and so it is… [another place to catch my word drippings]

and what a lovely idea. i cannot think of anything i love more than writing to complete strangers. if you do happen to know me in real life that’s ok too, i am willing to pretend if you are. i need this place to muse and vent and maybe figure a few things out. if you aren’t interested i understand, if you are, keep reading.

A Message I Sent to the Univeristy of Northern Iowa

I am disappointed in my school and their decision to charge students a $100 surcharge when the nearest community college has found a way around a similar fee at their institution. This surcharge comes with additional increases in fees and tuition totaling over 6% for 2010-11!

“As a senior and a student employee (for most of my time at school) I have to ask you to not make us pay a surcharge. I read in the paper today that HCC students wouldn’t be charged a fee for their spring semester and they are suffering with the same cuts that we are. I have been following our school in the paper and am ashamed that students with sports scholarships are protected with a 2 million dollar donation to “preserve” only certain non-academic activities on a university campus when whole programs could get the axe. Shame on you for going ahead with all (even unnecessary) planned building projects plus the demolition of Baker hall (coincidentally the building my department is in.) I am under the burden of classes (which could be two weeks sorter with longer meeting times next semester) that are going to cost me more even when my bills are skyrocketing, the student loan companies are breathing down my neck and as a valued university employee I didn’t get my promised raise. I make a whopping 7.45 an hour, thirty cents less than I was making in food service. I understand that everyone is having difficulties but my point is that UNI should be a place for education, an environment where students can learn and work and not have to worry about footing the bill when departments and individuals insist on using more than their fair share. I just ask that my school do the right thing, before I am forced to leave it. I can not afford and REFUSE to pay for an education that has for the most part NOT BEEN WORTH THE MONEY OR EFFORT!”

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i finally saw jack white

the dead weather show was amazing! better than i could have imagined! we were so close to the stage and it was a small-ish venue. the colorado trip was really fun (a bit stressful) and even though i didn’t see woody creek (or write in my freshly purchased journals) i have some great stories and memories and PICTURES! i will be sure to post them here and detail my trip once i get a chance to update from home. i feel this post is growing dull, why ever would anyone ever come here just to read what i’ve done… as if i live an interesting life… well at least for the moment i have some of you  fooled

we did come home to our house trashed by two irresponcible teenagers (who are in the process of moving out of our house) but let’s not gratify them otherwise than to say that i may have been wrong for my too-quickly offered apology as neither of them seem worth their weight in beans at the moment…)

and we’re not talking magic beans! all in all i dyed my hair, we made tye dye t-shirts, we saw the dead weather, we went to casa bonita, we camped in between two beautiful mountains and for all the worry and wear are soon to be rid of a few pests living in our attic… other than that it has been a crazy summer what with all the storms and stuff… teachers used to forbid us to end a sentance with “stuff” but here… in the real world (or at least a crappy little blog that no one cares about stuff is perfectly understandable and it means a lot)

 

btw in case you were wondering… yes jack white was amazing and i can die happy now… sort of…

color-in-dreams

pomegranate thoughts drip from

my mouth to the ears of a provolone-ly

moon-faced man with gaping

wisdom-tooth-sized-cavities

(with roots deep in impracticalities)

like the inevitable nature of  sleep,

and dreams. my pillow sours, a flushed

cheek turns cool wondering at the thing

(the monster lurking near the drinking

glass) a tinge of a dream that singed a lash

as it fluttered fully open…

the mystery of the missing brian hall

i slid in the mud–voices on t.v. floated out the window, my owww

an unnoticed howel to the hungry hangnail-moon.

AIM yrs l8ter: OMG WTF EVER HAPPENED 2 BRIAN HALL?

but that night broken glass was embedded in my foot. a long deep cut,

bloody foot gushing on wet blades of grass…he chased me

around the house in circles, we rode out bikes with0ut touching handlebars.

we picked up broken window-shield glass, pretending the shards were priceless diamonds.

we pulled hairs from giant green men, single strands at a time or in chunks connected to roots

and dirt. once i broke a branch off a tiny tree his dad had just planted, i grabbed it

and put my full 60lbs into a swing, landing hand in hand with wrinkled leaf and bending limb.

The White Stripes – Apple Blossom Time (Live)

there is no one sexier than jack white. i just thought i would share this and give you an idea why the white stripes have been my favorite band since i was like 15 years old and i saw the dead leaves video on late night mtv and watched the stripes on conan when he was still ON late night. growing up is hard to do but at least i’ve had idols like jack, kurt and hunter. i am in good literary hands for all three of these men are literary geniuses and we all know how i feel about the way jack and kurt can play a guitar. each of them represent the most important things in my life so far: honesty, beauty, and poetry. i want to share my favorite moments from my heroes and idols so that the world will not overlook or forget them and their contributions to me and generations of dreamers and artists and writers and ever silent observers. i hope everyone enjoys the new blog i will be tackling (a list-blog but one that will be full of the most interesting things i can think to write about, i hope you will join me there, oh my brothers) your humble narrator will make it all better and show you what real music can do to the gulliver once left to sodding warp in the like sticky mess of mind-goo. go forth and prosper and perspire oh my little sissies and brothers because tomorrow we might be knocking down the door and busting out of these chests, shit we might be buried up to our necks or worse. we might not get a chance to say goodbye, god knows it’s happened before, so let’s pretend for now that goodbye is now so we won’t miss the chance later after life has handed us its last tart lemon…

musings:laundry

is it called that because you used to have to hang your laundry over your “lawn” to dry? is this yet another example of the power of folk-etymology on the transformation of slang into language or simply a happy accident? you be the judge (or i could look up the origins of the word) hmm good call,go ahead and let me know what you discover, i’ve already looked it up for myself and i believe the ability to look something up for oneself is an honorable and helpful attribute. you will all thank me in the morning… or something like that!

i think my explaination is  fun i think i should bring you more word origins soon, they are fun!

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this is your friendly neighborhood youtuber and like all things my affections can be purchased with your loyal viewing of my horrifyingly lame poetry and attempt at art-house productions and college films (at best) but come on down and tell ‘em blasted goat sent ya… i think it is only fair of me to warn you that by viewing this video you are in effect selling your soul to the devil by which i mean me and by your soul i mean the 19 seconds i stole from you in order for me to get my point across. i mean you better watch out, someday life as we know it, the internet as we know it will no longer be the same. please think about each and every caption and ad you allow to overshadow our creative endeavors and ask yourself if the ads are worth it? why do we spend more money on advertising than on solving diseases or building things that are useful? i for one am sick of living in a world that is conjested with commericals, exhausted with e-mail spam, and overloaded with consumerism at its worst. we have a devalued dollar, a country that is falling apart from the inside out and we have nothing better to do than talk about fucking jon and kate plus 8, brittney spears’ vagina, or a creepy 50-year-old that liked to touch little boys. MICHAEL JACKSON IS NOT DEAD, HE IS JUST PLANNING ONE HELL OF A ZOMBIE COMEBACK TOUR!!

last day of june

it is beautiful outside, especially for an iowa summer. we are just breaking into july which means fireworks

i hope nobody blows their hands off but you can never be sure… i am drinking (slightly) if you call two beers (one shotgunned) and a strawberry margarita slightly drinking… i have never been a heavy drinker but i feel i better prepare myself… sparks might fly tonight.

not from me of course but we are hanging out with andy’s ex nikki tonight and we just so happen to live with andy and his new gf so i have no idea how this is going to work out. he was sent to the store with change to get more booze.

if that isn’t the answer… we surely be fucked, sucked or on a trip for biscuits or some such nonsense.

i rarely drink and type… i wouldn’t call this writing exactly… i suppose it is letters arranged in sentances, still it seems so insignificant but so does everything these days… everything so meaningless where i used to dream up meanings in everything.

still i hope the summer will be fun… we’ll see…

closing time… aka mandy’s sanity unravels!

your attention please it is almost time to close, please pack the fuck up and get the fuck out!

i have been sitting here 8 hours (omg) can’t believe it… my seat has fallen asleep…

anyway, i just wanted to let you all know how boring it is working in a library… during the summer : /

maybe i can see the sun over the 4th of july–happy birthday AMERICA (not the band) about time you started acting a little more mature,

all these celebs are dropping like flies and mandy keeps writing silly-willy-itty-bitty-little-blogs (on the side) FOR SHAME.

you keep coming back for her charms (you’re so lucky) she will apologize now for stupid things she might type any second…

oh, and all the silly things she thought before