It's one o'clock in the morning, as I scoured the internet for episodes of 3rd Rock From the Sun I ended up on a website, and in the top advertisement bar was a banner for Augsburg College.
I like to think about advertisements, especially now with the internet becoming a larger player in Television. Marketers are able to direct ads towards populations associated with certain tv shows.
Something in Augsburg's system said that they want to market to people who watch 3rd Rock from the Sun episodes late at night.
I think I can approve of that.
Also, Colin and I went to see "Inception" today in Hinckley. Very good.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Summer Music
Last weekend, I went to the Bayfront Reggae festival in Duluth. A few days before, I was riding in the car listening to Kvsc, and they announced that they were going to give away guest passes to the festival. I didn't try for them, because it seemed like a reckless idea. The next day, they tried to give away the passes again, and this time I called, and I got them! On Friday, my mom and I drove to St. Cloud to get the tickets, and after some confusion and awed wandering in the KVSC studio, I was ready to go.
The concert started in the morning on saturday, and lasted all day. I brought my friend from band because I knew he would appreciate it, and we did, and it was wonderful. My favorite band was called Zili Misik, and I have since done some research on them and begun loving them even more. They are an all female group with a horn section, and an exciting fusion of many types of music. Yum. www.zilimisik.com
The Reggae Festival will certainly remain a highlight of summer. Just today now, I found out that Great Big Sea will be performing at Irish Fair in August! I really want to go. Live music is excellent.
Since this weekend, I have been pretty mellow. Colin came back from his weekend trip to Wisconsin, and now we are settling back into the flow of things again. Today, we started clearing out the old trailer. I didn't get much work done, because it was so interesting. It is hard to throw away so many artifacts of my past. Visser and I found some cool clothes in my mom's dressers.
The concert started in the morning on saturday, and lasted all day. I brought my friend from band because I knew he would appreciate it, and we did, and it was wonderful. My favorite band was called Zili Misik, and I have since done some research on them and begun loving them even more. They are an all female group with a horn section, and an exciting fusion of many types of music. Yum. www.zilimisik.com
The Reggae Festival will certainly remain a highlight of summer. Just today now, I found out that Great Big Sea will be performing at Irish Fair in August! I really want to go. Live music is excellent.
Since this weekend, I have been pretty mellow. Colin came back from his weekend trip to Wisconsin, and now we are settling back into the flow of things again. Today, we started clearing out the old trailer. I didn't get much work done, because it was so interesting. It is hard to throw away so many artifacts of my past. Visser and I found some cool clothes in my mom's dressers.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Anticipation
Summer is technically at its half way point. I still have about 2 months left until school starts. As usual, my feelings are mixed.
Colin comes tomorrow, and by the time he leaves, it will be nearly August. Then, with the State Fair and Dino's, August is just about consumed! Suddenly, Augsem training, first meetins, Auggie Days, Classes!
I just about drove myself mad last night when I was trying to get to sleep; I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I am going to do this school year, and how I am going to fit them all into my schedule.
That is where it started. Once my parents got home from the art show in Brainerd yesterday, I began plotting my schedule to consume the last few pages in my journal.
I constructed a routine for Monday through Friday, from which I concluded: If I work dutifully and productively EVERY week day, I will have 33 hours of study time. This is 7 hours short of the recommended 40 (2 hours of study for each hour of class). My schedule leaves out my Augsem, exercise, brass chamber, and history club.
Last semester, I was very undisciplined. I did not go to bed at consistent hours, nor did I wake up at the same time every day. I did not use all my time for study and organization, and it showed. On these issues, I pondered.
A ridiculous plan that I got last night-that COULD work- involved an early early early morning work out session every Tuesday and Thursday before my 8am class. I would have to learn how to use the locker room...
Another goal that I decided upon was to stop spending points on POP. Even if I justify it as a reward. Pop is BAD for me. It will rot my teeth, and weaken my bones. Besides, I will need the points to get CAFFEINE between Biology and History.
I am going to pretend that I am Alanna of Trebond as a Squire in Tortall. She put in extra hours on both ends of the day, and that is how she became the kingdom's most skilled fencer, learned wrestling and knife fighting, and still managed to spend time with her friends. It was not easy for Alanna to become a knight, but she knew that going in, and she did not concern herself with the fickle goings-on of court.
I tell myself now, "I know I can do it!" However, I will have to remind myself of this when I am trying to find 7 extra hours out of the ether.
These obsessions are premature. I will put them aside for now and enjoy the rest of summer. Nevertheless, I am really excited for school to start.
Colin comes tomorrow, and by the time he leaves, it will be nearly August. Then, with the State Fair and Dino's, August is just about consumed! Suddenly, Augsem training, first meetins, Auggie Days, Classes!
I just about drove myself mad last night when I was trying to get to sleep; I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I am going to do this school year, and how I am going to fit them all into my schedule.
That is where it started. Once my parents got home from the art show in Brainerd yesterday, I began plotting my schedule to consume the last few pages in my journal.
I constructed a routine for Monday through Friday, from which I concluded: If I work dutifully and productively EVERY week day, I will have 33 hours of study time. This is 7 hours short of the recommended 40 (2 hours of study for each hour of class). My schedule leaves out my Augsem, exercise, brass chamber, and history club.
Last semester, I was very undisciplined. I did not go to bed at consistent hours, nor did I wake up at the same time every day. I did not use all my time for study and organization, and it showed. On these issues, I pondered.
A ridiculous plan that I got last night-that COULD work- involved an early early early morning work out session every Tuesday and Thursday before my 8am class. I would have to learn how to use the locker room...
Another goal that I decided upon was to stop spending points on POP. Even if I justify it as a reward. Pop is BAD for me. It will rot my teeth, and weaken my bones. Besides, I will need the points to get CAFFEINE between Biology and History.
I am going to pretend that I am Alanna of Trebond as a Squire in Tortall. She put in extra hours on both ends of the day, and that is how she became the kingdom's most skilled fencer, learned wrestling and knife fighting, and still managed to spend time with her friends. It was not easy for Alanna to become a knight, but she knew that going in, and she did not concern herself with the fickle goings-on of court.
I tell myself now, "I know I can do it!" However, I will have to remind myself of this when I am trying to find 7 extra hours out of the ether.
These obsessions are premature. I will put them aside for now and enjoy the rest of summer. Nevertheless, I am really excited for school to start.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Extraction of Wisdom
Teeth.
Not nearly as profound as I could have hoped.
It is day three of my recovery, and in this time, I have concluded that downers are no fun. This morning, I woke up at 7, downed my antibiotics and a vicodin, and promptly konked back out until 2 in the afternoon. The last couple days have been quite similar, and shrouded in a drugged out haze.
Again, no fun.
Today, after waking up and taking NO more pain killers, I was able to go to Mora with my mom. I got cherries to eat. Yay! My parents left a while ago for the first Thursday Jam session in Milaca. I considered going, but chose solitary boredom over that which requires socializing.
After pouting for a little while, I decided to go for a walk to Ann Lake. Normally, I take walks down to the T, but this time I wanted to change things up a bit. I didn't actually make it to the lake, but I did explore down into a wild life management area, and found a piece of a skunk's jaw bone. I also flushed a female grouse. It could have been a pheasant, but I hope it was a grouse.
Now I am back in the house, contemplating my next action. I think it involves ice cream.
Not nearly as profound as I could have hoped.
It is day three of my recovery, and in this time, I have concluded that downers are no fun. This morning, I woke up at 7, downed my antibiotics and a vicodin, and promptly konked back out until 2 in the afternoon. The last couple days have been quite similar, and shrouded in a drugged out haze.
Again, no fun.
Today, after waking up and taking NO more pain killers, I was able to go to Mora with my mom. I got cherries to eat. Yay! My parents left a while ago for the first Thursday Jam session in Milaca. I considered going, but chose solitary boredom over that which requires socializing.
After pouting for a little while, I decided to go for a walk to Ann Lake. Normally, I take walks down to the T, but this time I wanted to change things up a bit. I didn't actually make it to the lake, but I did explore down into a wild life management area, and found a piece of a skunk's jaw bone. I also flushed a female grouse. It could have been a pheasant, but I hope it was a grouse.
Now I am back in the house, contemplating my next action. I think it involves ice cream.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Poli-Chick's Triumphant Return
Today I went door knocking for the first time in 2 years. The experience provided some synthesis.
I really enjoy door-knocking, especially when it is to share information, encourage voting and calculate support. I like it because I am not trying to GET anything more than the information the people want to give. I get to see different parts of my community, walk around out side and support causes that are important to me.
Last summer, when I applied at Environment Minnesota, I figured that it would be a similar experience to what I had done before. Since it was so different and horrible, I feared that I had changed from before, and that today would be very difficult.
I had even begun to grow wary of political activists, assuming that everyone who enjoys political field work must be crazy, hyper enthusiastic, extrovert-types with pushy attitudes. While these characteristics DO benefit the field worker, many different personality types can be of use in this work.
Antithesis occurred when I went to college, after Tim Faust's campaign against Judy Soderstrom, and the election of Barack Obama, I settled into my new lifestyle and politics retreated to the archive of interests past. This is shocking considering HOW much I felt that politics made me tick summer of 2008.
When I started classes that fall, I had to make quick decisions about which activities warranted my time and energy, and since political activism was on the chopping block, I figured that it was because I didn't care anymore.
I see now that this is not so. The kind of work I did today is something that I enjoy doing. It doesn't mean that I have to become a Poli Sci major and intern in Washington... or maybe it does! For now, it means that I get to do some meaningful volunteer work when I have time over the summer, and I am happy that this is still part of my life.
Democratic Primaries August 10th!
I really enjoy door-knocking, especially when it is to share information, encourage voting and calculate support. I like it because I am not trying to GET anything more than the information the people want to give. I get to see different parts of my community, walk around out side and support causes that are important to me.
Last summer, when I applied at Environment Minnesota, I figured that it would be a similar experience to what I had done before. Since it was so different and horrible, I feared that I had changed from before, and that today would be very difficult.
I had even begun to grow wary of political activists, assuming that everyone who enjoys political field work must be crazy, hyper enthusiastic, extrovert-types with pushy attitudes. While these characteristics DO benefit the field worker, many different personality types can be of use in this work.
Antithesis occurred when I went to college, after Tim Faust's campaign against Judy Soderstrom, and the election of Barack Obama, I settled into my new lifestyle and politics retreated to the archive of interests past. This is shocking considering HOW much I felt that politics made me tick summer of 2008.
When I started classes that fall, I had to make quick decisions about which activities warranted my time and energy, and since political activism was on the chopping block, I figured that it was because I didn't care anymore.
I see now that this is not so. The kind of work I did today is something that I enjoy doing. It doesn't mean that I have to become a Poli Sci major and intern in Washington... or maybe it does! For now, it means that I get to do some meaningful volunteer work when I have time over the summer, and I am happy that this is still part of my life.
Democratic Primaries August 10th!
Friday, June 25, 2010
My New Shoes and the Implications They Hold
Today, I impulsively bought a new pair of shoes.
I was on my way home from Stillwater visiting my mom at fiddle camp, and I pulled off at North Branch to look at a map. (This is after spending 2 hours the night before trying to get from Augsburg to Stillwater, which should really only take 30 minutes, driving my mom's white van with no cruise control and wonky visibility).
The road in North Branch spit me out right by the mall, so I stopped to see if the stores were open, they weren't, but after getting gas for the car and verifying my route home, they were.
I needed new shoes. The blue pair I bought with Rita in Seattle two years ago have never actually fit, and while they serve every practical function, they are worn and old. So I wanted to get a pair of shoes that could match my old pair's versatility.
I paced the aisles multiple times, until I finally settled on a pair of gray Vans with laces. In spite of all the justifications I had for buying them, all they are to me are another pair of tennis shoes.
They match the old pair in every function except for ease of slip-on-ability, and function in semi-formal wear.
I am having a hard time committing them to the role of everything shoes.
Another factor contributing to my disease is that this purchase reminds me of when I bought another pair of brand name shoes when I was a budding teenager. I really liked those shoes a lot, and they served me well... but I don't feel like a 14 year old anymore.
Anyway, I am obsessing over my shoes today. I will let you know if I become more positive about them. Otherwise, I just spent a bunch of money that could have been put to use elsewhere.
I was on my way home from Stillwater visiting my mom at fiddle camp, and I pulled off at North Branch to look at a map. (This is after spending 2 hours the night before trying to get from Augsburg to Stillwater, which should really only take 30 minutes, driving my mom's white van with no cruise control and wonky visibility).
The road in North Branch spit me out right by the mall, so I stopped to see if the stores were open, they weren't, but after getting gas for the car and verifying my route home, they were.
I needed new shoes. The blue pair I bought with Rita in Seattle two years ago have never actually fit, and while they serve every practical function, they are worn and old. So I wanted to get a pair of shoes that could match my old pair's versatility.
I paced the aisles multiple times, until I finally settled on a pair of gray Vans with laces. In spite of all the justifications I had for buying them, all they are to me are another pair of tennis shoes.
They match the old pair in every function except for ease of slip-on-ability, and function in semi-formal wear.
I am having a hard time committing them to the role of everything shoes.
Another factor contributing to my disease is that this purchase reminds me of when I bought another pair of brand name shoes when I was a budding teenager. I really liked those shoes a lot, and they served me well... but I don't feel like a 14 year old anymore.
Anyway, I am obsessing over my shoes today. I will let you know if I become more positive about them. Otherwise, I just spent a bunch of money that could have been put to use elsewhere.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Summer
This summer...
I visited my Grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins in Missouri as soon as I was able to leave Augsburg. My Mom and I stayed a week.
I applied at the North West Company Fur Post to work as an interpreter. I did not get the job, the first rejection in my professional career. It works out though because I am busy enough as it is working for my dad with the pottery, and as Molly Morgan at KBEK.
Later in May, I went down with a bunch of my friends to Paul's family's lake house in Iowa. It was much fun; my muscles were sore for days from tubing and jet skiing. They are going down there again on the Fourth of July I think, but I will not. I have other plans!
Work for my dad has been fun. Visser comes up on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Last week, we fixed up the driveway by trimming all the tree branches away from it, as well as by filling in the pot holes with sand.
I really like being back at the radio station. It's a great job.
I've been spending a lot of time with Sara who is back from college in Superior, and Paul (not Iowa Paul). Last night, we went to see Robinhood in Mora. It was mediocre, but I like swords, horses, and costumes.
The Milaca Marching Band is currently the best in the State. I saw them at their first parade last week, and will see them tomorrow in Milaca! I wish I could be with them!
I visited my Grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins in Missouri as soon as I was able to leave Augsburg. My Mom and I stayed a week.
I applied at the North West Company Fur Post to work as an interpreter. I did not get the job, the first rejection in my professional career. It works out though because I am busy enough as it is working for my dad with the pottery, and as Molly Morgan at KBEK.
Later in May, I went down with a bunch of my friends to Paul's family's lake house in Iowa. It was much fun; my muscles were sore for days from tubing and jet skiing. They are going down there again on the Fourth of July I think, but I will not. I have other plans!
Work for my dad has been fun. Visser comes up on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Last week, we fixed up the driveway by trimming all the tree branches away from it, as well as by filling in the pot holes with sand.
I really like being back at the radio station. It's a great job.
I've been spending a lot of time with Sara who is back from college in Superior, and Paul (not Iowa Paul). Last night, we went to see Robinhood in Mora. It was mediocre, but I like swords, horses, and costumes.
The Milaca Marching Band is currently the best in the State. I saw them at their first parade last week, and will see them tomorrow in Milaca! I wish I could be with them!
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