Further Reflections on Parsley

I guess my blogging has become somewhat of a rarity, huh?  I’d say that I’ve been busy, but that would be an awful lie.  Since I last posted, I have:

1. Returned to school
2. Finished classes
3. Attended a good number of basketball games
4. Taken my two finals
5. Returned to California, where I have:
     a. Hung out with Nathan
     b. Gone to Davis with Ellen and Amanda
     c. Spent a day with Adam

One of the highlights of my break so far was emailing Manchester and receiving a coherent, grammatically correct response!  For example, she wrote “congratulations” instead of “cong-g’s” and “Ms. Manchester” instead of “Ms. M.”  She even added a morbid joke!  This occurred yesterday, which doesn’t necessarily mean that nothing happened before then.  The trip to Davis was fun, as was seeing Nathan (that was probably the best planning ever, essentially we were talking online at 9:30 or so and he said, “You’re not busy?  Wanna hang out?” so we went to In-n-Out and wandered around Napa).

Now Adam gets his own paragraph even though he probably won’t read this.  Except I’ve decided that he will read it because I will make him.  I went and stole him from Santa Rosa this morning and took him to Sonoma.  We went the the bagel shop for fewdz and Longs for beverages and then went to the Plaza to eat.  It was “cold” (Adam was shivering, I was in flip flops and content) so after we finished eating and Adam had finished failing at shooting our trash into the garbage can we left.  We wandered aimlessly some more and ended up at Prestwood.  There are photos of that experience on Facebook, but basically we laughed at young children’s art projects and played basketball for a long time.  I swatted him! :)  Then we…um…wandered and found ourselves in the St. Leo’s parking lot.  I hadn’t been there since I was 12 or 13, so it was weird driving (me?  driving?  St. Leo’s?  WEIRD!) through there.  It’s smaller than I remember.  We then found ourselves in the Santa Rosa area again and had some time to kill before I needed to take Adam back home so he could go to work, so we went to Borders.  I got three poetry books, one of each by e.e. cummings, John Donne, and Charles Bukowski.  The first one has music in it, songs written based on his poetry, so that was awesome.  Adam and I were flipping through it and we passed the music and had an identical reaction: “Was that music??!?!  Wait go back!!”  Anyway, I then dropped him off and came home.  Since then I haven’t been doing much at all.  Oh, and apparently it’s 2009, so this blog now spans over three years…!

Off to read some poetry?  I suppose it could be worse.  For instance, I could be indulging in Suicide.  Heh.  Heh.  Heh…

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(Near-)Winter Complaint

Consider this my main blog for reasons I do not wish to discuss here (ask me elsewhere, i.e. AIM, if you actually want to know what’s up).

It’s fun looking back on the older posts here and wondering how I was so insightful and yet so dumb.  I mean, the Milwaukee Brewers in the World Series?  Really?  I’m just kidding, that was pretty insightful.  In a punny way.  Now don’t think about this any longer and pretend those last two sentences don’t exist.

The other day Lee introduced me to the wonders of Ben Folds.  Of course I’d heard of the man, since he practically lives in the MAC, but I’d never actually listened to any of his music.  Lee sent me “You Don’t Know Me” (feat. Regina Spektor) and “Hiroshima.”  I listened to “Hiroshima” once and have essentially had “You Don’t Know Me” on repeat since he sent it to me (except, you know, when I listened to the other song).  I can see why Lee is in love with him, it’s damn good music.  Lee only sends me damn good music, I think.  Damn.

I can really tell that this post will not achieve an identical level of insightfulness to my previous posts…it’s okay, though, I’m really just posting this so I can start this up again.  There’s a men’s basketball game tonight, GU vs. Idaho.  For some reason I think I like playing at women’s games more than men’s games, but at the men’s games we look like a larger band because we take up the entire area alloted to us.  And the men’s games are slightly more entertaining because they dunk.  At every women’s game, the same group of male sax players yells, “Dunk!  DUNK!!!!!” whenever a GU player gets a fast break or something, and when they just do a lay-up, the guys yell, “Why didn’t you dunk!?  GOD!!”  It’s funny now but I think I’ll hate it soon.

There’s a wind symphony concert on Thursday.  I know that none of my readers live anywhere near Spokane (or Washington, or Oregon…) but you could at least think of me at 7:30 that evening.  We’re playing “Salvation is Created,” “Journey Through the Camphor Tree” (an arrangement of songs from Miyazaki movies by Casey Nagata, a senior in the ensemble), “Sketches on a Tudor Psalm,” “Pas Redoublé,” and “Short Ride in a Fast Machine.”  I think you can find “Short Ride” on JW Pepper, I have a link to “Sketches” but it’s 12 minutes long so I won’t make anyone listen to it, and you can probably find “Pas Redoublé” anywhere because it’s a Saint-Saëns piano piece arranged for concert band (the US Navy Band’s performance on iTunes is the exact arrangement we’re playing give or take a few spots where different instruments play certain parts).

Anyway, I’m off to go rehearse the aforementioned pieces and then go to the aforementioned men’s basketball game.  Have a good day, everyone!