance our blog's natural beauty. So here it is:
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Sunday, January 6, 2008
East Meets West Meets Acid
In the vein of elections and politics and whatnot, meet Barack OBollywood. I came across this randomly and thought of, well, TASPers.
In other news, my house is now TASPer-free and I'm experiencing a bit of withdrawal. Symptoms include, but are not limited to, skimming through the pages of the Clique books and thinking, "Why, Mac, why?", feeling as though my humble abode is empty despite the fact that there are six rather loud people inhabiting it, and incessantly checking travelocity.com for flights to Montreal, San Francisco, Waco, St. Louis, D.C., Miami (and Bradenton), Merced, San Diego, Taiwan, Macedonia, Shanghai, Phoenix, Buffalo, and various other locations.
OK, back to resistors and ohmic materials and other useless crap.
In other news, my house is now TASPer-free and I'm experiencing a bit of withdrawal. Symptoms include, but are not limited to, skimming through the pages of the Clique books and thinking, "Why, Mac, why?", feeling as though my humble abode is empty despite the fact that there are six rather loud people inhabiting it, and incessantly checking travelocity.com for flights to Montreal, San Francisco, Waco, St. Louis, D.C., Miami (and Bradenton), Merced, San Diego, Taiwan, Macedonia, Shanghai, Phoenix, Buffalo, and various other locations.
OK, back to resistors and ohmic materials and other useless crap.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
I Love Bruce!
I just watched a Pink Panther movie with Peter Sellers. His nose melted off, which reminded me of the book I'm reading at the moment. The Salmon of Doubt, about the closest thing to an autobiography ever put together for or by my favorite author and inspiration in life, Douglas Adams. He talks about his nose in one of the sections, describing it as a "great architectural work".
And I've discovered he lived in Santa Fe for a while. If I had known that, I could have met him amongst all the yuppie, rich art lovers and SUV drivers that populate that wonderfully surreal city. It's a law in Santa Fe to build your house in the traditional adobe style. Even the McDonald's is adobe. Can we plan a TASP reunion there? I think we could communally love the art and wine and desert.
So, the book has an Introduction written by Monty Python's Terry Jones. And even an Introduction to the Introduction, to set a record for the number of Introductions in a book, giving Douglas Adams the distinction his written works deserve. (paraphrased from Jones' Introductions)
I used to think people were ridiculous for living in Phoenix because the weather was warm, just to go inside and turn on the air conditioning. But, as the temperature continues to drop: 0F, -10F, -20F, -30F (last night), I begin to realize that people in Colorado are ridiculous for the very same reason. We live in this unbelievably cold climate so we can maybe go skiing on the off weekend, and then spend the rest of the winter locked inside with our fires blazing, wearing six sweaters, and constantly drinking hot chocolate. No one goes outside, because the temperature is literally breath-taking. When I walk from the main school building to the band room every day, I hear a huge sucking noise. Everyone is sucking in the last breath of warm air they may ever take.
I love all of you!!!
Ana
And I've discovered he lived in Santa Fe for a while. If I had known that, I could have met him amongst all the yuppie, rich art lovers and SUV drivers that populate that wonderfully surreal city. It's a law in Santa Fe to build your house in the traditional adobe style. Even the McDonald's is adobe. Can we plan a TASP reunion there? I think we could communally love the art and wine and desert.
So, the book has an Introduction written by Monty Python's Terry Jones. And even an Introduction to the Introduction, to set a record for the number of Introductions in a book, giving Douglas Adams the distinction his written works deserve. (paraphrased from Jones' Introductions)
I used to think people were ridiculous for living in Phoenix because the weather was warm, just to go inside and turn on the air conditioning. But, as the temperature continues to drop: 0F, -10F, -20F, -30F (last night), I begin to realize that people in Colorado are ridiculous for the very same reason. We live in this unbelievably cold climate so we can maybe go skiing on the off weekend, and then spend the rest of the winter locked inside with our fires blazing, wearing six sweaters, and constantly drinking hot chocolate. No one goes outside, because the temperature is literally breath-taking. When I walk from the main school building to the band room every day, I hear a huge sucking noise. Everyone is sucking in the last breath of warm air they may ever take.
I love all of you!!!
Ana
Holy Huck.
NBC is projecting that the Huckster has taken Iowa in the Republican primary. If Edwards wins, we can have a Battle of the Heavily-Accented Populists in 2008 (almost as good as a Giuliani-Clinton Subway Series, except I think I'd move to Mexico if either Huckabee or Edwards were to become president.)
On the upside, I'm going to register to vote tomorrow! And, in fact, I am able to vote in the primary. But you can't vote in a primary as an independent, so I think I'm going to have to side with the Democrats. Or the Greens, or the Libertarians. Love that unfettered capitalism! (but at least those who get screwed can do all the drugs they want as a way to forget about their poverty.) Oh, and Laura, they're actually letting us register at school, so we can throw a party there. That will be even better than a party at someone's house, especially because our new dean of students can come yell at us for being too loud. He's growing a beard.
On an unrelated note, I have a four page history research paper to write tonight. I haven't started it yet.
This election has barely started and it's already depressing. Perhaps Joseph Beuys can cheer me up. At least he still likes America.
They have quite an impressive selection of art videos on YouTube. Stellar!
On the upside, I'm going to register to vote tomorrow! And, in fact, I am able to vote in the primary. But you can't vote in a primary as an independent, so I think I'm going to have to side with the Democrats. Or the Greens, or the Libertarians. Love that unfettered capitalism! (but at least those who get screwed can do all the drugs they want as a way to forget about their poverty.) Oh, and Laura, they're actually letting us register at school, so we can throw a party there. That will be even better than a party at someone's house, especially because our new dean of students can come yell at us for being too loud. He's growing a beard.
On an unrelated note, I have a four page history research paper to write tonight. I haven't started it yet.
This election has barely started and it's already depressing. Perhaps Joseph Beuys can cheer me up. At least he still likes America.
They have quite an impressive selection of art videos on YouTube. Stellar!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
We are totally up for College Town Bagels. Like, right now!
So, Mac and Laura and I are here in Gili's sister's bedroom. Gili is asleep. She has to show up to HG high school tomorrow morning. Mac and I thought of showing up with her, too (just for mental support), but the idea was quickly discarded.
Laura is snoozing (sort of). She wakes up every 5 minutes or so. She has to leave tomorrow morning before 8. :( (emoticons are so limiting... :( )
Mac is playing with a giant, purple, plush dice. He's still in his PJs.
Which is not such a weird thing. Aurélie is too. We all got up very late, and we didn't go out at all, so it's not like it even mattered. I always wore my red basketball shorts and black shirt at tasp, which i slept in pretty much every night (except for the nights when we didn't sleep at all).
Yesterday, when we got back from Brooklyn around 3:07 AM, we ravaged Gili's fridge. We had spaghetti and pizza and Fresca and crackers and tiramisu (Y-U-M!) and chocolate covered strawberries. I might be forgetting something. Then we watched the office for a little while. It was so CBTAish, it was incredible. The only thing that was missing was the foosball table.
I really miss College Town Bagels. I am totally up for a late-night bagel run. Right. Now. I think it would be the perfect way to cap a long, lazy day--kind of like TASP: sleeping through seminar...reading Foucault...and staying up way, way longer than is appropriate. But sadly, no CTB for us. :(
Laura's definitely asleep now. She hasn't woken up since we started this blog post. It's depressing to think she's leaving so soon...but anyway, we already talked about this, and I don't want to get repetitive.
So! Let's talk about something a little more interesting. Like...the weather. We've all managed to escape some pretty awful weather back home. Except for Mac, who lives in the middle of a tropical wasteland. It's the definition of temperate in Arizona right now. But it's freezing cold in Montréal and Kirksville. So awful. I don't know how they're going to survive.
Tomorrow Aurélie and I are off on an adventure through the Big City. Not much is planned as of yet, but I know we're going to visit Labyrinth Books (coming highly recommended from a certain Mr. Kenny), and...some museum. Aurélie remains mysteriously close-lipped about the name of the place, so I don't quite know what to expect. Pray for my soul.
I have faith in Aurélie's taste in art, though. She's a good deal more cultured than I am. And now I'm boggarting the post. Maybe I shall turn over the reins to Aurélie now, in keeping with the multivocal nature of the post. Or maybe not.
No, he shouldn't have. Because Mac is a lot more Charmin(') than I am. He's a bro. But that's okay, together we make a good team...we churn out gibberish like no other.
Oh, and you might also want to know that we're listening to Different Trains at the moment. Not that there is a train track that I know of around here in Chappaqua, but Steve Reich is there to make up for that. There are deer in Chappaqua, though. And they like to watch the Office with us through Gili's sitting room's bay window.
Sur ce, we do hope that we haven't confused the heck out of everyone too much by switching voices all the time. (Can you make out who wrote what?)
Sorry about the disjointedness of this post. We love you all. Like, tons.
Love,
Mac and Aurélie
PS: Also, if we were at CTB right now, Mac would be having a "Bronx" bagel (it entails Pepper jack cheese, scrambled eggs, and some other ingredients) and I would have the good ol' Jonas Jive...or was it Jona's Jive?
Laura is snoozing (sort of). She wakes up every 5 minutes or so. She has to leave tomorrow morning before 8. :( (emoticons are so limiting... :( )
Mac is playing with a giant, purple, plush dice. He's still in his PJs.
Which is not such a weird thing. Aurélie is too. We all got up very late, and we didn't go out at all, so it's not like it even mattered. I always wore my red basketball shorts and black shirt at tasp, which i slept in pretty much every night (except for the nights when we didn't sleep at all).
Yesterday, when we got back from Brooklyn around 3:07 AM, we ravaged Gili's fridge. We had spaghetti and pizza and Fresca and crackers and tiramisu (Y-U-M!) and chocolate covered strawberries. I might be forgetting something. Then we watched the office for a little while. It was so CBTAish, it was incredible. The only thing that was missing was the foosball table.
I really miss College Town Bagels. I am totally up for a late-night bagel run. Right. Now. I think it would be the perfect way to cap a long, lazy day--kind of like TASP: sleeping through seminar...reading Foucault...and staying up way, way longer than is appropriate. But sadly, no CTB for us. :(
Laura's definitely asleep now. She hasn't woken up since we started this blog post. It's depressing to think she's leaving so soon...but anyway, we already talked about this, and I don't want to get repetitive.
So! Let's talk about something a little more interesting. Like...the weather. We've all managed to escape some pretty awful weather back home. Except for Mac, who lives in the middle of a tropical wasteland. It's the definition of temperate in Arizona right now. But it's freezing cold in Montréal and Kirksville. So awful. I don't know how they're going to survive.
Tomorrow Aurélie and I are off on an adventure through the Big City. Not much is planned as of yet, but I know we're going to visit Labyrinth Books (coming highly recommended from a certain Mr. Kenny), and...some museum. Aurélie remains mysteriously close-lipped about the name of the place, so I don't quite know what to expect. Pray for my soul.
I have faith in Aurélie's taste in art, though. She's a good deal more cultured than I am. And now I'm boggarting the post. Maybe I shall turn over the reins to Aurélie now, in keeping with the multivocal nature of the post. Or maybe not.
No, he shouldn't have. Because Mac is a lot more Charmin(') than I am. He's a bro. But that's okay, together we make a good team...we churn out gibberish like no other.
Oh, and you might also want to know that we're listening to Different Trains at the moment. Not that there is a train track that I know of around here in Chappaqua, but Steve Reich is there to make up for that. There are deer in Chappaqua, though. And they like to watch the Office with us through Gili's sitting room's bay window.
Sur ce, we do hope that we haven't confused the heck out of everyone too much by switching voices all the time. (Can you make out who wrote what?)
Sorry about the disjointedness of this post. We love you all. Like, tons.
Love,
Mac and Aurélie
PS: Also, if we were at CTB right now, Mac would be having a "Bronx" bagel (it entails Pepper jack cheese, scrambled eggs, and some other ingredients) and I would have the good ol' Jonas Jive...or was it Jona's Jive?
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
The Apocalypse Comes in '08
New York on New Year's Eve seems pre-apocalyptic. We weren't going to go to Times Square because we didn't want to be stuck in hordes of people, then forcibly separated from our fellow TASPers in the mass of humanity. That would've been terrible.
(So when we were in Chinatown, I told the sleazy guy who was talking to me that we probably wouldn't go up to Times Square. He invited us to a party, and I said, "Um, sorryIthinkwe'regoingtoBrooklyninstead." He seemed kind of disappointed, since I had to let him down twice. Since he asked twice.)
But when we got to the subway, we decided to take a side trip up to Times Square. Just to see.
We expected the subway stop and all the streets above ground to be a near-solid screaming mass of people. Instead, the platform was eerily deserted. As we walked up, we couldn't hear people. This is never the case in New York, guys. Never.
The first thing we saw was the side of a building with a picture of a green and black wasteland, deserted save for the words "Some Thing Has Found Us."
It was quiet, and the sidewalks were empty. We reached the street, and we could finally see the crowds. They were in pens. The police had constructed barriers out of metal frames, and the people were crammed as tightly as possible into these corrals, and they weren't speaking. Since there were no cars, and all the stores were closed, the whole scene was creepy.
Creepy like the whole world was about to end, guys. Creepy like very soon, giant robots would come and step on everyone, smashing them. Maybe twenty other people were walking on the sidewalks like we were, and thousands were penned in. And the police were everywhere, but they didn't stop us. It was about ten at night. We went back to the subway and up again at another exit. Everyone was just standing around, waiting. Then from the crowds rose a collective shout. We couldn't see a reason for it, but the multitude spontaneously decided to scream. Police started yelling at us to move, so we went to Brooklyn instead.
Happy New Year, guys.
(So when we were in Chinatown, I told the sleazy guy who was talking to me that we probably wouldn't go up to Times Square. He invited us to a party, and I said, "Um, sorryIthinkwe'regoingtoBrooklyninstead." He seemed kind of disappointed, since I had to let him down twice. Since he asked twice.)
But when we got to the subway, we decided to take a side trip up to Times Square. Just to see.
We expected the subway stop and all the streets above ground to be a near-solid screaming mass of people. Instead, the platform was eerily deserted. As we walked up, we couldn't hear people. This is never the case in New York, guys. Never.
The first thing we saw was the side of a building with a picture of a green and black wasteland, deserted save for the words "Some Thing Has Found Us."
It was quiet, and the sidewalks were empty. We reached the street, and we could finally see the crowds. They were in pens. The police had constructed barriers out of metal frames, and the people were crammed as tightly as possible into these corrals, and they weren't speaking. Since there were no cars, and all the stores were closed, the whole scene was creepy.
Creepy like the whole world was about to end, guys. Creepy like very soon, giant robots would come and step on everyone, smashing them. Maybe twenty other people were walking on the sidewalks like we were, and thousands were penned in. And the police were everywhere, but they didn't stop us. It was about ten at night. We went back to the subway and up again at another exit. Everyone was just standing around, waiting. Then from the crowds rose a collective shout. We couldn't see a reason for it, but the multitude spontaneously decided to scream. Police started yelling at us to move, so we went to Brooklyn instead.
Happy New Year, guys.
Assorted TASPers Do New York in Style while Relieving Themselves of Bodily Fluids
So, what did we TASPers do on our exhilirating sojourn in the Big Apple? Funny you should ask....we went to the bathroom.
We were walking down Broadway on Times Square, wandering, because we'd missed the train and had nothing to do for an hour. We heard music. Loud, jazzy advertising jingle music. We would've ignored it, but we heard, "Wiggle to the left, wiggle to the right," which was a clear sign that we needed to investigate more. We looked up at the sign, and there were giant Charmin (as in cha-cha-cha) bears right above us, with a sign that said "Charmin Restrooms" (as you can read in the picture to the left of the text). So we rode the escalator up from the entrance into the building.
It was colorful. Actually, it looked like some kind of nursery-meets-political analysts' headquarters. The television screens all had dancing bears and people or maps full of red and blue states and countries. One or the other. The screens with the maps would zoom in on a country or state, show whether Ultra Soft or Ultra Strong was winning in that region, and give the vote tallies (New York and Missouri were blue states, and Arizona was a red state).
We were walking down Broadway on Times Square, wandering, because we'd missed the train and had nothing to do for an hour. We heard music. Loud, jazzy advertising jingle music. We would've ignored it, but we heard, "Wiggle to the left, wiggle to the right," which was a clear sign that we needed to investigate more. We looked up at the sign, and there were giant Charmin (as in cha-cha-cha) bears right above us, with a sign that said "Charmin Restrooms" (as you can read in the picture to the left of the text). So we rode the escalator up from the entrance into the building.
It was colorful. Actually, it looked like some kind of nursery-meets-political analysts' headquarters. The television screens all had dancing bears and people or maps full of red and blue states and countries. One or the other. The screens with the maps would zoom in on a country or state, show whether Ultra Soft or Ultra Strong was winning in that region, and give the vote tallies (New York and Missouri were blue states, and Arizona was a red state).
The main room was pretty large. There was a line in which one would wait to use the restrooms. There were twenty tiny rooms, each with a nice toilet, six rolls of toilet paper, and a confusing sink. They cleaned each restroom after a person used it, so the place was sanitary. There were also fun photo opportunities in which people could pose with the Charmin bears and some sleds. There was a small gift shop with fairly reasonable prices, and coupon machines that let patrons decide which type of toilet paper they preferred. Ultra Soft was winning.
Love,
Mac AND Laura AND Gili
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