2-3 o clock Colorado time be ready on the SOCC ( www.thesocc.org )
song of the hour: Sunday Smile
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Hopefully Tomorrow Never Dies...Because I am Pumped for Tomorrow
You asked for it. You Begged for it, and yes its here it is. The biggest news you will ever hear...ever. Bigger then the Hindenburg, bigger than WWI, bigger even then the Illuminati.
Yes Talk from the Tuckus has a radio station. We will be broadcasting on the SOCC in association with KRCC or something like that.
You can listen here: http://thesocc.org
just go under the listen live part of the page on the left hand side.
Sorry bout the lack of posts I've been busy and excited about school.
Song of the Day is Sex and Violence by the Scissor Sisters
Yes Talk from the Tuckus has a radio station. We will be broadcasting on the SOCC in association with KRCC or something like that.
You can listen here: http://thesocc.org
just go under the listen live part of the page on the left hand side.
Sorry bout the lack of posts I've been busy and excited about school.
Song of the Day is Sex and Violence by the Scissor Sisters
Friday, January 21, 2011
The Resurgence of Self Agrandizing
Well, I started writing again. It's not because I think that I am a good writer (well maybe a little (or a lot)). But rather because I feel like I have a story to tell. Heck I feel once again that everyone has a good story in them that they can tell.
Believe it or not I lost that feeling when I was at Riggs. Even though everyone around me had a very strange challenging life. I lost that feeling because I felt as if good stories were not cherished, and coming from that that they were not important, and soon following that that no one had a good story.
I know it's a weird train of logic, but feelings rarely follow normal trains of logic (at least according to my very non-professional opinion). Besides weirder things have happened at Riggs.
Anyway the song of the day is asa Branca By forro in the dark
Believe it or not I lost that feeling when I was at Riggs. Even though everyone around me had a very strange challenging life. I lost that feeling because I felt as if good stories were not cherished, and coming from that that they were not important, and soon following that that no one had a good story.
I know it's a weird train of logic, but feelings rarely follow normal trains of logic (at least according to my very non-professional opinion). Besides weirder things have happened at Riggs.
Anyway the song of the day is asa Branca By forro in the dark
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
WE MADE IT BABY! YEAAAAHHHHH, BABY YEAHHH!
Well the elements were against us, the GPS was against us, the airport was against us, even the lady nice lady at the Avis rent a car was unknowingly against us. However despite all of these troubles, we have arrived in Colorado Springs, Colorado.
We woke up expecting the skies to be clear, after all, that's what the weatherman had promised us. Yet once we got to the window we noticed that snow was falling from the sky, and so we deduced that it was still snowing.
"I do say, this will put a damper on our plans for aeronautical travel." Claimed my father.
"Quite!" exclaimed Deb.
After leaving late we got on the road and began to drive towards are destination. The journey was rough and perhaps made for one with thicker skin than myself. I tried to stay awake and comfort the weaker members of the journey, however I eventually fell asleep.
I awoke to my companions in a titter.
"Deborah, this is indeed a foreign, upside-down, topsy turvry land! Perhaps our Geographonational Positioning System has led us astray?" propositioned my father.
"I have handled this system myself good sir, and would be quick to startle if I have input this information incorrectly." Retorted Deb.
As it turns out We did put in the wrong airport coordinates, and were headed in the completely wrong direction.
"Egad!" produced my father.
Well we finally got the the airport, boarded the plane, and flew to our halfway destination: Atlanta. Yet, we were stalled. Forced to traffic on the airport runway for a good 20 min as they found a station for us.
"The shock would be visible on my face, if I saw our travel luggage arrive at our later destination. The zeppelin service would be much more reliable." Railed my father.
Well we did get to Colorado, despite the close call with our flight transfer, and against all of my dad's expectations our luggage arrived too.
We had one last trial to overcome. While renting our car, we asked the renting lady which way it was to get to downtown Colorado Springs. She gave us directions that led us in the opposite direction.
However, We finally arrived at our hotel, and now I am tired and want to sleep so tomorrow will come.
Song of the day is Big rock candy mountain.
We woke up expecting the skies to be clear, after all, that's what the weatherman had promised us. Yet once we got to the window we noticed that snow was falling from the sky, and so we deduced that it was still snowing.
"I do say, this will put a damper on our plans for aeronautical travel." Claimed my father.
"Quite!" exclaimed Deb.
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| My Dad |
After leaving late we got on the road and began to drive towards are destination. The journey was rough and perhaps made for one with thicker skin than myself. I tried to stay awake and comfort the weaker members of the journey, however I eventually fell asleep.
I awoke to my companions in a titter.
"Deborah, this is indeed a foreign, upside-down, topsy turvry land! Perhaps our Geographonational Positioning System has led us astray?" propositioned my father.
"I have handled this system myself good sir, and would be quick to startle if I have input this information incorrectly." Retorted Deb.
As it turns out We did put in the wrong airport coordinates, and were headed in the completely wrong direction.
"Egad!" produced my father.
Well we finally got the the airport, boarded the plane, and flew to our halfway destination: Atlanta. Yet, we were stalled. Forced to traffic on the airport runway for a good 20 min as they found a station for us.
"The shock would be visible on my face, if I saw our travel luggage arrive at our later destination. The zeppelin service would be much more reliable." Railed my father.
Well we did get to Colorado, despite the close call with our flight transfer, and against all of my dad's expectations our luggage arrived too.
We had one last trial to overcome. While renting our car, we asked the renting lady which way it was to get to downtown Colorado Springs. She gave us directions that led us in the opposite direction.
However, We finally arrived at our hotel, and now I am tired and want to sleep so tomorrow will come.
Song of the day is Big rock candy mountain.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Twenty First Century Blues!
Hey blig blag world! I just wanted to check up with you and let you guys know that when I get back to college I am going to host a radio show, and even link it up with this blog. Not only will you be able to read about my boring life, you can listen to me bleat about it as well.
I'm starting to realize that I will defiantly miss Massachusetts (first time spelling it right on the first try by the way). Not just the place, but also the people. I realized this when I was rock climbing at Bard College at Simon's Rock. I was rock climbing with the guy named Guy, and listening to the song 20th Century Blues, on the Bioshock soundtrack.
It wasn't the song that made me realize that this place would be missed, rather it was the fact that Guy reflected the type of person here very well: relaxed with reserved intensity. Now that statement is about as specific as a horoscope, however let me explain by assuming a lot about someone due to a short encounter I had with them.
Guy is a laid back dude. He is the kind of man who would rarely raise his voice, not only that he doesn't like it when other people raise their voices either. He probably doesn't like to get angry, and doesn't like it when other people get angry. Basically he will avoid making a big deal out of everything, even if he has to make a big deal out of that.
Look at me ranting about nothing again... I should stop... I can't wait to get out of here.
If you were wondering the radio station is called the SOCC (Sound Of Colorado College) just google it if you are interested in finding it now, or wait for me to link directly to it in a later post.
Song of the day is 20th century blues.
Moral: if Evan has nothing to write about, be prepared, he will find something... anything
I'm starting to realize that I will defiantly miss Massachusetts (first time spelling it right on the first try by the way). Not just the place, but also the people. I realized this when I was rock climbing at Bard College at Simon's Rock. I was rock climbing with the guy named Guy, and listening to the song 20th Century Blues, on the Bioshock soundtrack.
It wasn't the song that made me realize that this place would be missed, rather it was the fact that Guy reflected the type of person here very well: relaxed with reserved intensity. Now that statement is about as specific as a horoscope, however let me explain by assuming a lot about someone due to a short encounter I had with them.
Guy is a laid back dude. He is the kind of man who would rarely raise his voice, not only that he doesn't like it when other people raise their voices either. He probably doesn't like to get angry, and doesn't like it when other people get angry. Basically he will avoid making a big deal out of everything, even if he has to make a big deal out of that.
Look at me ranting about nothing again... I should stop... I can't wait to get out of here.
If you were wondering the radio station is called the SOCC (Sound Of Colorado College) just google it if you are interested in finding it now, or wait for me to link directly to it in a later post.
Song of the day is 20th century blues.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I'm Like Jesus but I Actually Came a Third time.
Boom, just when you thought you finally got rid of me, I come out of the woodwork and ruin your day by posting.
So I totally have a date when I am going back to Colorado: the 19th. I started to try and get in touch with people from there again communication was choppy at best due to my dad's steam powered internet router. Anyway I am beyond excited and can't keep still for more than five minutes at a time. This must be what the manic people at Riggs felt like. Except I can still manage to play video games for a good long while.
I'm so excited I need 1000 words to explain how I feel, but simply listing words doesn't make for good blogging. So here is a picture which i hear are worth about that many words.
I CAN'T CONTROL THE VOLUME OF MY VOICE.
VIDEO!!!!!!
MUSIC!!!!!!!
MORAL: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
So I totally have a date when I am going back to Colorado: the 19th. I started to try and get in touch with people from there again communication was choppy at best due to my dad's steam powered internet router. Anyway I am beyond excited and can't keep still for more than five minutes at a time. This must be what the manic people at Riggs felt like. Except I can still manage to play video games for a good long while.
I'm so excited I need 1000 words to explain how I feel, but simply listing words doesn't make for good blogging. So here is a picture which i hear are worth about that many words.
I CAN'T CONTROL THE VOLUME OF MY VOICE.
VIDEO!!!!!!
MUSIC!!!!!!!
MORAL: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
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