I'm Back. Uh, again. Yeah.

Hello again.  Sorry about the wrong address again.  Not sure whether to think I was right that no one would save the address and thus I should email it to everyone each time, or whether I've just created dependencies because everyone knows I'll email the address so they don't save it.  Whatever.

I promised entries right away.  Oops.  Can't figure out when time flies faster- being busy with school or busy with life.  Either.  This weekend marks two of three in a row in South Bend.  Busy, but it'll be fun.  But I'll get to current things later I suppose.   Still wrapping up the past eh...

But first more of the present.  I've been listening this past week to music I spent a day and a half of my week off, which was two weeks ago now, downloading music.  Yeah, I stole most of it.  I know, I'm going to hell.  I bought some, and I'll still buy full real albums if they're worth buying.  But to me that means never wanting to hit Next Track.  And that doesn't happen too often.  Coldplay's last album I *did* buy, then sold it a week later cause it disappointed me.  I'm opinionated and serious about my music, at times I think I should be a music journalist, or something.  Or something.  My point though was that I downloaded 250 songs, and after giving most of em a listen at least once, and deleting quite a few, now comes the time where I really get to start enjoying the good ones.  Really get obsessed with em, like listen to a song 30 times in a week or so.  Those songs you grin from ear to ear the first time you hear the first ten seconds of it, and as soon as its over you restart it- kinda like my brother Nathan and Disney movies.  Or Thumbelina.  Yeah he was doing that up until last year too!  Okay that's not true.  He was like a toddler.

But ANYWAY.  It makes me want to create my own music.  Badly.  The feeling ebbs and flows, and at times I think I don't even care if no one else heard it, and at times I think I wanna be Bono (which is most of the time) and at times I think I should forget it altogether and grow up and give up on any music blah-blah or radio ga ga.  I guess the opinion about music is sorta like this blog- write it for my own enjoyment, write it to entertain the masses, or shut up and sign off cause no one cares about my idle prattle.

At Last!!!

"I Am Free"- Newsboys

"Freedom"- David Gray

"Freedom"- George Michael

"Free Fallin"- Tom Petty

"Freetime"- Kenna

Hello from beyond the grave.  Or else, finals.  This is my latest playlist.  I'm done with finals.  Freed of the bondage that is school.  With my newfound abundance of time last past week, unable to curb my reckless drive to do as much as possible with every minute of the day, I did some stuff last week that I've been putting off:

-Learned 6 languages

-Achieved Omnipresent Supergalactic Oneness

-Swam the English Channel

-Got a tattoo of the Battle of Little Big Horn

-Wrote and recorded my debut solo album

-Delivered a set of sextuplets on the slopes of Everest

-Designed and built my new house

-Narrowly lost the Tour de France (but punched Lance in the face)

-Drank my weight in vintage Napoleon-era brandy

So we'll see what I can get done this weekend as well.  I think my last entry was right before life started sucking big time.  I had to build a final laser-cut model for Design Studio, which bears the sweat blood and tears of Tiffany and Chris as well.  Here's some photos:

This concludes part one of this blog because its gonna take a long time to catch you up.  I will say that I'm going home for Memorial Day weekend to play in the Trinity High School Varsity-Alumni Game- the last year I'll hafta play AGAINST Nathan...I'll shove my cousin Nick around some to keep him honest though.  Hoping to also see Iron Man and Speed Racer this weekend, and next weekend it'll be Indiana Jones and Narnia.  South Bend is so much cheaper.  

I also have an internship I started this week.  Score!!  Making more than I ever have, computer drafting construction documents all day.  Not bad.

Oh, hi there.

Once again, I plug myself.  Check out my old other blog, which is basically a series of faceless postings ranting about pondering hating on or confused about various subjects and things.

http://csergio.blogspot.com/

Also, from that blog, as I was reading back, is something ASTOUNDING.  

http://www.snopes.com/photos/animals/uglydog.asp

That blog I mention usually goes something like this, which was again on my mind recently.  Noses.  Consider them for a second.  They suck.  I mean, the best most people can hope for is to NOT have an UGLY nose.  Its not like having beautiful red or blond or curly hair.  Sure, some people have cute noses, but basically most people either have a not ugly nose, or an ugly nose.  I personally think I support nose jobs more so than most plastic surgery simply because so many otherwise attractive people get screwed by having a monstrous or bulbous or crooked or something else schnoz.  I personally toe the line between a prominently Italian nose and just massively dago.  I mean, I feel bad for some people.  Really.

Also, what is the love affair in the creative/art world with wearing black?  Architects/aspiring architects (yeah see lots of those), artists, musicians, theater people, you name it.  I mean every concert you go to, the band has their tour shirt selling in black.  Sure black is a common popular easy to match color, but I mean we're talking black pants black shirt and thick black glasses kinda black here.  What's the flippin deal?  I'm tired of it.  As we like to say about all the alternative/emo/punk kids in Bucktown here in Chicago, you're not so different and rebellious and alternative when every other tool up and down the street on Friday night looks exactly the same as you.  Good quotes I have on Facebook- 

"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect."

-Mark Twain

"The most radical revolutionary will become a conservative the day after the revolution."
-Hannah Arendt

I mean REALLY, do you REALLY feel that individual and artsy and expressive when you look just like everyone else who's trying to do the same thing and apparently not noticing that you are too?  That's why I'm not buying into the thick black glasses architect thing.  Its tired.

LAST.  An interesting thing I've noticed in my field so far is the use of the phrases "sort of" and "kind of".  They've become a kind of analogy, except they don't really precede any actual analogy, just a particular explanation of the way something is that needs special attention.  The phrases get used so much that they're basically one word- kindve, sortof.  Its like when trying to convey something to someone.  Sure, everyone uses these phrases, but architects (and I imagine people in all creative fields) use them like high school girls use "like".  Seriously.  "This building expresses a kindve honesty of construction that is sortof Miesian in that it sortof feigns expressive materiality but actually is kindve hiding the truth behind a sortof mask."  I just made that up but you get the point.

Look Who Else Is Famous

So we went to this cool thing down south of school, where there's like 30 (30!  I figured it would be like 3!) art galleries that have openings once a month.  You get a little map if you want, but basically just walk down one street going in and out in and out.  Lots of little galleries, some big ones, the key of course being that most of them have wine/cheapcheapdisgustingPabstBlueRibbon and also some little munchies/food/chocolate/a bowl of Runts that had amazing tasting Mango Runts (who knew THOSE existed?)/a heaping pile of cheesecake bar squares and cookie bar squares.  In conclusion, SCORE.  

So (are you still with me?- art galleries...) Tiffany came down after work on Friday and met up with me and some archie friends who go to these things every month (for the art of course).  It was fun, grotesque, weird, stupid, cool, ugly, sweet, confusing, disturbing, bizarre, and the other adjectives in between.  But fun.  And one place was taking pictures and posting them online days later for people, for fun.  Hence:

Oops well I guess at least the photographer was professional...

Here's my friends too:

Randi (Alex's roommate), Alex, Jessica, and Kat as the bottom of the uh, four-person, um...pyramid?...thing.

Papa's Famous

Oooooh, check it out, a little something in South Bend to commemorate Papa's service:

Guess who else is famous?  Oh wait he was already anyway.

I Covet

If anyone is in the mood for buying me gifts cause I'm awesome, I desire this book intensely (its clickable):

Modern House Three

*sniff*

Worthless Desserts

I have a huge sweet tooth.  I love desserts.  I love sweet things.  Most things can't BE too sugary for me.  These desserts are a terrible excuse for desserts and waste my time and my stomach space and ruin my happiness.  This is the last for now of my little lists.  Please remind me if you know me well enough to know I forgot something on one of these lists.

-Pecan Sandies.  I hardly consider these even dessert, but they're called cookies.  Its like eating sweetened stale crumbly crutons.  Which is to say, awful.  So dry.  Give me milk!!

-Cake.  *Most* cake.  This might surprise people.  But I tirade about cake all the time.  Homemade cake is good and all, its just not great.  And grocery-store sheet cake is, once again, a terrible excuse for a dessert.  The frosting is disgusting-sweet and the cake is dry.  Rum cake, ice cream cake, pudding cake, anything with a nice layer of something squishy in between or frosting that isn't just sugar, is what cake should be.

-Circus Peanuts!  Thanks Chris for reminding me.  Cause YOU like them.  Sick.  They taste gross.  Like stale vomit-flavored marshmallows.  Are you serious people eat these on purpose?  Purge.

-Ice Box Cookies.  The only ostensible "cookie" worse than a Pecan Sandie.  Sandy?  Whatever.  They're dry-er and harder and nastier.  Ice Box Cookies only DON'T taste terrible because they're covered in powdered sugar.  I refer to my entry on Lima Beans for this one.  

-Peanut Butter Kiss cookies.  Y'know, the little peanut butter cookies with a Hershey's Kiss in the middle.  Do they taste bad?  No.  But here's the thing.  You might as well hand me a peanut butter cookie, and a Hershey's Kiss.  The only nice thing about the cookies is the kiss is pre-unwrapped.  But its impossible to enjoy the kiss WITH the cookie, because it comes off the cookie all at once, or at most in two bites.  So you get peanut butter cookie bite, two halves of Hershey's Kiss, peanut butter cookie bite.  Its just too much trouble.

-All those candy bars you only know cause you see em at the grocery store.  Who EATS those things?  Why do they still make them?  I mean Baby Ruth isn't even BAD, but who BUYS THEM???  Bar None, Pay Day, 100 Grand, Skor, Skor, SKOR, SKOR?!?  Zagnut, Oh Henry, Clark Bar, the list goes on.

That's all I got for right now.  There's gotta be more, I just can't remember.

Foods I Hate

This is a fun little list.  Its short though.  It comes down to a few:

-Pickled Beets.  Disgusting.  I don't CARE if they have lots of iron!  They look like they're soaked in animal blood, and they smell like it too.

-Water Chestnuts.  Nose-crinkling nasty waxy crunch to them and little to no flavor.  They make my shiver when I bite them.

-Cake- for NEVER being as good as it looks.  What a disappointment.  Hate isn't the right word, its more of a resentment I suppose.

-Lima Beans.  If I wanted to eat a little sac full of sand...guess what...I'd eat...SAND.  Yeah.  Okay, so they taste good with lots of butter and salt.  Well I'm sure anything tastes decent if you put enough sugar/lard product/sodium/something else unhealthy on it.

See I told you, the list is short.  I like food.  But some foods just suck.  

Word Appreciation

So my cousin Laura likes my use of the word "glorious".  It inspired me to make a little list of my favorite underused words.  So here goes, in no particular order.  I especially/mostly enjoy superlatives for describing things.

-glorious (obviously this must be first- also a Remy Zero song)

-magical (for similar usage)

-resplendent (another similar word, just something no one says)

-ginormous (don't care if its made up, but it'll be overused in a couple years)

-flippin (cmon, Napoleon Dynamite!  Mormons are silly)

-reDICulous (also reeDICKulous, or reeDIC for short)

-preposterous

-silly (start calling things and people silly- it makes you FEEL silly)

-splendid/splendiforous

-lame sauce (Zach Sergio's personal favorite, and oh yes I heard it in a TV show the other day)

-cornhole (its just a game with beanbags we play, what were YOU thinking?)

-yourmom (insert into any sentence for instant humor)

um there's more im forgetting.