does this blog SUCK?

We are not too adamant about writing, so we apologize. I assume that you check the blog everyday and are disappointed when you see we've been neglecting it.

From Slog, our daily Muppets:


Updates:

Bianca and I will share a sink next year! This is the closest to being roommates as we can get. I tired to make a diagram but it didn't show up on the blog. To describe, we have two singles that are connected by a sink room.

Cool huh? We're living in forest hall west: http://www.middlebury.edu/campuslife/commons/cook/facilities

Beside that, we've been chugging along. I went to a frisbee tournament last weekend, sectionals, and all of our teams did very well. A boys and the girls teams won the tourni, while the B boys defeated all the B teams they played. Very good job Prankster's Ultimate.

Bianca got called pasta hair yesterday.

I'm in the middle of reading Maus by Art Spiegelman, who I've recently become obsessed with. I dreamed the other day that I was a Jew confined in the Holocaust; I hope to never again have a nightmare like that. Scary stuff.

Things we've done to occupy our time:
-Bianca received a poster from the Believer, a art/pop-culture magazine that pictures a whole bunch of stylized and unnamed faces. Our new pass time is attempting to name these faces, and then place sticky notes under their faces. Surprising finds: Smoosh, G.I. Joe, Emma Watson?
-We discovered creative club and shanghaied it from its founders so that it now takes place in Bianca's room instead of Hepburn lounge. Bianca has been doing a lot of moon journaling and I've been doodling.
-Homework and/or not doing homework/hanging out with Lucas in Bianca's room on a Monday afternoon while Bianca does her homework and Lucas and I help her.
-Deciding classes for next semester. I am not sure about Bianca but here's one possible schedule:
-American Landscapes (Geography)
-Chinese 101
-Natures Meanings: Farm Stories.
-?(Calculus 0121)(French 221)(Philosophy of Law)(The American Political Regime?)

Spring has arrived!
Welcome to the flowers! Smiles and Bounces!

auf Wiedersehen,
Carson

P.S. Funny photo from Spring break.

read this NOW:

http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/the-different-kinds-ofpeople-that-there-are/Content?oid=1206006

one passage that we find paticularly applicable to middlebury:

People Who Don't Watch TV

Symbolically not doing something for the sake of not doing it is almost never evidence of sophistication. It is evidence of not knowing what you're fucking talking about. Are we really still having this conversation? Television is a part of the cultural landscape at this point—a lot of it is good. A lot of it is bad, some of which is also good. You know, LIKE ALL THINGS MADE BY HUMANS? Obviously it is also a good idea to go outside once in a while. But the presence of a television in your home does not make that decision for you. You make it. Feel free to still go outside at any time.

AND

People Who Are Pretty and Smart and Funny and Nice

You probably want to hate these people, but why bother? They are absolutely wonderful, and all we can do is deal with it and hope to be charming enough that they will some day mate with us so that our children can absorb some of their impossible magic.

My Life without Bianca.

I am in Georgia now, in a ridiculously nice house that my frisbee team rented on Jekyll Island. It's a weird place to be mostly because the island which were on reminds me of a giant sand dune with trees and lots of old people, and also because the island used to be a cotton plantation, slaves and all. They've built hotels everywhere and strangely designed complexes with grocery and convenience stores looking like strip malls. The sun burns it's soooo hot. Very good spring break weather. We're the pranksters and we're all having a merry time. Playing frisbee again feels great. It's my great athletic reawakening.

B team boys are staying at a camp site a little bit away from the ridiculously nice house. It takes 3 minutes to drive, 45 minutes to walk and about 1 30 hours to cruise. Cruisin' is a new lifestyle that I was explained to me yesterday. Life is just crusin'. Cruse life, that's a doctrine. It is hard to explain. Yesterday, I also learned that numbers were originally derived from the number of angles that compose them. Think about 1, the european way of making a one it looks like a droopy 7. One angle. Think about 8, but more boxy, eight angles. 4 is easy, a triangle and a line. Am I boring you? Sorry.

I haven't worked on my southern drawl yet, but I hear a lot of it. The B team boys went to a Goodwill last Sunday to pick up some "flair" to play Ultimate in, where we basically raided the womens section; the southerns gave us plenty of estranged looks and comments, in their drawl. I considered faking an accent, to fit in, but I didn't and let the lady at the counter comment southern-ly on every piece of women's clothing I bought. "mmhmm this one is nice, but I can't explain when you'd wear theeis." I had a slightly creepier experience the night before in Virginia. We decided to drive through the night from Middlebury to Georiga and made few stops along the way. At the rest stop in Virginia, I was walking out of the car toward the gas station, when a man in a carhart jacket trudges out of the woods carrying a jug. He comes up to be and says, in southern drawl, "She's dead!...She's dead!," walks inside, fills the jug and then head back in the woods. That scared me, a lot, so we left. We considered possible explanations. One: he killed her in the woods. Two: but why did he need water? maybe she was thirsty? Three: his car died. I don't know what to think.

At 4 in the morning we stopped to stretch on Lynches River Road. We parked at an empty gas station and closed motel. The crickets were chirping and the stars out. At the end of the road, there was nothing but darkness. The eerie south.

My car arrived at 7 in the morning at the fields in Georgia Southern University. People we just waking up and we fell asleep. Things that I really wanted to do there:

-NOT take a shower.
-Eat at Popeyees chicken.
-Practice my drawl.

Things I did there:

-Watched the A team boys and girls play their way through southerns, GLORIOUSLY.
-Tan
-Cuddled
-Ate nothing, but bagels and pasta.
-NOT take a shower.

Oh yeah.

What I said to Hannah day on Saturday: "Hannah, I find my self hanging out with febs all the time and I like it a lot." what withdrawal this is! I miss my febs, I miss BIANCA!

More to blogging come? Maybe. In summary, I miss my other half and am having good times. Good giggly, hilarious, crying my eyes out laughing times. Not much more to say.

Love,
Carson

bianca + carson = radio

ch-ch-ch-check it out now

speakradio.blogspot.com

Episode 2

you don't need to download it if ya dont want, unless you want it on your pod. just follow the link it'll play in quicktime

My Dinner with Middlebury

our quaker friend left for the weekend, he is the voice of reason and disaster ensued without him.
things i did this weekend: sewed my flare jeans into skinny jeans by hand. i had to redo a lot cuz i made them too skinny and couldnt get my foot through, but in the end it turned out swell with a little bulge at the knees to add character. also went rockclimbing, made it to the top of the wall and thought i had pulled my forearm. and in true middlebury fashion i played hackysack. also watched a the philisophical movie My Dinner With Andre, which really is entirely a dinner conversation.
school continues to be difficult, i have to read and stuff like that.
Things that can not be found anywhere in Middlebury, VT:
Hot cheetos
Obscure dvd’s

My goals, to be achieved sometime in four years at middlebury:
Have a professor write the word "brilliant" on something, anything i do
Find someones bookshelf that I have read every single book on

also, i pose a question about neckne: is it the scarves?

ive been getting super into working on talk radio, right now i'm working on a story about telemarketers and someone who clubbed fish to save the environment.
i want to go to the mountains for spring break so we'll see how that goes. tin foiling carson's room went splendidly and now we have a gigantic tin foil ball to play with. lucas and morgan say they're going to get back at me for moving all their stuff in a wild prank involving orange juice. its terribly suspenseful.
at middlebury, everyone is so damn cool it kills me. lots of people make literary references during regular conversation, and everyone else gets it. im not sure how cool that is. today i'm going to funcercise, and im a little nervy.
something to think about: instead of saying but, say and.
and now, doodles by barack obama:









It is true, Middlebury is cool. I'd say that I am digging my time here so far, because every day enriches me with experiences that turn into story that eventually turn into LEGEND. I am developing my allegory here, at college. Anyway, I've wanted to blog for weeks now but can only now find the time.

I went to Washington D.C. two weeks ago to attend the powershift, climate change conference. The bus took almost 10 hours, during which I sat next to Savannah. She bores easily and I didn't do much homework. Our route to D.C. confused me because we went west the south, so it this type of crazy driving/route system that further proves to me that East coast road ways are very confusing. I'd say people have lived here to long and have paved too many short cuts and 'alternative' routes for their own good. The powershift conference itself wasn't that enriching. Mostly because my group and I were often tardy and couldn't make it to panel/workshops that were actually interesting. On the first day, Morgan and I listen to a panel on hip-hop and the environment. I quote their keynote speaker:
"We was hyphee like 10 years ago...I was the 22nd best tennis player in the bay area (clapping)..then I got shot...Music is positive to real life...thank y'all"
Their was some message in there that I didn't get; I found myself being critical a lot of the panels I went to. I am critical of unorganized activism, un-channelled aggression. But, I enjoyed the state wide meetings that we had on saturday, where we discussed issues about washington state. I love Washingtonians. The small group is what did it. There wasn't a inexperienced public speaker screaming at the crowd: "you are the future! get out their, youth, and change the world!!!" I wrote: "how many times can they tell us that we are the 'future.'
In the nighttime, my group (quaker, Coloradoan, bread maker, with special appearance by fish killer, I Love Mackenzie, Joni Mitchell and Oh canada (all these names are fictitious)) stayed with my friend lucas' (quaker) friend, Kevin, with whom Lucas biked across the country, in Takoma, Maryland, 15 minutes out of D.C. Is that confusing? Kevin took us one night to a classic diner, where we met a robust waitress named roxanne. she claimed to make the best milkshakes in the world, so Savannah (Joni) order one. It was delicious. We needed to take a picture, so we asked Roxanne's mother, who surprisingly also works at the diner. She took the picture after moving the camera around three or four times, then saying "got ya!" She didn't 'get' us, she 'got' about half the group at a titled angle. hilarious. Plus did I mention that it was snowing this entire time?! Yes, the climate showed the world that it needs our help. we are the future?

Moving on from powershift (the last day I lobbied the US house of representatives and went to my first protest!), I got home from D.C. and found my room completely covered in tinfoil, bianca's doing. unbelievable. i went to see a man named John Francis speak last weds, who didn't talk for 17 years and avoided motor vehicles for even longer. Plus he came from Pt. Reyes, CA and knew tom baty, a man I admire! Things I learned/pondered:
-what is living for?
-we are the environment (the future?. change yourself first of all, to a life of balance, and then you will incidentally, affect the environment more positively.
-Busking works!
-don't drop out of school with out telling them, or all your grades will turn to fs.
-a black man with a banjo can make a difference.

vermont deceives me. just yesterday it was warm and sunny, I played frisbee outside, walked to the library in flip-flops and now! it is snowy again, like winter never ended! has it yet, I am not really in the know?
School goes well. Two positive things: I met with my adviser the other day and talked about my progression thus far and I feel grounded and more comfortable, and the other day in socio-anthropology, I experience a "educational Epiphany", realizing that I enjoy my 'learning.' Bianca and I decided that we are now in a band and that is why we are always together. we get asked this questions a lot, so there's the answer. band music to follow.

also, rewatching my dinner with andré was a good choice. uncertainty appeals to me. is it such a bad thing?

doodles and toodles,
bianca and carson

Don't you find this interesting?

So we finally had a our first weekend on campus, and there are stories to tell. Nothing too crazy. It all started Thursday, because classes were canceled on friday for Middlebury's winter carnival. The point was we got the day off to go and watch the ski races, which we replaced by not going, sleeping in and an afternoon on the town. There were many scheduled activities for CARNIVAL, all for which you had to buy tickets. Lots of friend forgot to buy tickets which made going from event to event as a crowd harder than it could have been. My schedule for the weekend follows: Orange Crush, a 80s cover band Thurs, The Wood Brothers Friday (STORY: the wood brothers are musical artists, named Oliver and Chris Wood. My friend Oliver Wood has a brother named Chris. Just like the musicians, Oliver is older than Chris. Plus, the concert was on Oliver's birthday. I told this story to the Wood brothers themselves, and they found it amusing, but not enough to give me a free CD, as I intended), the Middlebury Carnival Ball Saturday and the Ice Show Sunday. The Ball was a production. Colorful lights lit up Nelson gym, transforming the place I practice frisbee into a crazy-party-winter-techno party. Party Party. I exchanged 13 text messages while dancing, trying to get Margo Cramer to come dance with me, which she didn't do. I danced on stage, a first. The Wood Brothers, coincidence aside, put on a fantastic show. Bianca and I left the ice show after 3 mins, because of the opening act: a troop of 6 year olds in santa outfits and their mothers singing the Polar Express. Orange Crush was also a dance party. They gave out free plastic Rayband-like sunglasses in many colors, which detracted from my originality here at Middlebury; I am colored Raybands kid, but now, so if everyone else. On another note, it started to snow here again and hasn't really stopped since Friday. The ground is covered and my feet are suffering. BUT my sneakers aren't. In fact they are getting a nice polish and each time, upon return for outdoors, I notice cleaner sneakers.

I find myself waking up in the morning and wondering where I am. Maybe I am having dreams about home I don't remember. Today I started the process of becoming a lucid dreamer, by carrying around a piece of paper that asks me "Are you dreaming?" I say, No. But the point is, one of these days, I'll dream about the paper, notice I AM in fact dreaming and control my dreams. First plan of action: dreaming I can fly, dreaming I am a student at Hogwarts...which leads me to my last side note. NO ONE likes wizard people here and I am seriously deprived. "Hideous *&#$^%*!"

Song lyric I am currently hearing, and transcribing: "Like a fool I am willing to take that fall again and don't let me fall too fast. I wanna fall slowly, I want my fall to last, I want my fall to last." --The Wood Brothers.

Bianca speaks:

My words have been pilfered by Carson, mostly. I was hippy dancing to the wood brothers, and enjoyed their lyrics "gonna keep my skillet greasy." not to be unnecessarily vulgar, but the only way to describe the bass solos is orgasmic. they clowned a lot on middlebury students outside carving ice sculptures in the night. couldnt decide if i should go to DC or not next weekend. couldnt decide if i should get bangs or a nose piercing. i had my first sleepover, on the floor in a tshirt next to an open window and maybe got hypothermia.

bianca and carson are taking a really long time getting back from the gym. i was worried, but i just got through to bianca and they are a-ok.

you guys shouldn't worry either. i'm looking after your favorite bloggers.

love,
tess

p.s. the hillel welcoming committee just barged in our room to welcome me to hillel. they said it's cool that i'm only half jewish. also, they were slightly disappointed when i told them my roommates weren't here. they knew carson was my pseudo roommate.
bye