tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56713642011-11-21T06:33:04.037-05:00Ranting: by an english major who could care less about typos and spelling...Ryannoreply@blogger.comBlogger1801100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1101604229040029722004-11-27T20:07:00.000-05:002004-11-28T22:48:40.806-05:00

OK folks, the time has come. The new is new and the old is old. Its time to move on (maybe). Check it out

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I have tried to get the blogger comments going, in addition to the other comments thing. The reason for this is that many people have complained that they cannot use the other one. Either way, I am sure that I have messed up the code for this page... hopefully everything runs smoothly.

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Turkey and potatoes and family and friends. Yesterday I had nothing of the sort. I sat on a plane the whole day. The flight attendant came by towards the end of the flight and asked me if I wanted a cheese or a turkey sandwich. I chose turkey, it being thanksgiving and all. Upon arriving in Boston I took the T (subway, for the non Bostonian) to the North Station and then waited there for an hour

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(ten points for whoever can identify the title of this post as a song sung by ____________) Monday I spent the day finishing up my Classical lit. paper. I thought it turned out decent, though maybe a bit too broad themed in nature. I highly recommend the Aeneid. It is so well written. Virgil has some of the most powerful similes and metaphors that I have ever read. His thematic symbolism isnt as

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OK, here is the deal.I am in Spain. Yes, yes... I know. "In Spain again??" you cry outraged. Yes, when I was here last time I had to get my residency renewed, unfortunately they told me to come back this week to finish up the process. So, with little option but to come back.... here I am. On the negative side of things, I was going to go see my good friend Charles and his wife Jen in Florida for

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This is the way teaching should be. I hope I make as good a teacher as this lady. My respects to her.

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I had a really odd dream last night. I was at my house in spain, and I went outside and saw a very large rat. It was very hostile and I worried that it might bite me and give me some diasease. I tried to kill it. I caught it but it would not die. I tried choking it to death, stomping on it and even beating it to death, but nothing worked. The more I tried to kill it in vain, the more frightened

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Esto es demasiado bueno para no ponerlo aqui. Jeje, mi madre esta mal de la olla... anda que no mola la tia. En vez de escribirme y decirme que ha roto otro movil me lo pone asi... "Lamentamos reportar que despues de meses sin rastro, la asesina de moviles se ha hecho sentir de nuevo en las calles de Madrid con maneras nuevas y creativas de quitarle la vida a moviles inocentes. La ultima

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For those of you who abhor the pop music industry and its various equivalents on television, etc... Click HERE. Some people hate it just as much as you do.

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I just finished watching Francois Truffaut's film "Day for Night." It was amazing. It was, quite simply, one of the best movies I have ever seen. The script was excellent, the filming was great, set direction was phenomenal. Yes, I loved this film. I dont even want to talk about it, I dont want to ruin the magic. But I can say that it is the first movie that has captivated me in a while.

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"Give me liberty or give me death" Patrick Henry said. Well, I dunno about him, but give me life. I would rather say, like Achilles, I'd rather slave for another man...than rule down here over all the breathless dead. The new Hampsire motto is "Live free or Die," but I wonder, if we suddenly passed a law that enslaved all the people of New Hampshire... how many would actually rather be dead?

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It has been a couple of days since last I wrote something of substance here. This weekend has been a very satisfying one. Friday seemed like it might bring portents of bad times to come, but fortunately this was not the case. The omen that made me scared was the snow. Yes, we had our first snow on friday. It started as rain, and as the day got colder it turned to slush, and finally snow. Because

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No more words needed.

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It is past two in the morning and I just got back from a concert in Boston. One of my goals this year was to go see either Pedro the Lion, or Starflyer 59. When I went to look them up on the internet, to see if they had any shows coming up, I realized that not only were they both going to be playing in Boston, but that they were touring together. For the price of one ticket, I got to see two of

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1- Cutting your fingernails with toenail clippers... doesnt do a very hot job at it. Just an observation. 2- Go read Daniels description of Madrid, maybe it is cause I am feeling nostalgic right now, but I liked it. 3- Oh man. I love this sort of thing, so funny. 4- It is currently -4 degrees Celsius outside. I think it is fair to say that fall is coming to a close up here in Boston. 5- I am

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"Friends are like plants. You have to water them to keep them alive." I dont know who said that, but it isnt always true. OK, maybe I am only starting to learn about friendship and acquaintance late in life, but I have realized that many times you can water the heck out of something, but the plant just wants to die. Its weird when you used to be good friends with someone but then they (for

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They passed it slowly as they went by on the ferry. They were on the deck, looking towards the shore. He was leaning up against the railing when he noticed it, an old factory built in the forties, now wasting away. The boat slowed as it neared the shore, giving him more time to look at the old building, an old hulk of concrete and rust, sitting quietly as time rolled over it. The walls were made

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I suppose some people expect me to give a detailed post about the election and about all that jazz. Well, quite frankly I refuse to do so. I just can't be bothered. It is not that I dont care. I just dont care to write about it. I have had enough politics for a while, and I can assure you that I am sick and tired of talking about it. So instead I will talk about something that does interest me:

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Well, ole Dubya has won yet again. I cant believe it, and yet I totally saw it coming. My pick, Ralph Nader, did not get very far. He was the only candidate that would have actually brought significant change to the country. Democrats and Republicans are both the same dumb thing. Or as charles said it "No matter who wins, the true winner willl be corporate america" (or something like that). Oh

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Barley always seems like an old fashioned food. In ancient times it was one of the most commonly consumed grains. Barley bread was the norm for thousands of years. What happened to it though? Suddenly wheat takes the upper hand and barley disappears... or so I thought. I just realized that I eat more barley than I thought. My good old 12 grain bread has some barley in it, and for that I am

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I am writing from my house in spain. I got here yesterday, and am leaving sunday. I have only come to sign some papers. My spanish residency is expiring and I am here getting it renewed. I have to be here, because it is a residency and I have to make them think that I am still living here. If I am not able to fool them... then they take it away, which I am praying will not happen. If it does,

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Ahh... gotta love a little fun with words. Check it out. The soldier guy calls himself "the witcher" but what a problematic name....

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Pues si, estoy mazo rayado ultimamente. No se porque. Y por eso lo escribo en espanol, porque en ingles no hay ninguna palabra para describir "rayado." Ademas, estoy rayado con la gente de aqui. Me caen que te cagas, pero ultimamente.... pues eso, me rayan. Pero tampoco creo que tengan la culpa, porque me rayo solo tambien, pero menos. Y no por algo en especial..... nose.... No he estado asi en

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I am currently reading "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Ernest Hemingway. I had only read Hemingway once before, in eighth grade. I was not impressed with "The Old Man and the Sea," though I might like it now. I picked up "For Whom the Bell Tolls" to give the ole boy another chance. Also, the subject matter is one that is of great interest to me. I have always been fascinated with the Spanish civil

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Today was a relaxing day, I did my french homework, did some writing and ordered chinese food. I also watched a great movie. Upon Jonah's recommendation I watched North by Northwest, with Cary Grant, and loved it. It has quickly scaled my favorite movie lists. What a classic! Unbeatable. I also had the first real fulfilling walk in the woods that I had enjoyed in a long time. I took some

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In the morning I went out to the beautiful town of Rockport. It is a small coastal town on Cape Ann, in the northern part of the state. It lies about 20 minutes away from Gordon. I am torn about it, it is both a very quaint New England town, and a hotbed for local tourism. At least most of the tourists are locals, but it still makes the place feel slightly artificial. I mean, you can only have so

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The quad is over (for the uninitiated in collegiate terms, a quad is half a semester) which means that I am halfway through this semester. That is pretty amazing, and I dont know where the time has gone. Midterms are done, and papers are handed in. I hope I do ok. I am thinking of picking up an extra class this next quad... perhaps an easy A type class. I know of one. The end of the quad also

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I dont know when it happened. But by the time I realized it, it was too late to stop it. The leaves have changed. They are now mostly made up of a series of browns, yellows and reds. I woke up today and looked outside and realized that the school is aflame with fiery colours. I dont know why that happened. God must have employed all of his angels; going from tree to tree, painting over the green

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I have never been into school all that much. Really. I have always enjoyed learning, but have never been a straight "A" student. In fact, I have always been more of a straight "C" kinda guy. Well, for some reason I have gotten motivated this semester, and have gotten a desire to do as well as I can. So far so good I think. I have a goal, which always helps. I would like to go to Oxford next year.

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I have realized that this page does not load properly on internet explorer. It cuts off the nifty little banner I made at the top of my page. If you can you should use Firefox or Opera or Safari or pretty much anything. Explorer is slow anyway. Also I am cool because I have learned to use something cool. What have I learned? push the magic button to find out!!

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This past weekend I was an RA again. The Evan's RA staff went on their bi yearly retreat. They needed someone to cover their shifts for them, and so Mindy asked last year's RAs to help out. Me and Allison split up the weekend. I took over the saturday to sunday shift. Basically it was like last year: I had to do "rounds" every couple of hours to make sure no one was doing drugs, having sex or

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My life has been chaotically dull lately. The monotony ---hold on, I feel a digression coming up--- Why do we call it monotony? It was a term originally meant to describe music and sound. I mean, mono being one and then tone being, obviously, musical tone. Somehow it has ended up describing a something dull, with little variation. However, why do we not use a similar term relating to visual

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I have been wrestling with myself tonight. I grabbed my mind and smashed it against the white, painted, cinder block dorm wall. I punched it, trying to force it into submission, but instead my brain charged me wielding a something sharp and painful. After an hour and a half we found ourselves at an impasse. I had a chokehold on my brain and was slowly choking the life out of it; it in turn gave

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Boston, like every city, has a certain charm that comes from its eccentricity. Tonight is a night like none other, yet in many ways it is like so many other urban nights; different people, same old weirdness. There is a heated subway argument between an old, racist, drunken codger and a trash talking midget. The interaction ends with the little man showing his bravado by wielding his middle

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It has been quite a good weekend I must say. I have pretty much accepted that my "main hang out group" has changed this year from my choir buddies to my evans buddies. This is neither good nor bad, for both groups have great people. It is just a slight adjustment. I probably spent 65% of my time with my choir crowd and the other 35 with my evans people. I think the numbers have been reversed now.

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This weekend my father came up to visit me. I had not seen him in 9 months and it was time. I was a bit nervous about his arrival, because it is never been easy to see him; a depressed man is not the best thing for one's mood. However this time things went smoothly, and I can say that I actually enjoyed the time we spent together. We went to Vermont and went camping. Vermont is very pretty, and I

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I need to be remembered. I deserve to be remembered. That is what I am really saying every time I write something down. Lets face it; writing is essentially a beautiful ego trip. Somewhere in my writers mind, I decide that my thoughts are worth keeping for posterity. Somehow I am convinced that my views have intrinsic value; that someone, at the very least myself, will someday benefit from my

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I have neglected my blog for a while. Yes, I know I have been updating fairly often lately, however, I have not really posted anything of much depth. For this I apologize, I will try to write things of substance in the future. However, it is late tonight and I am tired and uninspired. Tomorrow I will resume my walks in the woods. They usually leave me refreshed and ready to write once again. Part

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OK, so here is the deal. My favorite soft drink is Orange Fanta (followed by Dr. Pepper). So I was overjoyed when I heard that it was coming to the United States. Before I had even been here for 3 days I went out and bought one. What did I find out? This fanta is just another orange drink posing as a Fanta. Thats right. An impostor. Fanta in Spain (and all of Europe as far as I know) has 6% juice

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The day has been unusually warm, or perhaps the rest of the summer has just been strangely cool in comparison. Of course, from the inside of my air conditioned retreat the weather always seems the same. Perhaps the sterility of the environment has been partly to blame for the feeling of numbness I have been having. I have not really been depressed, just tired. My soul has been uttering a constant

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I am back at school. I am less than excited to be here, but I don’t have any other option really. I have to finish school. Unfortunately (in some ways) my major is English, which limits the possibilities for its completion to a handful of countries. I mean, I suppose I COULD take English at the Universidad de Alcala, in Madrid, but that would be pretty stupid. So there are about 5-7 places in the

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I am back at school. I am less than excited to be here, but I don’t have any other option really. I have to finish school. Unfortunately (in some ways) my major is English, which limits the possibilities for its completion to a handful of countries. I mean, I suppose I COULD take English at the Universidad de Alcala, in Madrid, but that would be pretty stupid. So there are about 5-7 places in the

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Well my friends, I am four days away from being back at Gordon. Am I having a freak out crisis? You bet your pants I am. I am not really looking forward to going back to the good ol' GC. Dont get me wrong. I know that I am supposed to go back. My time is not yet up at Gordon. But every day I feel less obligated to go back. Maybe its because some of my best friends are not going to be there

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It is dark out. The moon is hiding somewhere tonight. I am sitting on some rocks looking down a long strip of beach in Cadiz. A single row of tall bright halogen lamps shines onto the sand. It is windy. The wind picks up the spray from the waves and blows it towards the land in forming a thin curtain of fog. The mist catches the light from the lamps, making the beach look somewhat ethereal as it

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I just returned from Barcelona. It was a great time. I intended to stay for 3-4 days and ended up staying 12. Kenny was in the middle of leading a 24-7 prayer missions team there and I went thinking that I would just trail him around a bit and then leave when I got bored. Little did I know that I would enjoy my time there so much, neither did I expect David to be as entertained as he ended up

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I have returned from my quite short walking trip. Me and david did about 100 Km. At night we stayed in little spanish towns about the size of... I dunno... somthing small. Many of the towns were very old; filled with castles and cathedrals and tiny winding streets. The sun would beat down on the castillian plain with intensity, and a heavy backpack also added to the fatigue. However, it was well

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I am supposed to be hiking right now. Yes that is right. The "epic" journey that I was planning turned sour and lukewarm in our (David and I) mouths and we spit it out. Well actually, I was having fun. But David wasnt. He thought taht the idea of walking from one place to another and finding our own way to get there, was kind of... well, dumb. Yes, I know. I was shocked too. But you know, I said

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I went for a nocturnal dip in the waters of my community pool the other day. Me and David snuck over there and went for a swim. It was a good time. It brought back such clear memories of the past that I was in silent awe for a little bit. I sat by the edge of the pool and let myself be completely soaked by the waves of nostalgia. I have been going to the pool at night since I was a kid. At

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Some of you might remember that I have always complained that my back hurt. A couple of you migh even remember me hurting severly on occasion. Well, last year I went to the incompetent school doctor at Gordon, and he sent me to get physical therapy for... who knows what. They sure didn´t say scoliosis. Because guess what? That is what I have. Fortunately, it is not an extreme case, but hey, it is

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Have you ever thought that you might be in the wrong place and with the wrong people? As much as this sounds like the introduction to some angsty post about not fitting in, I don't intend it to be. I just find it fascinating that of all the people that I could have been, I am the one that I am today. If I had been born to different people, or to the same people in a different place... everything

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During the past weeks, the Guardian newspaper has been posting articles about the possibility of a new US draft. The last US draft took place during the Vietnam war. I remember at the start of the conflict in Iraq, naysayers were predicting another Vietnam-like fiasco. I was right up there with them, saying that the US was bound to fail. Not only was I saying that the war was wrong, but I have

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1087170012731711702004-06-13T17:14:00.000-04:002004-06-13T19:40:12.730-04:00

Well, life is VERY good for the next couple of weeks. The EuroCup is in motion, and that means I get constant entertainment. The eurocup is like the world cup, except only European countries participate. This year it takes place in Portugal, Spain's neighbor to the west. Spain played against Russia yesterday and won (of course). The score was 1-0, Valerón scored. I went over to Kenny's house to

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1086903970617980192004-06-10T14:40:00.000-04:002004-06-10T18:32:38.300-04:00

Excuse the lack of updates. I feel like I have asked for clemency quite a bit these days, but then again, maybe I have just been feeling guilty for not writing. At least two or three people have commented on my blog, and both times the feedback was positive, so I must continue to write for those who DO read this blog. If you do come by, leave a message and say hi! It forces me to write when I am

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1085862346087117772004-05-29T15:59:00.000-04:002004-05-29T16:29:45.383-04:00

I must say, yesterday I was very stressed. I was tired from working, my boss was stressed; my bus home got stuck in traffic and I was distracted and missed my stop (which forced me to walk back for 20 minutes). The perfect cure for this is, of course, the movies. More aptly, going to see a no brainer action flick. Usually I will never go see an action movie at the theatre, but I felt like special

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1085649958786408092004-05-27T04:53:00.000-04:002004-05-27T05:25:58.786-04:00

I cannot believe I have been here a week. In some senses it feels as if I never left; in others I feel like I dont belong here anymore. Either way, it is good to be back. It has been raining like crazy all week, ruining some of the royal wedding plans... The prince was married on Saturday. It was a very big deal, and all of madrid was primping for the event. A lot of useless protocol and stuff.

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1085163314647168952004-05-21T14:14:00.000-04:002004-05-21T16:39:56.380-04:00

Today was my first day of full work. I am currently working at a Bar in downtown madrid, between "el botín" and the plaza mayor. It is technically a Belgian bar, which basically means it still has mostly spanish "tapas" but only Belgian beer, go figure. But it has a LOT of beers; 50 different kinds to be exact. In the US I have never seen a bar with over 10 brands, in fact I have seen very few

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1085088546429424892004-05-20T17:18:00.000-04:002004-05-21T02:53:49.566-04:00

While I was on a plane bound for sunny spain, (Wow, that rhymes, I think I should be a poet) I came to some conclusions about flight travel. Some of you may think that the whole travel/airplane thing is fun. Well it is... but only for about two hours (or till you are done with the first in-flight movie). You start out excited about traveling, but that sentiment quickly changes into angst.

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1084770336280922162004-05-17T00:58:00.000-04:002004-05-17T01:05:36.280-04:00

It is my last night in Evans Hall. It has treated me well. It has been a good year all in all. Many of my close friends sort of raise an eyebrow at me when I say that, knowing all that I have gone through during the past semesters. And yet, though I have my complaints and questions, life is not bad. I just read a post that Charles, one of my best friends, put in his blog. He described the things

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1084368160580871652004-05-12T09:10:00.000-04:002004-05-12T09:22:40.580-04:00

Well, finals are almost over. I still have to present my mediocre media production project, but other than that... I am done. My tests were pretty bad I think. French was darn hard, and English was just ridiculous. The english one had the dumbest questions I think I have ever seen. I studied decently for it, I re-read all the plays that were going to be on the exam, but it was no use. You would

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1083733236467148012004-05-05T00:46:00.000-04:002004-05-05T01:03:48.360-04:00

Yesterday I made an impulse buy. I picked up a new CD. I am always anxious to find new Christian artists that original and good. Some of you might remember a couple of years back there was a group called "Burlap to Cashmere." I always thought that they were talented, but I never really liked their music. When I heard that their frontman Steven Delopoulos was getting out a CD, I was intrigued. I

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1083645280475162572004-05-03T23:19:00.000-04:002004-05-04T00:37:30.860-04:00

Tonight I went to the Idiom release party. The Idiom is the school's literary journal, which contains pieces written by students. I did not submit anything of my own, but I was on the staff that put it together. It was exciting to see the poetry that I critiqued and liked, bound between two covers. Later on at the release party, people read some poems. I sat on a blue couch, and listened to them.

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1083554813861532972004-05-02T23:03:00.000-04:002004-05-02T23:30:43.360-04:00

It has indeed been a long time since I have written here. The last week has been crazy. I have been working like crazy, enslaved to my work. I spent at least 16 hours doing a paper last week, and just as many working on a media project. The paper turned out OK, but the media project is merely mediocre. I have to do a 5-10 minute movie for media production class, and so I went with a documentary (

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1082613948953556512004-04-22T01:53:00.000-04:002004-04-22T11:43:52.436-04:00

Well the snow has melted, and all around me spring is waiting expectantly for its chance to burst fully into bloom. All around me the silence of winter has turned into an excited rustle of frogs and crickets, like that of an audience waiting for a show to start. The wind whooshes around my ears and I feel the hint of warm riding on its apparent chill. All around me nature whispers as if to say "

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1082347666182743912004-04-19T00:06:00.000-04:002004-04-19T00:12:16.716-04:00

Every now and then I get one of those personal surveys and whatsnot, I like to do them from time to time, I dont know why. Maybe you will enjoy it, feel free to fill it out and at it to your blogg if you wish. three things i don't understand 01. God 02. Love 03. Art three things that scare me 01. being trapped in a situation I cannot get out of 02. Not being able to help a friend in need 03.

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Sorry for not updating for a couple of days.... It is that time of year. This is the time of year when I get ansy. You are too far away from the end to have excited expectation, but too close to ignore it. You also feel like it is too late to make a clean fresh effort, but not yet late enough to go into the last sprint of effort. So you go through the motions, putting just enough effort to get

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1081662821446856792004-04-11T01:04:00.000-04:002004-04-11T01:56:28.590-04:00

Today, I was fortunate enough to be able to go see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I had been wanting to go since it came out in February, but had not had a chance. It is hard to keep with the new movies without a car, and especially hard without friends that like to see the kind of movies I enjoy. Fortunately, this movie has appeal to those who are not Art film/Independent film lovers

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1081436049464057402004-04-08T10:48:00.000-04:002004-04-08T10:56:53.983-04:00

Slapnose pointed this out to me: If you go to George W Bush's website you will see what a great man he is. Go to this "compassion" photo album. There you will see it, George hanging out with a whole bunch of black people, what a great guy... oh wait. That is just messed up. For George, Compassion="hanging out with black people". This may or may not be what he really thinks, but somebody needs to

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1081269527139328262004-04-06T11:19:00.000-04:002004-04-06T12:41:29.920-04:00

I have a couple of intersting links for you all to check out: On the more serious side of things, my friend Kenny has posted an article written by a friend of his living in Palestine. It was written right after the assasination of one of the leaders of the Arab resistance. It is very interesting and should give you a more balanced view. Check it out despite the crappy web design (sorry kenny,

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1081014869395385832004-04-03T12:23:00.000-05:002004-04-03T12:58:14.420-05:00

Over the past week, this conversation has come up several times, so I decided to put my thoughts down here. Because I know that many of you have thought of this as well. I have decided to equalize the way I look at Art. We can all recognize that there is Low and High art. Sometimes we shun low art, because it is: "commercial," "not original," "not intellectual," etc. I have decided that it is OK

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1080886913730381542004-04-02T01:10:00.000-05:002004-04-02T01:24:32.246-05:00

It has rained all day. There are flood warnings. I have been listening to a lot of Paul Simon. Man, the guy is good. I never bothered to listen to any of his stuff, because I was bitter about Simon and Garfunkel breaking up. I think seeing them in concert helped me forget about all that. I realized that Paul really was the life behind the duo. Even though I fell completely in love with Art's

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1080741827914800862004-03-31T09:00:00.000-05:002004-03-31T09:07:01.746-05:00

Here is a picture of me with some friends on friday hittin' up the hookah. Now all you people who didnt know what one looks like can enjoy some new knowlege. The metal part at the top is actually a wind blocker thingy. There is a vase like glass thing at the bottom (outside of the picture). Yes, you are all scandalized that I am smoking. Well, I dont care. A pox on all of you.

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1080740998062897992004-03-31T08:41:00.000-05:002004-03-31T08:52:34.903-05:00

Last night I realized that I am not a mean, lean, sports machine (well... except for the lean part). Intermural soccer just started and I, being the fun loving RA that I am, signed up for one of the Evans soccer teams (evans in the name of my dorm). I have never been good at sports, but I enjoy many of them. I like playing when it is not too seriously competitive and people are playing for fun.

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1080458611429800342004-03-28T02:23:00.000-05:002004-03-28T02:26:04.983-05:00

Today, I got up around 10, and tidied my room up a bit. Then I played around on the computer. Then I did my taxes. This morning has definitely been one of those "I need to be alone" times. After that I went over to Lane (the cafeteria) and got a couple of hot dogs with fries for a late lunch. Then I came back to my room for a mid Saturday movie (funny, in Spain that is THE time to watch movies...

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1080458348513278962004-03-28T01:36:00.000-05:002004-03-28T02:25:42.670-05:00

Well, another weekend is almost over. It has been a good one so far. It has been restful and refreshing. I have done things that have been original and new, spent time with friends, heard music and watched movies. Yesterday, the weather was beautiful. It was sunny out. The skies were blue. It was finally warm enough to not have to wear a coat. After my last class, I went to the beach with some

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1080267661018202932004-03-25T21:17:00.000-05:002004-03-25T21:23:32.390-05:00

During Choir Tour... boredom took control of my mind. And in some act of insanity, I straightened my hair... here is the picture to scare the living defecation out of you:

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Well, Another day has come and gone and I did something that I had never done before. A week ago, I recieved an email asking students if they would be interested in lending the Art department a hand. The letter followed in saying that they were looking for models for their drawing class. The models would be paid by the hour. I had never done anything like that, and the times that they were asking

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1080106402966257882004-03-24T00:29:00.000-05:002004-03-24T08:18:18.216-05:00

Once again, it seems that the rustic lands of Yorkshire have something to captivate my imagination and soften my spirits. In High School I was captivated by the books of James Herriot. I read all the books by the yorkshire vet, and loved imagining the places and people of those harsh farmlands. Now, Kate Rusby, another Yorkshire native, has captivated me as well. I recomend that you check her

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1080018270710944202004-03-22T23:42:00.000-05:002004-03-23T00:06:59.450-05:00

I dont know why... I have been really anxious for a couple of days. Physically I have been really jittery, my heart rate has been going crazy, I'm sure my blood pressure has skyrocketed. I have always been figitty, but lately it is out of control. My mind has been suffering from "racing thoughts," which make it hard to concentrate. I have had a lot of stuff going on this year, and I think it is

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-107980965419501562004-03-20T13:43:00.000-05:002004-03-20T14:10:00.513-05:00

I got up this morning and I went over to the Library. David said he wanted to learn about Spain's History before he goes over. So I meandered over to the library to see if I could find anything. I ended up staying downstairs in the History section of the Library for over 2 hours. I know, it is bizarre. I love it down there. The history section of the Library is two floors down into the basement.

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1079649299147532882004-03-18T17:13:00.000-05:002004-03-18T17:38:10.590-05:00

Last night I had an interesting experience. I played sang; by myself. Believe it or not, that is a first. I have always performed with more people (usually the good company of my friends Kenny and Dan). I am terrified of singing alone. I guess it is because singing is such a personal thing. It is because, when you sing, your voice is naked. Upon further contemplation, I think I have sang for

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1079620737797070402004-03-18T09:18:00.000-05:002004-03-18T09:41:21.483-05:00

The past couple of days have been pretty busy. I want to extend greetings to anyone who is new here *cough-rachel-cough*... "hello, please feel free to waste your time reading my stuff. Leave a message if you want." It is the start of a new "quad" (which is a half-semester), and I have lost one class and gained another. Fortunately, it was a good trade, because I was sick and tired of Philosophy

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1079446254869846442004-03-16T09:08:00.000-05:002004-03-16T09:13:16.920-05:00

Maybe it is disrespectful to post a humorous post so early on after tragedy, but I figure everyone needs a laugh these days... This picture is from a day when I "fro-ed" my hair out as much as I could. It was taken about a month ago.

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Today is has been a strange day. I woke up, and found out that tragedy had hit my home. In Madrid, 10 bombs went off in trains around the city. 1400 people were injured, and 200 died. I was really nervous about my friends and family, but everyone I know is OK. I know people that have lost friends though. As the day progressed I felt more and more shaken up. I saw pictures of trains blown apart

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1078289020618407082004-03-02T23:28:00.000-05:002004-03-02T23:45:48.856-05:00

Yeah. I know.... midterms.... I havent been updating as nicely as I should be. Well, here is a picture from my MK retreat a couple of weeks back. Me, Dave (a guy on my floor, with whom I have really hit it off. MK in Costa Rica), Steve (MK in Panama), and David (mexican, mk in Japan). We had fun together. It was a little click'ish, but hey, since when has that stopped me? David is coming to

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Today its my mom's Birthday. Happpy birthday mom, I love you. Felicitarla. Aqui teneis el correo electronico: madremaravilla@hotmail.com

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I just arrived back from watching the passion. It started at 4 and ended at 6, so dinner was over by the time I got back. But then again, I dont think I feel like eating just quite yet. After that movie, who could? After watching the hotly debated movie, I must say: "It is good." I went in with an open mind. I was ready to accept it, and to bash it. I refuse to be one of those people, that just

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After years of trying to find my favorite movie (it is hard for me, a film buff, decide), I have finally decided. It is Calle 54 of course. This is the only film that moves me to a physical response EVERY time. I smile, laugh, and somtimes even cry. It is true emotion, color and beauty. No other movie can move me to real emotional responses EVERY time. True, there are some comedies that make me

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1077673603639522962004-02-24T20:42:00.000-05:002004-02-24T20:48:44.856-05:00

I fixed the title background. It was screwy before, and now it is nicer. I made the castles and windmills more grey, which works better with the background. I also took out some small things which weren't as nice (even though I miss the osborne bull...). I obviously expanded the size, eliminated the tile effect, and some other much needed things. I like the dreamy look that I attained by mixing

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I am going to miss the floor I am on right now. I am the RA (resident advisor) so I am sort of in charge of it. I really like it though. I get along with with everyone, and everyone respects me. I have somehow been able to balance the friendship and leadership aspects of the job. I think I am doing a good job. Yesterday one of the guys on my floor said "dude! what are we going to do next year

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Here is a picture someone sent me of the time I went out into Boston with some friends... wow, upon looking at the pic I notice that the guy to girl ratio isn't all that shabby! haha, actually I dont know half those people... only the good looking ones. ok... no, not true. and a close up of your favorite blogger! Feel the love of the curls of gold. May the fro be with you... always.

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This was sent to me by my friend alex oldfield, from England. He swears that it is true... and it wouldn't suprise me if it was. Charles, I am happy that you are in the airforce. The following is the transcript of an ACTUAL radio conversation in October 1995, between a US Navy ship and The British authorities, near the coast of England. The transcript was released by the MOD on

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1077252914328237782004-02-19T23:43:00.000-05:002004-02-19T23:58:02.593-05:00

I just returned from an Idiom meeting. The Idiom is the school literary publication. It is published once a year, and is made up of student submitted poems and prose. I have several friends in the staff and had been invited to join their ranks on many occasions. For some reason I felt that I would be surrounded by literary geniuses, and that my opinions wouldn't be of any significance. Tonight I

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1077164251355163862004-02-18T23:17:00.000-05:002004-02-18T23:19:26.983-05:00

You're Pale Fire! by Vladimir Nabokov You're really into poetry and the interpretation thereof. Along the road of life, you have had several identity crises which make it very unclear who you are, let alone how to interpret poetry. You probably came from a foreign country, but then again you seem foreign to everyone in ways unrelated to immigration. Most people think you're quite funny, but

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1077111112847477352004-02-18T08:27:00.000-05:002004-02-18T08:33:47.733-05:00

Here is another strip from CRFH! that I thought you might enjoy. Of course this one doesnt relate to me as much as the other one... heh heh

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This is one of the web comics that I read fairly regularly... I recommend it. Unfortunately, you will have to start at the first one if you want most of them to make sense. Actually that is kind of fun, but takes time... considering that they started the comic in 98 or so. Chris knows what I am talking about, cause I got him hooked on Sluggy Freelance, my other favorite series. Well I bet this

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Why write when you are not saying anything? It is a mystery to me. Isn't the whole point of writing, so that you can "say something?" I have nothing to say except that I like the sound that iced snow makes when you kick it during the middle of the night. I wish I could express that in poetic terms, but I cannot. I have no clue how to write poetry. I like more classical poems. Poems with rhythm

Ryannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671364.post-1076549367825137882004-02-11T20:27:00.000-05:002004-02-11T20:31:16.170-05:00

Kids should be careful when they send christmas letters to Santa Claus. A simple error in writing Satan instead of Santa can lead to extreme pain. By the way, look at the pictures and captions on the side... super funny. Especially the last one.

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While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction and there's nothing you can do about it. You are doomed to do it. You are a pawn in the great game of coordination.

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I finished "Lost in Translation" this evening. I am not sure how I felt about it. It was beautifully shot. The directing was great, and the script was awesome as well. The director really knew how to convey feeling with the shots. She did a great job. I am still trying to figure out how I feel about the messages and themes in the film though. Oh, by the way. If anyone can arrange my marriage

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