mreeb.(s) also squee.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

mreeb.(s) also squee.

I was tired and annoyed in the brain the other day, and realized how long it had been since i had blogged. possibly a factor, since writing lets out all the crabby juices.

GUESS WHAT. ITS SPRING. heather says it isn't till the twentieth, but heather is shorter than me, so she can't be right.

There has been a lot of Hard Times lately. meaning the place. we saw a fellow walking in with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, no apparent reason.

you know how i know its spring? Number one, it is rainy. Rain after months of snow tells my brain to run the slide show of squishy grass and camp shetek and lazy excursions with the windows down and a distinct lack of school. Also, when I walked out of Middlebrook today, by the door was a patch of all the cigarette butts people had smoked, buried in the snow, and forgotten. Since that substance melted,they are all living in a big commune on the sidewalk now. I laughed.
hey, did you know there's this girl who recycled cigarette butts into clothing? www.coolhunting.com/style/mantis-recycled. too lazy to fix that link.

song of day. an old old old oldie. the shadow proves the sunshine, switchfoot. or as my pater calls them, twitchfoot.

so long. there might be more coherent writing later. when there are cats in my lap.
-Gyp

P.S. my personal ipod is temporarily out of joint, so on getting home for spring break, I am listening to the one i used to share with my family. It is strange. There is no "heather music" (that kid is responsible for a lot of my current favorites), and there is no hardcore. It dates my life. Other observation: My sister Hannah kicks butt at knitting. someday I will photograph the things she makes and post them.
one last thing: i have discovered that whenever I get discontent, thanking the good Lord for what i've got kills it mighty quick. captain obvious with your cliche truths for the day.
Song of the day: Dream within a dream, Oren Lavie.

Vous êtes étrange. Et vous. Et vous.

Do you ever have those days where you happen to glance to the side and realize that the strangest form of humanity is sitting very close you? That happened to me the other day. A very amusing looking person was eating dinner about 7 feet away from me, and I had to stifle my laughter from my surprise.

I realize that isn't a very nice thing to say, but if you can say it has never happened to you, you are are a complete liar.

Humanity is funny. That's about it.

And I am going to tell you about my current observations.

I saw a guy with hair yesterday that I swear you could hide 60 bulldozers in. It was huge.

And a person lacking hand-to-mouth coordination trying to eat something. This was amusing.

And people who should not wear leggings as pants wearing leggings as pants. That can only be funny to a certain point. Then it gets downright gross.

Oh, look. Another college tour. I don't like those. They clog up hallways like nobody's business. This group has moms eating lollipops in it. Aaaand down the escalator they go.

The escalator was temporarily stairs again today.

I think I will think about thinking about eating these Mike and Ike's now.

Have a rambly day.

Up, up, and Away: Old-School Style.

Mitch Hedburg, one of my favorite comedians, is now very dead.

But I came upon some of his quotes a couple weeks back, and was just reminded of one:

"An escalator can never break: it can only become stairs. You should never see an Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order sign, just Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience."

I am in Coffman Student Union right about now, and just a little bit ago, experienced this phenomenon. It's a strange thing, walking up a dead escalator. The steps sound all metallic and hollow, and you're not as relaxed as you are using to being when on one. I felt like a fool, since I couldn't stop smiling the whole way up, when the others around me grumbled at the inconvenience.

Lighten up, world. Escalators will never completely betray you.

››Capt'n.

Capt'n Returns from Voyage

Ahoy! Tis yon valiant Capt'n.

I have arrived back here from some some far away, distant hiatus, and am here to remind you that humanity is funny.

And I'll begin to inform you of this myself soon enough. For now, scroll down and enjoy the even more informative postings of my cohorts, as they have been supporting this operation dual-handedly for a goodly amount of time.

Thanksbye.

Hi. this is a summary of a day in the life. of an insignificant child, who likes to write.

go to bed intoxicated with a cloud cult album, advice from the happy hippopotamus. go. listen. now.

go to church and knit and listen, realize the rhythms of Piper's voice.

eat things with family. play them songs. listen to brother tell of friend drama.

go to bell museum. Observe. observe an exhibit. Sit happy in corner with notebook. Watch small children scream in delight, older people give off quieter pleasure and wonder. Enjoy peace and knowledge-feel of museum. this be for school. see other person from class there. Be amazed at animals and critters and plants and things. How great Thou art.

sit in dorm. have serious, ruffling conversation. Decide to read Heather devotional i didn't read today. It is uncannily timely, a wise answer to the question we struggled with mere minutes ago.

write story while supposed to do school. Enjoy thoroughly.

study. finish project well. lovely satisfied feeling.

buddy comes home, unsettled. Heatherpants has briliant idea, sneakily makes fake campfire out of paper cut into flames, fake candles, and Tupperware. Turn out lights, sit around campfire. Cozy, happy, content. college, i think, makes you appreciate things like the warmth of a bus and the goodness of food, and the company of inquiring minds. Sing I'll Fly Away, You Are My Sunshine, His Eye is on the Sparrow, and How Great Thou Art. heart is quieted, mind forgets school for awhile. eat popcorn around "fire". Heather puts popcorn on Tupperware. I eat it. She yells. "THAT WAS ROASTING." i laugh.

right. it is now officially not that day anymore. it was good. The picture at the beginning is of Jønsi, the singer from Sigur Ros. His guitar has birds in the fretboard. if that's what you call it. He has solo music almost out. It be on Playlist. I want to eat it, it is tasty.

keep your noses clean
-Gyp

SveN and oLe.....(and their pizza)

There was traveling done this weekend, and things were observed about Minnesota. More specifically, about the neverending, beautiful, creepylittletownwithkitschygiftshop, skier-covered, snowy, freaking freezing, Really Northern Bits of it. But first, since the destination was Grand Marais, home of the famed, bumper-stickered Sven and Ole's Pizza, let us begin with some jokes about those gentlemen. (and lena too)

Ole and Lena have just gotten married. They are taking a honeymoon to Minneapolis. Ole is feeling a little frisky, and puts his hand on Lena's knee. She says "Oh Ole, you can go a leetle furder now if ya vant to."

So they drove to Duluth.

Sven and Ole are on a train. They have brought bananas as a snack. Just as Sven takes a bite, the train enters a tunnel. Sven yells to Ole "DON'T EAT IT OLE! I TOOK ONE BITE AND WENT BLIND!"

dumbness expressed. very good. Now, since this is an observational blog, observations be in order.

Driving. Driving. Driving. then you sense this odd change in the landscape, and come over this hill, and see a town built on iron ore and a hill, called Duluth. It is deserving of its own post, so we won't go into details. Behind it stretches Ze Very Beeg Water, a.k.a. Lake Superior. It outstrips the horizon, stormy and ancient and huge. It rarely freezes, except around the edges, where there are unearthly chunks of icicles. You realize that this place has not significantly changed for thousands of years. The bigness of it takes your illusions of significance and civilization and pulls them out your ears. It's a good feeling. One day, I should like to see a winter storm roll off of it. Don't know when that will happen, since being there for longer than a weekend make this little city kid go bonkers.
We roll on, till Canada is within reach. Here we stop. For a weekend, I wake up to the sun's glory on the water, weird, cold-loving buddies, no internet whatsoever, and the barest traces of phone service. The temperature lives happily below zero. We go swimming one night (Not in the lake, we ain't that dumb.) Leaving, the car will not go up the hill. Silas tries three times, running starts. No luck. It is so cold our hair froze in the thirty-second dash to the car. We are not wearing coats. Get out, dash to top of hill, pray he makes it, he does, get in, unable to feel fingers.


Just allow me two sentences about Grand Marais. It feels like the end of the world, like if you sailed far enough out you'd get to Aslan's country. We see grungy little Sven and Ole's, and a bait shop with a terrifying bass model the size of our car leaping out of the sign, and The World's Best Donuts with cutouts of fat Vikings in the front yard, the sort you put your head in while Mum takes a picture.

Driving back, pooped out. Stop in tiny town called Barnum. There is a picture of a dog with painted nails in the women's bathroom. It freaked me out. We then encounter mini-marts with raunchy restrooms and Scandinavian employees, and finally the names on the signs and highways are familiar to our tired eyes, and then the dancing skyline appears, friendly Minneapolis beckoning with buses and hippie-punk corners and snotty suburbs and home.

I think I left a piece of my heart in your dresser...in case you wanna start over.

Hello all...It's da Brit. Due to the craziness of finals week, we haven't posted in a while so I figured I should put something up (before this thing dies). I have 5 finals. Yuck on a stick. BUT, don't worry. I am procrastinating...so I should be fine :) Actually, today I wanted to bring your attention to a wonderful singer/songwriter Gabe Bondoc. He's on YouTube at this link: http://www.youtube.com/user/gabebondoc#p/c/3C764839E45593F3/0/jQF74GrYIos. Check him out. He's kind of like John Mayer...except Filipino, haha. Anyways, he's a stellar guitarist and singer, very fun to listen to and/or watch, so if you're looking for some relaxing study music, he's your guy. There's a nice pic of him up above. Check him out. I'm really hoping he gets a cd out soon. Anyways.

Happy finals week! NOT. Enjoy studying!

Love,

The Brit