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
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
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
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
Monday, March 9, 2009
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
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
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