It's late night, which is the perfect time of day to bring up hazy memories from the past. Or vivid ones. Or all the ones that fall in between.
Although I've tried quite hard to get into the good old Minnesota Christmas spirit, something seems to hold me back. Namely, I can't quite get it out of my head that a year ago from right this instant, I was scrambling through Prague attempting to catch a train bound for Munich. Catching a train is in itself not an extraordinary activity. But I suppose the circumstances made it so. Out on my own for the first time, stuck in a country where I'm completely confused by language and culture, forced to rely on myself instead of my parents, etc, etc, etc. But mainly, I'm just have a bit of melancholy at the fact that my days of extreme living are currently limited.
It's no secret to those who know me or who follow this blog that the experience I had in Nottingham has profoundly affected me. In some ways, I wish it hasn't. I wish I didn't have these feelings of separation, of loss. Of a struggling identity, of reconciling myself pre-England with myself post-England. But then again, these are the things that have caused me to grow the most. And for that, I am thankful. More importantly, I am so very thankful for my time spent on 67 Homefield Road, Nottingham NG8 5GH. For my English family, all 10 of them.
Why is it that Christmas, for all of its joy, can also bring about sadness? Maybe it's because we tend to think of all the joyful events of the past, and we don't pay enough attention to the now, or to the future. I have no idea. But as I've thought, it's not the actual past that saddens me. I'm not sad that I'm not reliving the exact Prague experience right now, because that can never be. I think I'm more sad that for the time being, I won't be able to make new experiences similar. Life's a bitch for a poor college student, right? (not really, I have few complaints)
One thing's for certain, life is definitely moving forward. I have received confirmation today of my acceptance to Hamline University School of Law. I was glad to hear it, it's at the very least a more than adequate safety net. At the highest, it's a great opportunity to launch my life as the long fabled REAL ADULT. I guess anything less than Minnesota will be sort of a bitter pill to swallow, but I better get used to it. For sure, Hamline offers an opportunity to study international arbitration in London for a month in the summer. I think I would go. What am I talking about, I know I would go. Sometimes, I just want to go back home.
That was dramatic. I'm sorry.
I want to close this post with a piece of poetry from a friend's blog. One of my simple joys in England was reading the blogs of my Notts/Luther friends, seeing how they were interpreting our shared experience. I won't say who this is from, but it is definitely from an individual who is more eloquent than I could ever hope to be. I read it tonight and it sort of spoke to me, in a certain sort of way. I'm pretty sure it was written as we were about to leave Nottingham for the last time.
as we fill our bags
our heads crowd with memories from the year
ignoring the lump in our throats
holding back floods of tears
we realize every activity is for the last time
two mornings remain
one family dinner
after a bus ride to london
will face the hardest goodbye
knowing that nothing will be the same
after our families and luther,
England will always be home
England will always be home. I was sure that would turn out to be a cliché. I've figured out, it's anything but.
If I don't talk to everyone, I'm wishing a very happy Christmas to all. My hope for everyone is that we all take some time to see the Christmas beneath the sales and the lights. It really is a beautiful time of the year, if you can find it.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Break
I'm on Christmas break. A year ago from right this second, I was lounging around in Chamonix, in the heart of the French Alps. Now I'm preparing to go to work for 3 hours. Get what I'm saying?
Like I said, have to go sell some drugs. More to come. Sometime.
Like I said, have to go sell some drugs. More to come. Sometime.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Zepp
Led Zeppelin just played a reunion show in London. Everybody freak out.
I hope they come to Minneapolis and personally extend me an offer for a front row seat.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
GUNS
This stuff scares the shit out of me.
This isn't exactly a political blog, but gun control is an issue I am feeling increasingly passionate about. I think a lot of it stems from my time spent in England, which has very strong gun laws. In my opinion, English gun control laws stem from a series of very logical responses to specific events. Check out this article from the BBC to see a history of gun laws in Britain.
In 1998, a man in Hungerford massacred 16 people with semi-automatic weapons. In response, the British government banned semi-automatic and pump action rifles, weapons which could fire explosive shells, short shotguns, and elevated rifles. Following a tragic massacre of 16 children in 1996 by a man with 4 legally owned handguns, the Government banned all calibers of handguns, including .22's. Within a year. Currently, it is a criminal offence to even possess an imitation gun, punishable by 12 months in prison.
So far in 2007, 49 people have been killed in the US in mass killing involving firearms. These victims are from a school shooting in Cleveland, the Virginia Tech massacre, and the two mall shootings in Salt Lake City and Omaha. That's as many firearms related deaths as in the whole of England and Wales in 2005-06. According to the BBC, that same year, the US had over 14,000 gun related murders. I consider this to be a problem, a problem that is unacceptable in contemporary society. Since the 1997 Columbine massacre, mass gun crimes have seemingly been on the rise. And as I stated earlier, that doesn't include any other gun related murders. Why is it that the US Government has not acted to prevent such horrors as Columbine, Red Lake, and Virginia Tech when it only took the British one tragedy to come to their senses? I find this to be incredibly perplexing and disturbing.
I own two guns, I must admit. I own a shotgun passed down to me from my grandfather, and a hunting rifle purchased when I was in boy scouts. Both are in my basement and secured with trigger locks. The keys are in a lock box. I haven't shot either of them for 6 years. It would be hypocritical of me to advocate a UK style ban on handguns at this point, and I'm not advocating that. Hunting definitely is a culture in the US, and the vast majority of hunters are safe and responsible with their firearms. But you don't need an AK-47 or a .50 caliber handgun to kill a deer.
Handguns and automatic weapons should be outright banned in the United States, with stricter controls on other firearms within urban areas. Why is this, one asks? The fact that a majority of firearms related murder victims are being killed by handguns. The fact that a ban on handguns in Britain has put firearms deaths in the double digits for the whole country. The fact that they are dangerous to civilian society and unnecessary. One could argue that they are necessary for self-protection, or as a deterrent. But if no one owned a handgun, why would it be necessary to own one in self-defense? Additionally, they are contributing to a very unsettling culture of violence in urban America.
One of the amazing things in the second video posted above is how Fred Thompson lays into Rudy Giuliani for the simple idea of requiring a written exam and a background check before purchasing a firearm. Call me crazy, but I find it ludicrous that every state in the Union doesn't have such safeguards. I find it even crazier that someone running for President would propose something as irresponsible as selling guns to whoever wants one. For firearms other than the kinds detailed above, I firmly believe that there should be a rigorous background check, written exam, and registration program in place, regardless of geographical location. It just makes sense. When we have devices that can just as easily kill people as animals, it is criminal negligence to not be positive that the wielders of such weapons are competent and responsible people who are using them for safe and legal means.
The Second Amendment apparently guarantees the right of the people to bear arms. Or is it the right of the well regulated militia to bear arms? I don't know the answer. But the Constitution also is set out to ensure domestic tranquility, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty. Is there domestic tranquility when guns (a majority of them handguns, according to the U.S. Department of Justice) are killing over 14,000 Americans a year? Is it the general welfare to give out weapons without taking the necessary precautions and safeguards? And are we really receiving the blessings of liberty when out shopping at a mall, people are getting killed? No. Firearms related crime is curbing our liberty, our welfare, and our domestic tranquility. It's time for the government to ensure these guarantees by limiting the availability of firearms, especially handguns and automatic weapons. For a civilized nation, supposedly the greatest in the world, it's time to curb the barbarism of gun crime. People can bitch about having the right to carry firearms and all that jazz, but I have a right to stay alive too. I think pubic safety wins out.
I'm done, I just had to get this out.
In a final note, if you want to read some blatant bullshit on the merits or demerits of gun control, check out this brilliant Conservapedia article. Specifically read the fourth paragraph comparing Britain to the US. Ridiculous.
This isn't exactly a political blog, but gun control is an issue I am feeling increasingly passionate about. I think a lot of it stems from my time spent in England, which has very strong gun laws. In my opinion, English gun control laws stem from a series of very logical responses to specific events. Check out this article from the BBC to see a history of gun laws in Britain.
In 1998, a man in Hungerford massacred 16 people with semi-automatic weapons. In response, the British government banned semi-automatic and pump action rifles, weapons which could fire explosive shells, short shotguns, and elevated rifles. Following a tragic massacre of 16 children in 1996 by a man with 4 legally owned handguns, the Government banned all calibers of handguns, including .22's. Within a year. Currently, it is a criminal offence to even possess an imitation gun, punishable by 12 months in prison.
So far in 2007, 49 people have been killed in the US in mass killing involving firearms. These victims are from a school shooting in Cleveland, the Virginia Tech massacre, and the two mall shootings in Salt Lake City and Omaha. That's as many firearms related deaths as in the whole of England and Wales in 2005-06. According to the BBC, that same year, the US had over 14,000 gun related murders. I consider this to be a problem, a problem that is unacceptable in contemporary society. Since the 1997 Columbine massacre, mass gun crimes have seemingly been on the rise. And as I stated earlier, that doesn't include any other gun related murders. Why is it that the US Government has not acted to prevent such horrors as Columbine, Red Lake, and Virginia Tech when it only took the British one tragedy to come to their senses? I find this to be incredibly perplexing and disturbing.
I own two guns, I must admit. I own a shotgun passed down to me from my grandfather, and a hunting rifle purchased when I was in boy scouts. Both are in my basement and secured with trigger locks. The keys are in a lock box. I haven't shot either of them for 6 years. It would be hypocritical of me to advocate a UK style ban on handguns at this point, and I'm not advocating that. Hunting definitely is a culture in the US, and the vast majority of hunters are safe and responsible with their firearms. But you don't need an AK-47 or a .50 caliber handgun to kill a deer.
Handguns and automatic weapons should be outright banned in the United States, with stricter controls on other firearms within urban areas. Why is this, one asks? The fact that a majority of firearms related murder victims are being killed by handguns. The fact that a ban on handguns in Britain has put firearms deaths in the double digits for the whole country. The fact that they are dangerous to civilian society and unnecessary. One could argue that they are necessary for self-protection, or as a deterrent. But if no one owned a handgun, why would it be necessary to own one in self-defense? Additionally, they are contributing to a very unsettling culture of violence in urban America.
One of the amazing things in the second video posted above is how Fred Thompson lays into Rudy Giuliani for the simple idea of requiring a written exam and a background check before purchasing a firearm. Call me crazy, but I find it ludicrous that every state in the Union doesn't have such safeguards. I find it even crazier that someone running for President would propose something as irresponsible as selling guns to whoever wants one. For firearms other than the kinds detailed above, I firmly believe that there should be a rigorous background check, written exam, and registration program in place, regardless of geographical location. It just makes sense. When we have devices that can just as easily kill people as animals, it is criminal negligence to not be positive that the wielders of such weapons are competent and responsible people who are using them for safe and legal means.
The Second Amendment apparently guarantees the right of the people to bear arms. Or is it the right of the well regulated militia to bear arms? I don't know the answer. But the Constitution also is set out to ensure domestic tranquility, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty. Is there domestic tranquility when guns (a majority of them handguns, according to the U.S. Department of Justice) are killing over 14,000 Americans a year? Is it the general welfare to give out weapons without taking the necessary precautions and safeguards? And are we really receiving the blessings of liberty when out shopping at a mall, people are getting killed? No. Firearms related crime is curbing our liberty, our welfare, and our domestic tranquility. It's time for the government to ensure these guarantees by limiting the availability of firearms, especially handguns and automatic weapons. For a civilized nation, supposedly the greatest in the world, it's time to curb the barbarism of gun crime. People can bitch about having the right to carry firearms and all that jazz, but I have a right to stay alive too. I think pubic safety wins out.
I'm done, I just had to get this out.
In a final note, if you want to read some blatant bullshit on the merits or demerits of gun control, check out this brilliant Conservapedia article. Specifically read the fourth paragraph comparing Britain to the US. Ridiculous.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Johan Santana
This has gone on long enough, and I have remained silent. No more.
My thoughts on the Twins' effort to trade Johan Santana? Frustration.
It seems as though this will be in vain, as talks seem to be close with the Red Sox to trade Santana for either Jacoby Ellsbury or Jon Lester, Coco Crisp, and some other prospect. I don't exactly know, Ellsbury or Lester are the main sweeteners, as well as Crisp. Whatever, that's not the point. The point is this. I feel it is time for the Twins to make a statement. Don't get me wrong, I don't think rebuilding is wrong. Every team goes through rebuilding phases. My sticking point is that the Twins seemingly rebuild aimlessly. In essence, Minnesota is always rebuilding. Certainty and stability are not the core virtues of the Minnesota Twins.
The people of Minnesota have made a commitment to the Twins. Hennepin County has a sales tax in effect right now to build a $522 million dollar stadium in downtown Minneapolis. Public citizens are paying for a new ballpark, a new ballpark promised to GENERATE REVENUE. The Twins franchise is currently riding a tremendous wave of popularity, in large part due to the contributions and popularity of such players as Santana, Joe Mauer, and Justin Morneau. Their owner is a billionaire. They are untainted from the scandal of other Minnesota sports, and have a good reputation in the community and baseball business. Minnesotans are making a commitment to the team, and expect a commitment in turn. I expect every effort to put the Twins in the World Series.
Obviously, the return for a Santana trade would be huge. No doubt. But this is a symbolic act. He would be just the latest in a long line of Minnesota athletes to leave town (ie. Kevin Garnett, Randy Moss, Torii Hunter). It's time for the Twins to make a commitment to their team and their fans and resign Santana. Yes, it will be very expensive. But he's the best pitcher on the planet. One must pay for good things. More importantly, Twins fans have a certain connection to Santana. He is an upstanding citizen, a good person. The Twins found him, developed his talent, and brought him to the fore. It's just wrong that he should pitch for any other team, least of all the soulless baseball forces of the East Coast. No, it is time for Minnesota to make a mark as a team committed to winning and staying competitive. It is time for the Twins to make a stand as their own team, to firmly create an identity apart from 1987 and 1991.
The latest front office incompetence has been so damn frustrating, stemming from the Twins' failure last offseason to sign Hunter and Santana to extensions. That bullshit trade of Luis Castillo to the Mets in the middle of the 2007 season was worse. The fact that the Twins twiddled their thumbs during the season to sign Hunter and Santana was another negative. Now, I liked the trade for Delmon Young. But the way the Santana situation has been dealt with just irritates me. The fact that its come to this irritates me most of all. Obviously, I'm no expert on baseball economics. I know that 20 million dollars a year is ridiculous, especially for a mid market team like us. It shouldn't have come to this anyway. But it's my opinion that the Twins, with their new stadium looming and all that revenue coming their way, their payroll freed of Torii's salary, should make a point.
Resign him. I don't care how much it costs. You owe it to us.
My thoughts on the Twins' effort to trade Johan Santana? Frustration.
It seems as though this will be in vain, as talks seem to be close with the Red Sox to trade Santana for either Jacoby Ellsbury or Jon Lester, Coco Crisp, and some other prospect. I don't exactly know, Ellsbury or Lester are the main sweeteners, as well as Crisp. Whatever, that's not the point. The point is this. I feel it is time for the Twins to make a statement. Don't get me wrong, I don't think rebuilding is wrong. Every team goes through rebuilding phases. My sticking point is that the Twins seemingly rebuild aimlessly. In essence, Minnesota is always rebuilding. Certainty and stability are not the core virtues of the Minnesota Twins.
The people of Minnesota have made a commitment to the Twins. Hennepin County has a sales tax in effect right now to build a $522 million dollar stadium in downtown Minneapolis. Public citizens are paying for a new ballpark, a new ballpark promised to GENERATE REVENUE. The Twins franchise is currently riding a tremendous wave of popularity, in large part due to the contributions and popularity of such players as Santana, Joe Mauer, and Justin Morneau. Their owner is a billionaire. They are untainted from the scandal of other Minnesota sports, and have a good reputation in the community and baseball business. Minnesotans are making a commitment to the team, and expect a commitment in turn. I expect every effort to put the Twins in the World Series.
Obviously, the return for a Santana trade would be huge. No doubt. But this is a symbolic act. He would be just the latest in a long line of Minnesota athletes to leave town (ie. Kevin Garnett, Randy Moss, Torii Hunter). It's time for the Twins to make a commitment to their team and their fans and resign Santana. Yes, it will be very expensive. But he's the best pitcher on the planet. One must pay for good things. More importantly, Twins fans have a certain connection to Santana. He is an upstanding citizen, a good person. The Twins found him, developed his talent, and brought him to the fore. It's just wrong that he should pitch for any other team, least of all the soulless baseball forces of the East Coast. No, it is time for Minnesota to make a mark as a team committed to winning and staying competitive. It is time for the Twins to make a stand as their own team, to firmly create an identity apart from 1987 and 1991.
The latest front office incompetence has been so damn frustrating, stemming from the Twins' failure last offseason to sign Hunter and Santana to extensions. That bullshit trade of Luis Castillo to the Mets in the middle of the 2007 season was worse. The fact that the Twins twiddled their thumbs during the season to sign Hunter and Santana was another negative. Now, I liked the trade for Delmon Young. But the way the Santana situation has been dealt with just irritates me. The fact that its come to this irritates me most of all. Obviously, I'm no expert on baseball economics. I know that 20 million dollars a year is ridiculous, especially for a mid market team like us. It shouldn't have come to this anyway. But it's my opinion that the Twins, with their new stadium looming and all that revenue coming their way, their payroll freed of Torii's salary, should make a point.
Resign him. I don't care how much it costs. You owe it to us.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Coffee Gnosis
I do not make very good coffee. I just figured that out. If anyone knows how to make really good coffee with a French press, feel free to share the knowledge with me. I'm sure this has to do with proportion. Considering that I typically just dump coffee into the press without measuring, I think that may be the root of my issues. But it's an insult to decency everywhere that I, who enjoys coffee, cannot brew a proper cup. I need help.
I'm fuming about the Twins. Fuming.
That's all for now.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Season 5
A really non-creative title, but I just finished watching an episode of 24 Season 5, so it seemed to fit. I know it's a neo-con sex fantasy, I know Jack Bauer tap dances upon the Constitution while speaking in a rude tone of voice, I know that government computers aren't as colorful as the ones at CTU and phones don't really ring like that. All of this I know. But DAMN IT (said in a Jack Bauer tone of voice), it's just so GOOD.
In other news, I had a very pleasant break. Thanksgiving was good, I had much turkey and other festive food. I completed my goal of running the Turkey trot in less than a half and hour, and even defeated my dad by a few seconds. That actually was quite fun. My mom took me to Starbucks a few times, I had some laughs with friends, I worked a 13 hour day. Life was good. I purchased some things on BLACK FRIDAY, namely the aforementioned show, Season 7 of Seinfeld (which is hilarious), an external hard drive, and Good Night and Good Luck. Money I really don't have, but I was overcome with American materialism. It was sick, I sort of feel bad about it. But I saved money from the regular prices, and I actually did need the hard drive. Good thing I got to work 20 hours. Walgreens, you save my life.
I have a cough. Not a cold. A cough. But it won't go away. I'm a pretty easy-going guy, but it's starting to get a bit old. I'd just like to stop coughing. And according to Dr. Chang, there's really not a lot to do but let it run it's course. That irritates me.
Rage.
My senior paper, entitled A Rebirth of Freedom: Antifederalism and the Republican Party After the Ratification of the Constitution is officially done and turned in. Which is a great relief as well as a great freer-upper of time. Those hours spent in the depths of the library can now be used in the practice room, or watching Seinfeld. It's just so weird to not have a crushing load of work overburdening me. I leisurely ate dinner in my room tonight and leisurely took notes on my upcoming Martin Luther King Jr. and JFK paper. Then I leisurely sauntered over to the music building and practiced bass trombone, after which I leisurely talked to Mott and leisurely walked home again. Then I leisurely watched 24, and am now leisurely blogging while leisurely listening to the Empire Brass. It's nice.
I watched a full Youtube video of MLK's "I Have a Dream" speech tonight. It was beautiful. I'm tired, so I won't get into it tonight, but that was a man who got it right. And his buddy JFK was on the road too.
I'm tired. I think I'll leisurely go to sleep.
In other news, I had a very pleasant break. Thanksgiving was good, I had much turkey and other festive food. I completed my goal of running the Turkey trot in less than a half and hour, and even defeated my dad by a few seconds. That actually was quite fun. My mom took me to Starbucks a few times, I had some laughs with friends, I worked a 13 hour day. Life was good. I purchased some things on BLACK FRIDAY, namely the aforementioned show, Season 7 of Seinfeld (which is hilarious), an external hard drive, and Good Night and Good Luck. Money I really don't have, but I was overcome with American materialism. It was sick, I sort of feel bad about it. But I saved money from the regular prices, and I actually did need the hard drive. Good thing I got to work 20 hours. Walgreens, you save my life.
I have a cough. Not a cold. A cough. But it won't go away. I'm a pretty easy-going guy, but it's starting to get a bit old. I'd just like to stop coughing. And according to Dr. Chang, there's really not a lot to do but let it run it's course. That irritates me.
Rage.
My senior paper, entitled A Rebirth of Freedom: Antifederalism and the Republican Party After the Ratification of the Constitution is officially done and turned in. Which is a great relief as well as a great freer-upper of time. Those hours spent in the depths of the library can now be used in the practice room, or watching Seinfeld. It's just so weird to not have a crushing load of work overburdening me. I leisurely ate dinner in my room tonight and leisurely took notes on my upcoming Martin Luther King Jr. and JFK paper. Then I leisurely sauntered over to the music building and practiced bass trombone, after which I leisurely talked to Mott and leisurely walked home again. Then I leisurely watched 24, and am now leisurely blogging while leisurely listening to the Empire Brass. It's nice.
I watched a full Youtube video of MLK's "I Have a Dream" speech tonight. It was beautiful. I'm tired, so I won't get into it tonight, but that was a man who got it right. And his buddy JFK was on the road too.
I'm tired. I think I'll leisurely go to sleep.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Slight Diversion
Check out this somewhat funny Sports Center commercial featuring Minnesota's own Joe Mauer. Go Twins!
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Quick Break
I've been writing my senior paper all afternoon. Surrounded by stacks and stacks of books on constitutional history, swimming in the collected papers of James Madison and Alexander Hamilton, eyeballs seemingly mesmerized by the black and white of Microsoft Word, I disappear into a world filled with antifederalists... dancing in top hats and coattails to "I Got Rhythm?"
Don't you hate it when you mix up your essay with your iPod playlist?
It's been one of those extraordinary days of productivity, so much so that when I returned here to my room to let my laptop recharge, I've fallen into a sea of unproductivity. It's like it has to equalize somehow. So I'm here, listening to Pink Floyd, wishing I wasn't out of milk, looking over my music history notes, and wondering whether I should push ahead with the senior paper or go see a play. Decisions, decisions. Or go practice. I should do that at some point.
Last night I made a consciously made a series of what can only be described as questionable life choices. Meaning, I sat around with my good friend, drank cheap beer, then went and played trombone drunk. If I recall there was also a 40 of malt liquor involved, and a garage. My best moment? No, probably not. But it was fun. I needed to loosen up a bit, I've just been so hammered with schoolwork this semester. And I woke up this morning and felt wonderful. No joke. Phil Hoesing was right, it's a good idea to eat nasty gas station food at 1 A.M. It was a good diversion for one night. We picked up Emily, and that was fun. She was probably a little frightened as she walked in on us trying to improvise on Cottontail or something, but whatever. It's all good.
Why would I share something so frivolous? Good question. I don't know.
I sometimes ponder why my life takes me where I go. Meaning, I was looking about Facebook today, and saw some photos of some of my old church friends from home. And it just got me thinking. What is that has taken me on a different path from them? Why am I the way I am while they're the way they are? It's sort of a stupid question, but whatever. I guess I feel like I've become a completely different individual in my college experience, while many have stayed the same. And that's not a bad thing. It's just, why did that happen? No idea. England surely has a part in it, surely my friends do too, surely do a lot of things I guess. I feel so detached from those back home. And I guess since England, I sort of do that on purpose, detach myself. I like the feeling that when people see me it's sort of exciting, since they haven't heard from or seen me in like 4 months. Maybe I like being the center of attention, but I don't think so. I think I've just become different.
California burger night in the caf tonight. Which is alright. The California burger used to be very good pre-Nottingham. Now it seems subpar. I would kill a homeless person for a Gregg's ham and cheese bake right now. But I don't think I will. I think I'll read about Mozart instead, and then go do something else. Hope everyone is doing well. T-minus 9 days until the big paper is done with and Thanksgiving break appears. Can't come soon enough.
Don't you hate it when you mix up your essay with your iPod playlist?
It's been one of those extraordinary days of productivity, so much so that when I returned here to my room to let my laptop recharge, I've fallen into a sea of unproductivity. It's like it has to equalize somehow. So I'm here, listening to Pink Floyd, wishing I wasn't out of milk, looking over my music history notes, and wondering whether I should push ahead with the senior paper or go see a play. Decisions, decisions. Or go practice. I should do that at some point.
Last night I made a consciously made a series of what can only be described as questionable life choices. Meaning, I sat around with my good friend, drank cheap beer, then went and played trombone drunk. If I recall there was also a 40 of malt liquor involved, and a garage. My best moment? No, probably not. But it was fun. I needed to loosen up a bit, I've just been so hammered with schoolwork this semester. And I woke up this morning and felt wonderful. No joke. Phil Hoesing was right, it's a good idea to eat nasty gas station food at 1 A.M. It was a good diversion for one night. We picked up Emily, and that was fun. She was probably a little frightened as she walked in on us trying to improvise on Cottontail or something, but whatever. It's all good.
Why would I share something so frivolous? Good question. I don't know.
I sometimes ponder why my life takes me where I go. Meaning, I was looking about Facebook today, and saw some photos of some of my old church friends from home. And it just got me thinking. What is that has taken me on a different path from them? Why am I the way I am while they're the way they are? It's sort of a stupid question, but whatever. I guess I feel like I've become a completely different individual in my college experience, while many have stayed the same. And that's not a bad thing. It's just, why did that happen? No idea. England surely has a part in it, surely my friends do too, surely do a lot of things I guess. I feel so detached from those back home. And I guess since England, I sort of do that on purpose, detach myself. I like the feeling that when people see me it's sort of exciting, since they haven't heard from or seen me in like 4 months. Maybe I like being the center of attention, but I don't think so. I think I've just become different.
California burger night in the caf tonight. Which is alright. The California burger used to be very good pre-Nottingham. Now it seems subpar. I would kill a homeless person for a Gregg's ham and cheese bake right now. But I don't think I will. I think I'll read about Mozart instead, and then go do something else. Hope everyone is doing well. T-minus 9 days until the big paper is done with and Thanksgiving break appears. Can't come soon enough.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Breeze
I feel today was the first day I would verifiably classify as chilly out. There was a rather intense wind out, so that definitely helped. But it also was just rather cold out. Cold enough to wear a scarf and coat. I took much pride in busting out my unicorn coat from Nottingham. Inevitably, it also brought out a little bit of sadness, as memories rushed back. Strange how a coat can do that. But, it's a coat with history. Oh English Gap, how I miss thee.
One thing I must say, we do here have an advantage over our English brethren. That is autumn. Autumn, like the whole season. Brilliantly colored leaves, decorative gourds, lame window clings, apple cider, etc, etc, etc. It's a cultural phenomenon that I didn't even realize missing until I'm back here. I've always been a sucker for nostalgic appeals to some sort of idealized reality. Basically, I'm a sucker for the lifestyle portrayed in L.L. Bean catalogs. You know, people dressed in plaid, wearing barn coats with fleece collars, walking around snowy New England with a sled. Or the Eddie Bauer catalog. I love Eddie Bauer, no doubt. As I was walking back from Jenson tonight after practicing trombone, I was thinking about the two weeks remaining to Thanksgiving break. First of all, I was trying to figure out how to finish my senior paper. Secondly, I started to think about Thanksgiving, being filled with family and food. My mouth started watering as I thought of the turkey and the gravy, along with everything else. I just got excited about the idea of relaxing. Then I started to think about our expatriate Thanksgiving last year at the flat with the Juggins. Man, so many memories.
Anyways, I'm drinking tea and watching the Food Network. It's this show called "Unwrapped," were Marc Summers (of What Would You Do? fame) tells us all about whatever the theme food is. Last episode was pie, and they started talking about meat pie. Which made me think about Gregg's in England. Which made me want to make a pasty. Which I'm going to attempt this weekend I think. It'll be awesome.
Anyways, to any potential Luther readers, make sure you come to the Concert Band homecoming concert tomorrow night (Tuesday) at 7:30 in the CFL. It really will be worth your time. It's going to be a good show. Marc Summers is stealing my attention. I have to go listen about fizzy apple drinks. Later.
One thing I must say, we do here have an advantage over our English brethren. That is autumn. Autumn, like the whole season. Brilliantly colored leaves, decorative gourds, lame window clings, apple cider, etc, etc, etc. It's a cultural phenomenon that I didn't even realize missing until I'm back here. I've always been a sucker for nostalgic appeals to some sort of idealized reality. Basically, I'm a sucker for the lifestyle portrayed in L.L. Bean catalogs. You know, people dressed in plaid, wearing barn coats with fleece collars, walking around snowy New England with a sled. Or the Eddie Bauer catalog. I love Eddie Bauer, no doubt. As I was walking back from Jenson tonight after practicing trombone, I was thinking about the two weeks remaining to Thanksgiving break. First of all, I was trying to figure out how to finish my senior paper. Secondly, I started to think about Thanksgiving, being filled with family and food. My mouth started watering as I thought of the turkey and the gravy, along with everything else. I just got excited about the idea of relaxing. Then I started to think about our expatriate Thanksgiving last year at the flat with the Juggins. Man, so many memories.
Anyways, I'm drinking tea and watching the Food Network. It's this show called "Unwrapped," were Marc Summers (of What Would You Do? fame) tells us all about whatever the theme food is. Last episode was pie, and they started talking about meat pie. Which made me think about Gregg's in England. Which made me want to make a pasty. Which I'm going to attempt this weekend I think. It'll be awesome.
Anyways, to any potential Luther readers, make sure you come to the Concert Band homecoming concert tomorrow night (Tuesday) at 7:30 in the CFL. It really will be worth your time. It's going to be a good show. Marc Summers is stealing my attention. I have to go listen about fizzy apple drinks. Later.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Stress Management
We make college out to be so great. We get these attractive brochures in the mail, see films like "Animal House," go study abroad for a year and spend all our time traveling Europe, talk about the collective responsibility of connecting faith with learning, all that jazz. These are the best years of our lives, right?
False.
Not when you have major papers due in 2 classes, applications for law school to send out, 3 ensembles to practice for, a spring recital to think about, J-term and spring classes to register for, the accompanying scheduling conflicts to deal with, trying to get home from Brazil to be the best man at your friend's wedding, and a 25+ page paper due in t-minus 20 days.
Yes, welcome to senior year at Luther College, where the motto is "Make Aaron pay for all that time he spent cavorting around London last year when he should have been doing something tangibly productive." It's like the world wants me to fail or something. But I will fight it. Fight! Fight to the death!
I thought it was stressful to study and take the LSAT. Well, it is. But it's also stressful to apply to law school. Especially since on paper, I do not seem qualified. I have a quite good GPA, the study abroad thing, and not a whole lot else. My LSAT didn't go nearly as well as I had hoped. It's not like it will keep me out of every law school in the country, but it's a hindrance, especially to the places I really want to go. Let's just say it's a shitty situation, I'm not happy with it at all. I didn't want to go to law school until this summer, so I have no relevant job experience. My job experience is selling drugs at a Walgreens. My extracurricular activities are playing trombone. Not exactly law school material. It's stressful, nuff' said. I'll be glad to get it all sent in, and will be really glad to hear that I got in somewhere. I just need some stability.
At least I can take solace in the fact that everyone is unbelievably stressed right now. Goes with the territory, I suppose. But I'll be a better person for it, right? Hopefully. Hopefully I can slack off all of January and spring. Not really, but at least not be so swamped all the time. But hey, no LSAT, no senior paper, it'll be nice.
Damn this post was rambling. But I just had to get it out there. It's Halloween. Happy Halloween.
False.
Not when you have major papers due in 2 classes, applications for law school to send out, 3 ensembles to practice for, a spring recital to think about, J-term and spring classes to register for, the accompanying scheduling conflicts to deal with, trying to get home from Brazil to be the best man at your friend's wedding, and a 25+ page paper due in t-minus 20 days.
Yes, welcome to senior year at Luther College, where the motto is "Make Aaron pay for all that time he spent cavorting around London last year when he should have been doing something tangibly productive." It's like the world wants me to fail or something. But I will fight it. Fight! Fight to the death!
I thought it was stressful to study and take the LSAT. Well, it is. But it's also stressful to apply to law school. Especially since on paper, I do not seem qualified. I have a quite good GPA, the study abroad thing, and not a whole lot else. My LSAT didn't go nearly as well as I had hoped. It's not like it will keep me out of every law school in the country, but it's a hindrance, especially to the places I really want to go. Let's just say it's a shitty situation, I'm not happy with it at all. I didn't want to go to law school until this summer, so I have no relevant job experience. My job experience is selling drugs at a Walgreens. My extracurricular activities are playing trombone. Not exactly law school material. It's stressful, nuff' said. I'll be glad to get it all sent in, and will be really glad to hear that I got in somewhere. I just need some stability.
At least I can take solace in the fact that everyone is unbelievably stressed right now. Goes with the territory, I suppose. But I'll be a better person for it, right? Hopefully. Hopefully I can slack off all of January and spring. Not really, but at least not be so swamped all the time. But hey, no LSAT, no senior paper, it'll be nice.
Damn this post was rambling. But I just had to get it out there. It's Halloween. Happy Halloween.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
LCCB
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
- Victor Hugo
I believe that quote with all my being.
I'm not going to talk long, because I've been on the road for a week with band, and I'm really tired. But I wanted to get a few things out before they fade. This was my last tour with the Luther College Concert Band, a tour that took us throughout the Great Lakes states. And it was good.
In my senior talk, I said something about how playing music together is the most beautiful thing people could do together. And if you have the privilege of making music with friends, well then, I don't even know what to say. It's an honor beyond words. And that's how I feel. Honored beyond words to have the opportunity to play bass trombone with such a beautiful ensemble, with a wise conductor, and in the midst of a truly awe inspiring tradition. And that is humbling. I look back to 3 years ago, when I was toiling in Varsity Band. Can't take anything for granted. You really can't.
I'm so proud of my section. We get along with each other and we play well with each other. As was said last night, as the 7 of us sat around a table of a Greek restaurant in Chicago, we're a family. And that's cool. That's really cool.
I'm so tired, I need to go to sleep. But I am so thankful for so many things. For music. For community. For opportunity. For Mr. Nyline. For the bass trombone. For homestay stories. For our section. For the chance to do something that transcends words. For good, good friends. For best friends.
Take a look at that quote again. I know I am.
- Victor Hugo
I believe that quote with all my being.
I'm not going to talk long, because I've been on the road for a week with band, and I'm really tired. But I wanted to get a few things out before they fade. This was my last tour with the Luther College Concert Band, a tour that took us throughout the Great Lakes states. And it was good.
In my senior talk, I said something about how playing music together is the most beautiful thing people could do together. And if you have the privilege of making music with friends, well then, I don't even know what to say. It's an honor beyond words. And that's how I feel. Honored beyond words to have the opportunity to play bass trombone with such a beautiful ensemble, with a wise conductor, and in the midst of a truly awe inspiring tradition. And that is humbling. I look back to 3 years ago, when I was toiling in Varsity Band. Can't take anything for granted. You really can't.
I'm so proud of my section. We get along with each other and we play well with each other. As was said last night, as the 7 of us sat around a table of a Greek restaurant in Chicago, we're a family. And that's cool. That's really cool.
I'm so tired, I need to go to sleep. But I am so thankful for so many things. For music. For community. For opportunity. For Mr. Nyline. For the bass trombone. For homestay stories. For our section. For the chance to do something that transcends words. For good, good friends. For best friends.
Take a look at that quote again. I know I am.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Collegiate Experience
Homecoming at Luther. A celebration of Luther Norse tradition, cheerful golf tournaments, student concerts, and a whole bunch of middle aged to elderly folks reliving their glory years in the beautiful confines of Decorah. Or more specifically, Luther, which has been overrun by alumni the past 24 hours.
Today I participated in something that I haven't done for about 3 years. I went to a Luther football game. Well, one half of a Luther football game. I left at halftime to take notes on revolutionary thought in 19th century Russia. But that's besides the point. The point is, I found it a titch underwhelming. Which is sort of what I expected, I suppose. But I've been trying to think of why. The issue? I think it's lack of an athletic tradition. Football is not exactly Luther's strong suit. Never has been. As a result of that, and of the fact that we are a division III school, Luther football games lack a certain je ne sais quoi. Let's maybe compare a few things. First, let's look at Luther's venerable Carlson Stadium, the new Minnesota stadium, and the "Big House" at Michigan.
Obviously, there is a bit of a discrepancy. Of course, Minnesota and Michigan are division I Big 10 schools (though you couldn't tell by the Gopher's record). But definitely, there is a different atmosphere. And a different set of priorities. And you know what, I think that's okay.
I've been privileged enough to be raised in what I would consider 3 different collegiate environments. First, I grew up with the tradition of the University of Minnesota, thanks to my dad. I went to the games, attended homecoming, heard the marching band, and got sort of caught up in the spirit of the college. Secondly, I've attended Luther, which is definitely has a distinct identity and spirit, but is much more focused on the mission and academics of the college. And thirdly, I've been privy to the University of Nottingham, which is somewhat like Minnesota in terms of size, but with an emphasis on the city and region. Although I grew up in the beautiful tradition of Minnesota, I've definitely become close to Luther and Notts.
But even so, I do still sometimes find myself wishing I had that traditional, large college experience. The tailgating, marching in the band playing fight songs, winning one for the gipper, all of that jazz. I have a strong feeling for Minnesota still, no doubt. But as I was watching Luther fumble its way across the field today (we did end up winning though), I decided I could live with what I chose. We may be lacking in the football department, but Luther definitely makes up in the intangibles.
Last night, jazz orchestra played a gig in Marty's. And it was fun. No doubt. A ton of people showed up. And they were dancing, and they were rowdy, and they were ready to listen to some jazz. And I was more than happy to oblige. It felt so good, to be able to play for an excited crowd. And to see people dance. I may be movement challenged when it comes to the contemporary scene, but there are few things more beautiful than the act of improvisation in swing dance. It made me sad that I've been too busy to go to swing club. Needless to say, I had a really good time on Friday night. I'm looking forward to kicking it up for our next concert. And in the spring, we're playing Diminuendo and Crescendo in Blue, the original Ellington arrangement. Intense.
This week, you ask? More copious note taking, more reading, more practicing, more living. But that's what college is for, right? This has been a stressful semester, especially with the LSAT, the senior paper, and the whole application process to law school (in my mind, I just pronounced process the British way. Cool). But, it will pay off in the end. Band tour is creeping up as well on Friday. It would be really nice to go home for fall break and make some coin, but it will be nice to go and make some music too. And stay in the Chicago Hyatt. But seriously, we're sounding good in band. I'm proud of us.
I need to get up early and play for church. So, that's it for now. Later dudes.
Today I participated in something that I haven't done for about 3 years. I went to a Luther football game. Well, one half of a Luther football game. I left at halftime to take notes on revolutionary thought in 19th century Russia. But that's besides the point. The point is, I found it a titch underwhelming. Which is sort of what I expected, I suppose. But I've been trying to think of why. The issue? I think it's lack of an athletic tradition. Football is not exactly Luther's strong suit. Never has been. As a result of that, and of the fact that we are a division III school, Luther football games lack a certain je ne sais quoi. Let's maybe compare a few things. First, let's look at Luther's venerable Carlson Stadium, the new Minnesota stadium, and the "Big House" at Michigan.
Obviously, there is a bit of a discrepancy. Of course, Minnesota and Michigan are division I Big 10 schools (though you couldn't tell by the Gopher's record). But definitely, there is a different atmosphere. And a different set of priorities. And you know what, I think that's okay.
I've been privileged enough to be raised in what I would consider 3 different collegiate environments. First, I grew up with the tradition of the University of Minnesota, thanks to my dad. I went to the games, attended homecoming, heard the marching band, and got sort of caught up in the spirit of the college. Secondly, I've attended Luther, which is definitely has a distinct identity and spirit, but is much more focused on the mission and academics of the college. And thirdly, I've been privy to the University of Nottingham, which is somewhat like Minnesota in terms of size, but with an emphasis on the city and region. Although I grew up in the beautiful tradition of Minnesota, I've definitely become close to Luther and Notts.
But even so, I do still sometimes find myself wishing I had that traditional, large college experience. The tailgating, marching in the band playing fight songs, winning one for the gipper, all of that jazz. I have a strong feeling for Minnesota still, no doubt. But as I was watching Luther fumble its way across the field today (we did end up winning though), I decided I could live with what I chose. We may be lacking in the football department, but Luther definitely makes up in the intangibles.
Last night, jazz orchestra played a gig in Marty's. And it was fun. No doubt. A ton of people showed up. And they were dancing, and they were rowdy, and they were ready to listen to some jazz. And I was more than happy to oblige. It felt so good, to be able to play for an excited crowd. And to see people dance. I may be movement challenged when it comes to the contemporary scene, but there are few things more beautiful than the act of improvisation in swing dance. It made me sad that I've been too busy to go to swing club. Needless to say, I had a really good time on Friday night. I'm looking forward to kicking it up for our next concert. And in the spring, we're playing Diminuendo and Crescendo in Blue, the original Ellington arrangement. Intense.
This week, you ask? More copious note taking, more reading, more practicing, more living. But that's what college is for, right? This has been a stressful semester, especially with the LSAT, the senior paper, and the whole application process to law school (in my mind, I just pronounced process the British way. Cool). But, it will pay off in the end. Band tour is creeping up as well on Friday. It would be really nice to go home for fall break and make some coin, but it will be nice to go and make some music too. And stay in the Chicago Hyatt. But seriously, we're sounding good in band. I'm proud of us.
I need to get up early and play for church. So, that's it for now. Later dudes.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Expatriate
So now I remember what college is really like. Detailed research, long hours spent in the bowels of Preus Library, standardized tests, normal tests, papers to write, stacks of books, band, jazz, lessons, social obligations, etc, etc, etc. Oh yeah, and class. Nothing against the highly esteemed University of Nottingham (The Times 2006 higher learning institution of the year), but given my academic obligations there, Luther is coming out a bit more intense. The one two punch of the LSAT and the senior paper are definitely taking me to task. Or at least, a feeling that I should be on task. I don't even know. I do know that I have 12 books checked out from the library. That's probably more than I checked out during the duration of 2006-07.
I love the word expatriate. Just say it a few times. It's a cool word. And look at how it's spelled. Instead of "ex-patriot", it's "expatriate." I can respect that.
Last year, I used to refer to myself as an expatriate, an American living abroad in England. Increasingly, as I navigate post-Nottingham America, I find myself using the term to describe myself currently as well. I miss England, in ways that I don't think I fully realize. Which is sort of strange, because I find my life back in America well. I love my friends and family (I could do without the nagging), I like being academically challenged, I'm excited to go to law school, it's nice to be back at Luther. But as I've verbalized over countless mugs of coffee, something still continues to be missing. I left something in the US when I left for England, which ended up disappearing. And I left something in England that I can't get back, because it permanently resides in the East Midlands. I think it boils down to the fact that I can't reconcile that Aaron (see photo) with the one that is currently sitting in Farwell 609, navigating around stacks of antifederalist literature.
The Aaron seen above had a dynamic life. And I mean, I have a pretty dynamic life now too. But as the photo might indicate, there's something different. There's something distinctive. And I don't know if this photo accurately portrays this, but I love England. Like, I really love it, genuinely adore its culture, ardently want to seek out new experiences there. This is a strange sensation for me, because I'm also an ardent American type person. I love this country as well. But England, well, it seems to continue to exhibit a powerful draw on me. I know some of my other flatmates feel this too, but this much? I have no idea. I feel somewhat isolated in my intense longing.
Besides the complete acculturation element, the part I find myself missing most is the excitement of travel. I sort of have these visions as I walk along, where I can see myself walking through the Zurich train station or riding the bus to les Grands Montets, just like I did last year. Or more commonly, riding the Underground. It's a very strange feeling, these intensely real and still tangible memories fleeting past my eyes. Frankly, they're painful. I've realized that I do like excitement. I like cities. I like being able to go to London for the weekend, or New York, or Chicago, or Paris.
But mainly, I think I just miss my other home.
So I don't know what's going on. I'm still here, still plugging along. A long way from England. But if anything from my re-acculturation so far has taught me, it is that I will be returning to the land of hope and glory. How long from now? I don't know. I'm going to go to law school for international law, and we'll see if that can take me back across the dune sea. It used to be a question of maybe. Now it's when.
But for now, I'm still here. And that's okay. It's even better when the Yankees are out of the playoffs. Would be better if the Twins were in, but there's always next year.
I love the word expatriate. Just say it a few times. It's a cool word. And look at how it's spelled. Instead of "ex-patriot", it's "expatriate." I can respect that.
Last year, I used to refer to myself as an expatriate, an American living abroad in England. Increasingly, as I navigate post-Nottingham America, I find myself using the term to describe myself currently as well. I miss England, in ways that I don't think I fully realize. Which is sort of strange, because I find my life back in America well. I love my friends and family (I could do without the nagging), I like being academically challenged, I'm excited to go to law school, it's nice to be back at Luther. But as I've verbalized over countless mugs of coffee, something still continues to be missing. I left something in the US when I left for England, which ended up disappearing. And I left something in England that I can't get back, because it permanently resides in the East Midlands. I think it boils down to the fact that I can't reconcile that Aaron (see photo) with the one that is currently sitting in Farwell 609, navigating around stacks of antifederalist literature.
The Aaron seen above had a dynamic life. And I mean, I have a pretty dynamic life now too. But as the photo might indicate, there's something different. There's something distinctive. And I don't know if this photo accurately portrays this, but I love England. Like, I really love it, genuinely adore its culture, ardently want to seek out new experiences there. This is a strange sensation for me, because I'm also an ardent American type person. I love this country as well. But England, well, it seems to continue to exhibit a powerful draw on me. I know some of my other flatmates feel this too, but this much? I have no idea. I feel somewhat isolated in my intense longing.
Besides the complete acculturation element, the part I find myself missing most is the excitement of travel. I sort of have these visions as I walk along, where I can see myself walking through the Zurich train station or riding the bus to les Grands Montets, just like I did last year. Or more commonly, riding the Underground. It's a very strange feeling, these intensely real and still tangible memories fleeting past my eyes. Frankly, they're painful. I've realized that I do like excitement. I like cities. I like being able to go to London for the weekend, or New York, or Chicago, or Paris.
But mainly, I think I just miss my other home.
So I don't know what's going on. I'm still here, still plugging along. A long way from England. But if anything from my re-acculturation so far has taught me, it is that I will be returning to the land of hope and glory. How long from now? I don't know. I'm going to go to law school for international law, and we'll see if that can take me back across the dune sea. It used to be a question of maybe. Now it's when.
But for now, I'm still here. And that's okay. It's even better when the Yankees are out of the playoffs. Would be better if the Twins were in, but there's always next year.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Wednesday = Hawaiian Shirt Day
Wednesdays mean really only two things in the College environment. Number one, it's Hawaiian shirt day. Number 2, trombone choir is at 5:15. If those aren't two reasons to get you to the middle of the week, there is something seriously wrong with you. Who doesn't like Hawaiian shirts? And who doesn't like standing around in a semi-circle for 45 minutes with possibly the most awkward collection of people that Luther can muster? Exactly.
Having undergone the trial by fire that is the LSAT, I have now shifted my attentions to the all important SENIOR PAPER, a fun filled document of 25 pages based heavily on primary sources that helps dictate whether I graduate or not. I wrote some 10-12 page papers both sophomore year and in England. And I typically do ok on them. But, this seems a titch different. For one, you're supposed to do a topic that has somewhat limited research on already. Which is a little tricky. My topic is the persistence of antifederalism after the ratification of the Constitution in 1788, and how antifederalism may have been truer to the spirit of the Constitution than any other faction or idea.
I know, I know, absolutely riveting. I can't even begin to tell you how exciting it is to pore through large tomes of James Madison's papers in the bowels of Preus Library. No better way to spend my evenings. But like I said, it's sort of important that it gets done, and makes sense. Daresay, I would even like it to be somewhat insightful and/or historically stimulating.
Aside from the joy of antifederalism, I'm excited for Thursday. Barack Obama, Senator from Illinois and Democratic candidate for President is coming to speak at Luther. I've never been to a political rally of this type and I like what Obama is saying so far. He seems to bring a fresh face to politics, a la JFK. Of course, JFK didn't really do jack shit, so what does that say about fresh faces? Maybe this will be different. After all, according to his facebook profile, he likes Miles Davis. That's damn near good enough for me.
So, that's that. I wanted to pine some more about Nottingham and living in England, but I'm sort of tired. I'll get to that later, it's a recurring topic. So, instead I'll leave you with my MLB Postseason picks. After all, there's only one October (but it doesn't mean nearly as much without the Minnesota Twins)
ALDS
Sox over Angels
Indians over Yanks
ALCS
Sox over Indians
NLDS
Rockies over Phillies
Dbacks over Cubbies
NLCS
Dbacks over Rockies
WS
Sox over Dbacks
Personally, I'm rooting for the Rockies. Have to love an underdog, and they just seem the next most righteous team.
Having undergone the trial by fire that is the LSAT, I have now shifted my attentions to the all important SENIOR PAPER, a fun filled document of 25 pages based heavily on primary sources that helps dictate whether I graduate or not. I wrote some 10-12 page papers both sophomore year and in England. And I typically do ok on them. But, this seems a titch different. For one, you're supposed to do a topic that has somewhat limited research on already. Which is a little tricky. My topic is the persistence of antifederalism after the ratification of the Constitution in 1788, and how antifederalism may have been truer to the spirit of the Constitution than any other faction or idea.
I know, I know, absolutely riveting. I can't even begin to tell you how exciting it is to pore through large tomes of James Madison's papers in the bowels of Preus Library. No better way to spend my evenings. But like I said, it's sort of important that it gets done, and makes sense. Daresay, I would even like it to be somewhat insightful and/or historically stimulating.
Aside from the joy of antifederalism, I'm excited for Thursday. Barack Obama, Senator from Illinois and Democratic candidate for President is coming to speak at Luther. I've never been to a political rally of this type and I like what Obama is saying so far. He seems to bring a fresh face to politics, a la JFK. Of course, JFK didn't really do jack shit, so what does that say about fresh faces? Maybe this will be different. After all, according to his facebook profile, he likes Miles Davis. That's damn near good enough for me.
So, that's that. I wanted to pine some more about Nottingham and living in England, but I'm sort of tired. I'll get to that later, it's a recurring topic. So, instead I'll leave you with my MLB Postseason picks. After all, there's only one October (but it doesn't mean nearly as much without the Minnesota Twins)
ALDS
Sox over Angels
Indians over Yanks
ALCS
Sox over Indians
NLDS
Rockies over Phillies
Dbacks over Cubbies
NLCS
Dbacks over Rockies
WS
Sox over Dbacks
Personally, I'm rooting for the Rockies. Have to love an underdog, and they just seem the next most righteous team.
Monday, September 24, 2007
A Blog of Note
This is one of my very favorite photos that I took last year, out of some 3,000. I took it in Heiligenstadt, a leafy suburb of Vienna famous for its association with Beethoven. When I went to visit my friends in the Luther College Symphony Orchestra, Kate and I took an afternoon to walk through the streets and take a look at some of the Beethoven sites, especially the house where he wrote the Heiligenstadt Testament. I thought this street sign was so clever and just so fitting for the musical explosion that is Vienna. For those of you not familiar with Herr Beethoven, "Eroica" is the subtitle for Beethoven's monumental 3rd Symphony. It is Italian for "heroic."
Most people know that music has been a big part of my life, especially here at Luther. I have been blessed and fortunate enough to play in a number of top notch ensembles, and also to improve myself as a trombonist to a pretty good level. Along with Nottingham, music at Luther is the defining aspect of my collegiate experience.
I'm currently taking Classical Music History, which is taught by perhaps the most musically brilliant men I have ever encountered. Just let that suffice, I don't want to rattle off too many details. I think a combination of that, all the brilliant music I was exposed to in Europe, and a general musical maturation has been opening my eyes to the joy and beauty of music in a sort of existential, everyday way. I guess, I just feel myself becoming so moved when I listen to a great symphony, or I feel almost tangible palpitations all over my body when I hear a brilliantly executed jazz solo. Guitar artistry (Jimmy Page anyone?) leaves me inspired. In a nutshell, I guess I just find myself appreciating music more. Which is good.
I've gotten on a kick of buying music (well, a 3 year kick so far). Brandon and I had this discussion a few times in Notts, the almost religious experience of physically buying a great album in person. Not by internet, nor burning CD's. Unfortunately, us poor college students must sometimes do such things. I just bought an LSO Live recording of the aforementioned Beethoven Symphony No. 3 off of Amazon. I wish I had the coin to physically buy more albums, but money is sort of difficult to come by as a poor college student, especially when you really have no consistent job. Lame.
Anyways, in music history class, Professor Griesheimer showed us a facade of a palace, and I quietly smiled to myself as I silently named it immediately as Schönbrunn. I'm looking a photo of myself, Benjamin, and Kate at Schönbrunn this January as I type this. I'd highly advise anyone to go to Vienna if they can make it. It's worth the trip. Go to the Hapsburg, Schönbrunn, catch an opera, see the Wiener Philharmoniker if you can get tickets. But above all else, take the tram out of the city and take a walk around Heiligenstadt.
I miss Europe. England, especially.
I have a hellish week. I have an intensive exam on Wednesday covering 18th century music, Joseph Haydn's complete biography, his complete string quartets, most symphonies, and musical forms. On Thursday I have a Russian exam with term identification and two essays. And on Saturday, I have to take this little thing called the LSAT. Damn. I should stop procrastinating. Back to breaking down opus numbers by decade and Russian tsars by historical period.
Later dudes.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
160
Today, I took an actual LSAT to practice on (the real test is on Saturday). I ended up with a score of approximately 160, compared to the scores of 157 or so that I had been consistently getting. If a couple stupid mistakes had not been made, I would have firmly been in the 161-162 range, which would make me quite happy.
What does this all mean in REAL CONTEXT? Probably jack shit. I could screw up horribly on Saturday and end up going to school at Florida A&M or something. But it does wonders for my confidence level. Going through the exam, I felt confident in my answering. Which is good.
I have a week that features two exams, one for Russian and one for Music History. So my LSATing will have to be put on a bit of a back burner. Bottom line, I'm ready to get this bitch over with. 'Nuff said.
What does this all mean in REAL CONTEXT? Probably jack shit. I could screw up horribly on Saturday and end up going to school at Florida A&M or something. But it does wonders for my confidence level. Going through the exam, I felt confident in my answering. Which is good.
I have a week that features two exams, one for Russian and one for Music History. So my LSATing will have to be put on a bit of a back burner. Bottom line, I'm ready to get this bitch over with. 'Nuff said.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Unreality
I've always known I possess a certain streak of social awkwardness. I'm also aware that many people possess more of that streak. The cluster I live in at Luther is a textbook example of unrelenting social awkwardness at a level that is almost impossible to imagine. It's weird. What makes it even weirder is their obsession with playing Nintendo Wii. Now, I own an Xbox. I won't say that video games are bad. I like them too. But having an orgasm playing a video game? Screams of ecstasy emanating from a TV screen. Unnatural. And just plain creepy.
What does it mean when in order to have social interaction, you need the aid of such a diverting activity? I really don't know. And that's all I have to say. I just don't know how to deal with behavior like that in college.
What does it mean when in order to have social interaction, you need the aid of such a diverting activity? I really don't know. And that's all I have to say. I just don't know how to deal with behavior like that in college.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Dunder Mifflin Infinity
Hey people, join my online fantasy paper company.
Dunder Mifflin Infinity
Branch code - 867w3br9qm
Duluth, MN branch
It'd be sweet.
Dunder Mifflin Infinity
Branch code - 867w3br9qm
Duluth, MN branch
It'd be sweet.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
College Life (Or Lack Thereof)
A few things have been made apparent to me in the past few days.
1- Stretch out arms before playing racquetball
2- The LSAT is a bitch
3- House parties are not my vocation
I went to a Baker townhome tonight to visit my gf, and it turned out her house was throwing this big party. And I got sort of intimidated, and felt very awkward at said party. That's an understatement, I stood outside and tried to formulate a plan of attack to go into the house. I guess the experience made me think about my social strengths and weaknesses. I don't really feel like I fit the normal college mold for social situations. Big parties just really aren't my thing, in fact, I feel very uncomfortable at them. And I suppose I don't really quite mind that. I don't know if it's some sort of continuation of the pub mentality of England, but nowadays, my favorite thing to do with good friends is to just sit with a pint or two, listen to music or watch TV, and just talk.
Who knows. But it's a challenge, as relationships invariably bring us into situations we occasionally feel uncomfortable in. It's a struggle for me to try and reach a middle ground, especially when I don't want to do things I don't want to do. Anyways, that's all I have to say about that. I'm happy with who I am.
As could be noted, I've spent a lot of time lately studying for the LSAT, which will be over in a fortnight from right now. Can't wait. My new book is giving me increased confidence, which is really nice. I want to do as well as I possibly can. I really want to go to Minnesota for law school. Too often I sort of get stuck in the middle of the pack. I'm good at stuff, but not distinguished enough to be elite. It will be hard to get into Minnesota, but I'm going to give it my all.
The point about the racquetball is pretty self explanatory, I think.
I'd like to share some music clips here. Music has always been a big part of my life, and especially in college, I'm learning the value and beauty of having a music collection. Listening to lots of music, buying albums, thinking about tunes, being inspired by music, all sorts of stuff. These are from a band called Sigur Ros which I got into whilst in England. They're an Icelandic group, and they have one of the most distinctive sounds you'll ever hear. So, check this stuff out if you feel the need. I'd recommend it.
Intense.
1- Stretch out arms before playing racquetball
2- The LSAT is a bitch
3- House parties are not my vocation
I went to a Baker townhome tonight to visit my gf, and it turned out her house was throwing this big party. And I got sort of intimidated, and felt very awkward at said party. That's an understatement, I stood outside and tried to formulate a plan of attack to go into the house. I guess the experience made me think about my social strengths and weaknesses. I don't really feel like I fit the normal college mold for social situations. Big parties just really aren't my thing, in fact, I feel very uncomfortable at them. And I suppose I don't really quite mind that. I don't know if it's some sort of continuation of the pub mentality of England, but nowadays, my favorite thing to do with good friends is to just sit with a pint or two, listen to music or watch TV, and just talk.
Who knows. But it's a challenge, as relationships invariably bring us into situations we occasionally feel uncomfortable in. It's a struggle for me to try and reach a middle ground, especially when I don't want to do things I don't want to do. Anyways, that's all I have to say about that. I'm happy with who I am.
As could be noted, I've spent a lot of time lately studying for the LSAT, which will be over in a fortnight from right now. Can't wait. My new book is giving me increased confidence, which is really nice. I want to do as well as I possibly can. I really want to go to Minnesota for law school. Too often I sort of get stuck in the middle of the pack. I'm good at stuff, but not distinguished enough to be elite. It will be hard to get into Minnesota, but I'm going to give it my all.
The point about the racquetball is pretty self explanatory, I think.
I'd like to share some music clips here. Music has always been a big part of my life, and especially in college, I'm learning the value and beauty of having a music collection. Listening to lots of music, buying albums, thinking about tunes, being inspired by music, all sorts of stuff. These are from a band called Sigur Ros which I got into whilst in England. They're an Icelandic group, and they have one of the most distinctive sounds you'll ever hear. So, check this stuff out if you feel the need. I'd recommend it.
Intense.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
September 12th
Yesterday was September 11th. Which means one of three things.
A) 6 years ago, terrorists brought down the twin towers
B) Happy Patriot Day!
C) A year ago, I arrived in England
As a fellow Notter so put it, is it wrong that for the rest of my life, on September 11th, I won't think about that morning where I walked in from marching band and saw all of Manhattan burning on CNN? Instead, I will visualize myself walking awkwardly out of Heathrow airport and boarding a minibus bound for a strange city in a strange land, with 8 other strange people and 2 strange professors. I think that's the most difficult thing about this whole business of remembering England, it's all so tangible. So incredibly tangible. It's like I can still feel the rain falling on my shoulders as I wait for the bus. I sometimes see myself walking not through the Luther campus, but the Millennium Gardens at uni. So strange, yet so real. Last night, the whole lot of us gathered at Mark and Carol's to have dinner and belatedly celebrate Anna's birthday. As we all sat, sharing stories and memories, laughing, etc., it almost felt that we were back in Nottingham. But of course, that cannot be true. By now, a new group of Lutherites has inhabited our home. That's a bizarre feeling. I don't know, our sense of community seemed so intense, especially in the flat, it's almost insulting to think that others could presume to just show up and make it their own. But of course, that's what we did. And maybe that's why the flat is such a beautiful place. Who knows. I know one thing though, I do miss England. Not at the expense of Luther, but I miss it a lot.
I don't know what else there is. Hopefully, I can try and steer this blog away from just being a rehash of my retired England blog, but obviously I'm not being very successful thus far. I've been busy dealing with the LSAT, which has been kicking my butt. I need to get on that this weekend, hardcore. I've been listening to a lot of Rage Against the Machine lately. I guess I've never seriously considered overthrowing the government before, but if that's what it takes to lay down such sick beats, I could burn a flag or two. Led Zeppelin is doing a one-off reunion gig in London in November supposedly. Figures. Had I been in Nottingham right now, I would definitely donate a kidney for a ticket.
It's going to be an intense semester. Lots of tests, papers, reading, etc. But that's good. I like school. It's a good thing I'm going to delay real life by going on to more of it. Later dudes.
A) 6 years ago, terrorists brought down the twin towers
B) Happy Patriot Day!
C) A year ago, I arrived in England
As a fellow Notter so put it, is it wrong that for the rest of my life, on September 11th, I won't think about that morning where I walked in from marching band and saw all of Manhattan burning on CNN? Instead, I will visualize myself walking awkwardly out of Heathrow airport and boarding a minibus bound for a strange city in a strange land, with 8 other strange people and 2 strange professors. I think that's the most difficult thing about this whole business of remembering England, it's all so tangible. So incredibly tangible. It's like I can still feel the rain falling on my shoulders as I wait for the bus. I sometimes see myself walking not through the Luther campus, but the Millennium Gardens at uni. So strange, yet so real. Last night, the whole lot of us gathered at Mark and Carol's to have dinner and belatedly celebrate Anna's birthday. As we all sat, sharing stories and memories, laughing, etc., it almost felt that we were back in Nottingham. But of course, that cannot be true. By now, a new group of Lutherites has inhabited our home. That's a bizarre feeling. I don't know, our sense of community seemed so intense, especially in the flat, it's almost insulting to think that others could presume to just show up and make it their own. But of course, that's what we did. And maybe that's why the flat is such a beautiful place. Who knows. I know one thing though, I do miss England. Not at the expense of Luther, but I miss it a lot.
I don't know what else there is. Hopefully, I can try and steer this blog away from just being a rehash of my retired England blog, but obviously I'm not being very successful thus far. I've been busy dealing with the LSAT, which has been kicking my butt. I need to get on that this weekend, hardcore. I've been listening to a lot of Rage Against the Machine lately. I guess I've never seriously considered overthrowing the government before, but if that's what it takes to lay down such sick beats, I could burn a flag or two. Led Zeppelin is doing a one-off reunion gig in London in November supposedly. Figures. Had I been in Nottingham right now, I would definitely donate a kidney for a ticket.
It's going to be an intense semester. Lots of tests, papers, reading, etc. But that's good. I like school. It's a good thing I'm going to delay real life by going on to more of it. Later dudes.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Back to Reality
This blog isn't really supposed to be about England. I have another blog that was supposed to be about that. I haven't really found a real "niche" for this blog yet. Like, it doesn't have an expressed purpose. I sort of fancied it would be full of Bill Bryson-esque witty commentary into life's quirks.
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That hasn't happened yet. For lack of witty commentary, I'll just pine about England some more.
As I walk the path of re-integration into Luther and American collegiate life, I can't help but reflect on many aspects of my English experience. I knew it was going to be an experience that was going to affect me forever, but I didn't quite know how I guess. The gradual unveiling of its affects has been a continual discovery.
One of my favorite analogies of last year came from Brandon, who described our whole year as a "dreamworld," apart from reality. Back at Luther, this has hit me in a whole different light. There's no time to go down to London for the weekend, much less Chicago or Minneapolis. Have to study for the LSAT, have to write a senior paper. Daddy isn't dropping $2,000 (£1,000) into my account so I can cavort around France and Italy for a month doing whatever I want. Those wheat thins I bought last night come directly from my bank account. I have homework to do, practicing to do, relationships to sustain. A quantum shift from my life in Nottingham. And it's just, well, weird to get used to that again. It's nice to not have any worries.
As I continually reflect on what it was to be English (and I seem to do it a lot), I've realized that one aspect was an experiment in urban living. Here in Decorah, I'm sort of stuck in the middle of nowhere. No tram, no buses, no Starbucks, nothing like that. And that's okay. Small town living has its charms, and I think it's very conducive to higher education. I mean, hell, what else is there to do besides study? But I guess I'm finding that I miss the city. I love Decorah, don't get me wrong. But there's something missing, namely the vibrancy of urban life. Right in front of me, posted on my desk, I have photos of London, Nottingham, Vienna, Istanbul, and Paris, in that order. All cities. I didn't really notice that until today. Maybe I just miss my jet-setting lifestyle of a year ago. So, I don't know, that's that.
I guess it's fair to say I miss England. But that's been established. The point is, England has become a part of me, in ways I didn't really think would happen. I feel intrinsically tied to it. Maybe it will fade in time. But I hope not.
In completely different news, I went running on Friday morning. I willingly got up at 7:20 AM, put on my athletic shorts, and ran for probably two miles with Klein and Michael. I'm trying to figure out what compels people to torture themselves like this. Maybe all runners are masochists. "Let's wake up after getting too little sleep, run until we feel like throwing up, sweat profusely, get dehydrated, and then go through our day with a false sense that those 2 miles made us exponentially fitter." I felt utterly wretched the duration of our little jog. Probably because I haven't run that far since middle school. Of course, I felt good after I got done. Then I got an explosive headache later that day, which I will blame on the running. The strange thing is, I think I'll keep doing. Maybe I just like inflicting pain on myself, I don't know. In any case, it's really a perverse habit, this running.
I need to study for the LSAT, and let the sweet guitar of Pete Townshend take me to another plane of logical and analytical reasoning. Then I get to go spend some quality time with my trombone and Marco Bordogni. So fun. Later.
That hasn't happened yet. For lack of witty commentary, I'll just pine about England some more.
As I walk the path of re-integration into Luther and American collegiate life, I can't help but reflect on many aspects of my English experience. I knew it was going to be an experience that was going to affect me forever, but I didn't quite know how I guess. The gradual unveiling of its affects has been a continual discovery.
One of my favorite analogies of last year came from Brandon, who described our whole year as a "dreamworld," apart from reality. Back at Luther, this has hit me in a whole different light. There's no time to go down to London for the weekend, much less Chicago or Minneapolis. Have to study for the LSAT, have to write a senior paper. Daddy isn't dropping $2,000 (£1,000) into my account so I can cavort around France and Italy for a month doing whatever I want. Those wheat thins I bought last night come directly from my bank account. I have homework to do, practicing to do, relationships to sustain. A quantum shift from my life in Nottingham. And it's just, well, weird to get used to that again. It's nice to not have any worries.
As I continually reflect on what it was to be English (and I seem to do it a lot), I've realized that one aspect was an experiment in urban living. Here in Decorah, I'm sort of stuck in the middle of nowhere. No tram, no buses, no Starbucks, nothing like that. And that's okay. Small town living has its charms, and I think it's very conducive to higher education. I mean, hell, what else is there to do besides study? But I guess I'm finding that I miss the city. I love Decorah, don't get me wrong. But there's something missing, namely the vibrancy of urban life. Right in front of me, posted on my desk, I have photos of London, Nottingham, Vienna, Istanbul, and Paris, in that order. All cities. I didn't really notice that until today. Maybe I just miss my jet-setting lifestyle of a year ago. So, I don't know, that's that.
I guess it's fair to say I miss England. But that's been established. The point is, England has become a part of me, in ways I didn't really think would happen. I feel intrinsically tied to it. Maybe it will fade in time. But I hope not.
In completely different news, I went running on Friday morning. I willingly got up at 7:20 AM, put on my athletic shorts, and ran for probably two miles with Klein and Michael. I'm trying to figure out what compels people to torture themselves like this. Maybe all runners are masochists. "Let's wake up after getting too little sleep, run until we feel like throwing up, sweat profusely, get dehydrated, and then go through our day with a false sense that those 2 miles made us exponentially fitter." I felt utterly wretched the duration of our little jog. Probably because I haven't run that far since middle school. Of course, I felt good after I got done. Then I got an explosive headache later that day, which I will blame on the running. The strange thing is, I think I'll keep doing. Maybe I just like inflicting pain on myself, I don't know. In any case, it's really a perverse habit, this running.
I need to study for the LSAT, and let the sweet guitar of Pete Townshend take me to another plane of logical and analytical reasoning. Then I get to go spend some quality time with my trombone and Marco Bordogni. So fun. Later.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Damien Rice
If you aren't familiar with the music of Damien Rice, I suggest you check out the video above. He's an Irish singer-songwriter, and I was introduced to his music over in England. A few of my flatmates were really into him, and his music turned out to appeal to me pretty heavily as well. Because of that, a few of his songs have particular meaning to me, because I associate them so heavily with flat life in England. But that's beside the point. The point is, last night, Brandon, Mary, Mary's friend Caroline, and I made the trek to Minneapolis to see Damien live at the State Theatre. So I thought I'd do a bit of a concert review for your reading delight.
We had seats almost at the back of the lower floor of the State Theatre. So, they weren't the best, but they were fine. I could at least make out his figure on the stage, though I couldn't quite distinguish his face. Needless to say, it was fun to see him in person, if only to see what his non-singing persona is like. All his songs are so haunting and/or mysterious, that you would never think that a pleasant Irishman is really behind them. Sort of refreshing to hear some sort of accent as well, I've sort of been going through some withdrawals since returning to the States. Damien got a bit spacy in his inter-song interludes, which I couldn't really account for, but whatever. He couldn't seem to finish any thoughts. Stoned? Drunk? I don't think so, but you never know.
Damien usually performs with some sort of band to back him up, but since the Minneapolis concert was sort of a quick stop before a gig in Boston, it was just him on stage with a guitar and piano. I was a bit nervous about that, as I had sort of hoped to hear him with Lisa Hannigan, or at least with a cellist, but it turned out great. You know how many artists sound fundamentally different on stage than they do on an album? I was really glad to hear that Damien sounded almost the same, meaning, he didn't try to dumb down his performance for the audience. He went all out, which was quite cool. I think my favorite song he played was "Rootless Tree" from his latest album. But I really loved "The Blower's Daughter" (see video above) as well. I was really really disappointed that he didn't play "Elephant." That particular song vies for my favorite Damien Rice song, and I guess it's the one I most associate with being in England. So I really wanted to hear it, if maybe only for sentimental reasons. But, I can live.
Throughout college, I've been trying to expand my musical library for personal listening. I started collecting jazz records, and have diversified into rock and alternative. My two friends Benjamin and Brandon have been quite indispensable in my quest, and it's nice to have knowledgeable people about to help. As a by-product, I've also discovered the joys of hearing live music. So, I guess I saw going to the Damien Rice concert as a big step in my development as a live music goer. Very glad I went. Highly recommend his stuff to everyone. Check it out. I need to sleep, so I can get up bright and early and play the John Stevens band symphony in sectionals. Later dudes.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
An Observation
Question. What do these three places have in common?
Answer. These are all places I've gone (or will be going) as a result of hard work and dedication. I recently learned that I will once again be a member of the Luther College Jazz Orchestra, and will be participating in the spring tour to Brazil. Needless to say, I was overjoyed. Not so much about the Brazil part, although it will be amazing. Rather, mostly because it showed that the people at Luther still have confidence in me and my ability to play to a level they expect, even after being gone for a year. That's something that had freaked me out.
After I rejoiced in the fact that I was once again able to use my cream dinner jacket, I began to think about all the opportunities I have been afforded at Luther. And none of them were really handed to me, especially in the beginning. I got my ass kicked for a while, and I had to determine myself to get out of that situation. A situation I've ended up eternally grateful for.
I don't want to sit and brag about how great I am. That's an irrelevant thing to say. I guess I've just been reminded about how beneficial it is to just sit down and do what needs to be done. Quite a few musicians from Luther could benefit from that.
The LSAT is upcoming. It's freaking the hell out of me. But for the first time, I feel as if I have a confident direction in life. It's hard to get into Minnesota. It's a hard test. Time to learn from the past.
Answer. These are all places I've gone (or will be going) as a result of hard work and dedication. I recently learned that I will once again be a member of the Luther College Jazz Orchestra, and will be participating in the spring tour to Brazil. Needless to say, I was overjoyed. Not so much about the Brazil part, although it will be amazing. Rather, mostly because it showed that the people at Luther still have confidence in me and my ability to play to a level they expect, even after being gone for a year. That's something that had freaked me out.
After I rejoiced in the fact that I was once again able to use my cream dinner jacket, I began to think about all the opportunities I have been afforded at Luther. And none of them were really handed to me, especially in the beginning. I got my ass kicked for a while, and I had to determine myself to get out of that situation. A situation I've ended up eternally grateful for.
I don't want to sit and brag about how great I am. That's an irrelevant thing to say. I guess I've just been reminded about how beneficial it is to just sit down and do what needs to be done. Quite a few musicians from Luther could benefit from that.
The LSAT is upcoming. It's freaking the hell out of me. But for the first time, I feel as if I have a confident direction in life. It's hard to get into Minnesota. It's a hard test. Time to learn from the past.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
A New Day Arises
Today marked the last first day of school at Luther College. I haven't really thought about it that much until right now. How do I feel about it? Eh, whatever. I've been going to school for long enough that the first day is just another day. My classes all seem to have some redeeming potential, with the exception of personal fitness and wellness, which may or may not be a monumental waste of time and book money.
I've resumed my spot as a moonlighting bass trombonist in the world famous Luther College Concert Band. And I must admit, as much homesickness as I have been feeling for England, there's nothing like ripping out a low D flat to remember what I missed in Decorah. We are playing two phenomenal pieces for the opening convocation for fall semester. One is a killer piece by Alfred Reed, the other is a coronation march for Edward VI by Sir William Walton. Naturally, the first time we played through the Walton, I damn near welled up in tears. I've discovered these first few days that I am inordinately missing England. It's a feeling I haven't really felt since I returned from Nottingham in June. Maybe it's the collegiate atmosphere of Luther vs. Uni, or maybe it's the relative constraint of Decorah, IA. As one of my close friends put it, instead of getting ready to go to France or Italy, I'm preparing to go to Escanaba for the band tour. And honestly, that is fairly depressing. My worldview has most assuredly broadened, and it is being tested as I try and reacclimate to American collegiate life. I guess my biggest problem is my attempts to cling to my English identity are being faced with the fact that I am no longer in England, and I'm sort of in denial. Love that place. Love the people that were there. But I suppose, such is life. Nothing can take away the Englishness that I feel resonating within me, much as they might try. I don't know, maybe it's just a struggle trying to fit the new me, full of new experiences, a different culture, and additional friends into a new (yet familiar) environment.
In other news, I am happy to be back at Luther. I always knew I had good friends that I left behind, but I guess I didn't quite realize how great they were. I guess I'm being exposed to some sides of people I haven't seen before, and that's okay. I feel as if my old friendships are already deepening, despite all that was left behind last year. And that's the truth. I've also been able to keep connecting with the England crew, which has been great. And it's been fun to play some trombone again. This LSAT thing is sort of scaring the hell out of me, but I think I'll pull it off. Stay optimistic, that's the key.
It's late. I'm out of here. Later.
I've resumed my spot as a moonlighting bass trombonist in the world famous Luther College Concert Band. And I must admit, as much homesickness as I have been feeling for England, there's nothing like ripping out a low D flat to remember what I missed in Decorah. We are playing two phenomenal pieces for the opening convocation for fall semester. One is a killer piece by Alfred Reed, the other is a coronation march for Edward VI by Sir William Walton. Naturally, the first time we played through the Walton, I damn near welled up in tears. I've discovered these first few days that I am inordinately missing England. It's a feeling I haven't really felt since I returned from Nottingham in June. Maybe it's the collegiate atmosphere of Luther vs. Uni, or maybe it's the relative constraint of Decorah, IA. As one of my close friends put it, instead of getting ready to go to France or Italy, I'm preparing to go to Escanaba for the band tour. And honestly, that is fairly depressing. My worldview has most assuredly broadened, and it is being tested as I try and reacclimate to American collegiate life. I guess my biggest problem is my attempts to cling to my English identity are being faced with the fact that I am no longer in England, and I'm sort of in denial. Love that place. Love the people that were there. But I suppose, such is life. Nothing can take away the Englishness that I feel resonating within me, much as they might try. I don't know, maybe it's just a struggle trying to fit the new me, full of new experiences, a different culture, and additional friends into a new (yet familiar) environment.
In other news, I am happy to be back at Luther. I always knew I had good friends that I left behind, but I guess I didn't quite realize how great they were. I guess I'm being exposed to some sides of people I haven't seen before, and that's okay. I feel as if my old friendships are already deepening, despite all that was left behind last year. And that's the truth. I've also been able to keep connecting with the England crew, which has been great. And it's been fun to play some trombone again. This LSAT thing is sort of scaring the hell out of me, but I think I'll pull it off. Stay optimistic, that's the key.
It's late. I'm out of here. Later.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
New Beginning
With a heavy heart, I finished off my England blog a few days ago. After hitting the "publish post" button one last time, I decided I liked blogging enough to start a new blog, independent of my England chronicle. So, here goes. Deep breath...
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