The Obsession Continues...

I'm hooked on soup - what is the soup of the moment, you ask? Two words my friends...two words: Butternut Squash. I've been making it from scratch (you just steam the squash, puree with stock, create a rou, add milk and mix in the puree) and it's daym tasty.

So this weekend was kinda nuts, I went out with the Voice staff on Friday night. It was supposed to be the executive staff but Ryan was super late in getting off work, and Erin wanted to come too. Basically it ended up just being a party night. So we sat around waiting for Ryan, but eventually got impatient and decided to go to a party out on 19th and Agate. Just as we hit Hilyard (which is like 20 paces from my studio) we see Sarah (who is a Voice staffer from last year). We stop off at this random Halloween party because the people usher us in, and then Ryan calls - he wants to know where we are. By this point we're moving towards the intended party but all we tell Ryan is "we're heading Eastbound on 18th" and miraculously he finds us. We turn a corner and he scares the shit out of us, just pops up and it like "Whatsup!" The party is fun, I have no booze but people are generous in Eugene and sympathetic to the cause of broke students so somehow I mooch two manhattans, a few beers (nice, like fat tire, not cheap like PBR), and Bethany decides to give me multiple swigs from her HUGE jug of red wine.

The Party poops out, Jen raids the pantry and steals a tin of sardines (which she keeps calling anchovies) and we start to walk home stopping only to draw lewd pictures on people's frosted windshields. Jen decides to go to a later party and I decide to go with Sarah to her friend's house way the hell out near the fairgrounds and as it turns out, they are just obnoxious (i'm sure the feeling was mutual) and that comes back to bite me in the ass on Sat. night when i see them at an 80's party.

I Should Mention...

Musician, Elliot Smith commited suicide today. I am not surprised (we are talking about Elliot Smith, here) but I am saddened. Who knows what music he would have created, he was a talented guy and though I not a hardcore fan I think he deserves a mention for his creativty and artistic integrity.

This has gone waaaay to far

I just saw a commercial for a Shick "Quatrro" razor with 4 blades, I don't usually comment on commercials (usually they're dull) but this one is so dumb it warranted a mocking:

Announcer: Four blades?! Where does it stop!

Image of Announcer on a Big Screen Behind the Actual Announcer: Here!

(announcer looks surprised to see himself talking to himself, but not too surprised because he's a bad actor)

world ends

Oh and BTW, Schick razors are miserable and give you cuts so one more blade just = more cuts.

In Between Life

So, I'm in between my Econ class (see blow for approriate rant) and Astronomy (which I likme because it's so easy i don't take notes, but just sit there surfing on the wireless network) and I have finally had a moment to myself for the first time in a long time. I read everyone's blog and wrote a little fiction for my creative writng course and now I am feeling deep contemplative.

I've been feeling old recently, and it's not just because all these freshmen just showed up, I think somehow I've broken through that wall where you stop being a kid and start becoming your parents. Conversations I've had recently just have this somber tone that they never had and as I read Jasmine's entry about doing all things "adult" I realized with growing horror that she is right. There is nothing I love more then listening to NPR on saturday morning and making coffee, I clean my toilet bowl not because it's breeding some alien being - but because it seems about time to do it, and if you had stopped into my studio this past week you would have found me baking bread from scratch. It's a bizzare phnomenon.

Murdering William

I needed to see Kill Bill tonight, and my desire was not to be tempted so I called Jo and we went over to Gateway Theater in ghetto Springfield for the 8:30 show. I have to say, Jo is way more devious then I would have guessed, I was going to suggest to her that she should use her old student ID to get a discount (she graduated in Aug officially) but she had beat me to the punch (our IDs dont have an expiration date and they obviously dont reposess them when you graduate.

The movie - was brilliant, gory and bloody beyond belief, but it was pure unadulterated Tarantino fun. I'm reviewing it for the Emerald for Friday so look for a link coming soon.

WELCOME TO EUGENE:

It's raining today in Eugene - I saw it coming - the weather has been building to this all week. I can't help but laugh because today we have street fair and like clockwork the heavens opened up and poured on it.

So I have been incredibly busy the last few days: Monday was Yom Kippur and I have to say it started out like shit but ended up being a really good day. Basically, the Hillel asked this guy, who shall remain nameless, who is not a rabbi - just an well educated Jew to do the services. I was miserable, this guy did the most awful boring grueling chants ever, and he took forever (keep in mind I grew up going to a temple where these services took 4.5 hours, and it was still unbearable). Dahvi was with me and also this frosh girl Leah, who we met at Rosh Hashanna services. Then we found out that break the fast was going to be at Track Town pizza which is the worst pizza in town, Dahvi and Leah (myself as well) we completely pissed and decided to go get bagels and schmear like good Jews before the Voice meeting.

Our first meeting went pretty well, I'd like to see more older people since that's what Ryan had wanted, but I think our newest issue is going to be killer. Dahvi picked up an article on the importance of hip hop culture in the 90's and Leah (who was completely enthusiastic) got a feature about the emergence of Gay culture in the 90's. I'm doing something on the dot-com explosion, but what exactly, I don't know.

Yesterday and today have been nightmares of time, I have been seriously crunched by this deadline for my Womb Dialectic article and although Aaron has be completely a great editor, my sources have been very uncooperative. I can tell you right now - this term is going to be hell.

THE RETURN

Sorry kids, I been busy. I know there are people out there who think that blogging is of utmost importance and let's get one thing straight - THESE PEOPLE ARE FOOLS. I have a real life and a job and work to do for the Voice and the Emerald, and oh yeah, school.

Now getting down to the nitty gritty.... I have some topics I want to discuss....

Freshmen - alright WTF is up with you fools! I know was once a spritely young frosh (two years ago to be exact) but it really didnt occur to me just how obnoxious these kids are until this year. I think this is because last year I lived on the other side of the river (this year I am a block and a half from campus and right outside Riotville) and I didn't have to deal with inexperienced Freshmen binge drinking and puking all over my sidewalks.

Also, learn how to read a god damned map. I know college is a big scary place but you can read a map - I know you can - and realize that the Law Library is not next to Allen Hall... it's on the other side of campus.

The Ducks - They suck...but only after rocking Michigan's ass...so...err. Whatever, get it together or I quit.

Economics - I'm taking my first term of economics, a class required by the Journalism school, and I am utterly miserable. It is the most wretched subject on the face of the earth and economists should be burned as witches. The biggest joke of all is the fact that approx 35% of that class is journalism majors (by rough estimate) and the two subjects just don't mix - AT ALL. Journalism is all about ethics, idealism, and thinking outside the box - by contrast - Econ is all about thinking inside the box, and as my professor gracefully put it "Ethics and Economics are mutually exclusive."

-sigh-