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Scary Implications?
Remember the Times Square bomber? Check this out: Was the US military involved in a domestic law enforcement?
Why I Like Cities (cuz you don't see enough of this weird shit in towns like Northfield)
Artist/ Social Disruptor puts up these signs all around NYC
Can you imagine living during this time? Or in this place?
Camouflage tarps over towns/factories/ airports to prevent them from being bombed
Remember LOL Cats?
I didn't know these people made a whole network of sometimes hilarious, mostly low-culture waste of my time funny pages. But there are tons.
The next step towards Terminator?
First they are making their own discoveries, then their own judgments...
This lady is kidna weird...
It's a little fucked up story about a little chipmunk.
Follow the Money!
Interesting breakdown of corporations' political contributions by party.
I want to go to space...
Possibly the coolest space photo ever in my opinion. Imagine going that fast and riding a spaceship and seeing this.
Over and out.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Four things
Hi fellas. Four things.
1. Renaissance Mark Olson. This Saturday, I awoke to an email addressed to “Renaissance Mark Olson.” I assumed this was the Mark Olson we all know and love, and that he had undergone a transformation from the capricious and diabolical “Scourge of the Midwest” to a more understanding, balanced persona. Soon the haze of sleep cleared, however, and I realized this would be like the eagle deciding not to fly, the salmon deciding not to spawn, or the chupacabra deciding not to eat any more goats. (are there chupacabras on the Guzman ranch?) I took a closer look at the email, and it seems I’ve become a part of the budgetary discussions involving some group paying this guy for his “speaking services.” This is horrendously boring (and I probably should not post the actual email), but I learned two cool things: a PhD speaking about farming can command fees of $100/hour, and only ~10% of that needs to be actual speaking. Nifty. Said Mark, “could this be a look into the future?”
2. Space poop. If you’re like me, you’ve spent a lot of time doing two things: thinking about space and pooping. You’ve also probably wondered how astronauts poop. Wonder no more.
Two beautiful things about this video: The climax in the music when the toilet hole illuminates, and the way they talk about “positional alignment” and “docking.”
3. Blame it on the pop. I like this, and I imagine Senor Nonberg would as well. It’s a mashup of all of the 25 top pop songs (Billboard) from 2009.
4. Specter v Sestak tomorrow. Who should I vote for? The attack ads I’ve been seeing lately are impressive, to say the least.
5. Okay, five things actually. A few weeks ago they had a concert here on our version of the Bald Spot (Hub Lawn). It was free, and the bands were pretty good: Titus Andronicus (maybe you’ve heard “A More Perfect Union”?), State Radio, Fabolous, and, most importantly, Matt and Kim. I may be biased because my only association with their music is happy mornings in Stadium, but they were VERY fun to watch. They may not be the most musically talented performers in the world, but they more than make up for it with their enthusiasm (they’re just so damn happy), catchiness, and the enthusiasm of their (admittedly mostly hipster) fans. Said my coworker, “Watching Kim was… a religious experience.” My favorite part was when she would jump up on top of her drum kit and play the bass drum by stomping on it. If you ever get a chance to see them, you should do it.
1. Renaissance Mark Olson. This Saturday, I awoke to an email addressed to “Renaissance Mark Olson.” I assumed this was the Mark Olson we all know and love, and that he had undergone a transformation from the capricious and diabolical “Scourge of the Midwest” to a more understanding, balanced persona. Soon the haze of sleep cleared, however, and I realized this would be like the eagle deciding not to fly, the salmon deciding not to spawn, or the chupacabra deciding not to eat any more goats. (are there chupacabras on the Guzman ranch?) I took a closer look at the email, and it seems I’ve become a part of the budgetary discussions involving some group paying this guy for his “speaking services.” This is horrendously boring (and I probably should not post the actual email), but I learned two cool things: a PhD speaking about farming can command fees of $100/hour, and only ~10% of that needs to be actual speaking. Nifty. Said Mark, “could this be a look into the future?”
2. Space poop. If you’re like me, you’ve spent a lot of time doing two things: thinking about space and pooping. You’ve also probably wondered how astronauts poop. Wonder no more.
Two beautiful things about this video: The climax in the music when the toilet hole illuminates, and the way they talk about “positional alignment” and “docking.”
3. Blame it on the pop. I like this, and I imagine Senor Nonberg would as well. It’s a mashup of all of the 25 top pop songs (Billboard) from 2009.
4. Specter v Sestak tomorrow. Who should I vote for? The attack ads I’ve been seeing lately are impressive, to say the least.
5. Okay, five things actually. A few weeks ago they had a concert here on our version of the Bald Spot (Hub Lawn). It was free, and the bands were pretty good: Titus Andronicus (maybe you’ve heard “A More Perfect Union”?), State Radio, Fabolous, and, most importantly, Matt and Kim. I may be biased because my only association with their music is happy mornings in Stadium, but they were VERY fun to watch. They may not be the most musically talented performers in the world, but they more than make up for it with their enthusiasm (they’re just so damn happy), catchiness, and the enthusiasm of their (admittedly mostly hipster) fans. Said my coworker, “Watching Kim was… a religious experience.” My favorite part was when she would jump up on top of her drum kit and play the bass drum by stomping on it. If you ever get a chance to see them, you should do it.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Rotblatt 144
It was a blast.
They had fireworks right before giving out the shirts.
My friend Katie designed the shirts.
After a week of crappy rain and weather, it was 75 and sunny all day.
Didn't nap at all, but got quite sunburned.
There was george's vinyard pizza along with the usual bagels, burgers, chips, and dogs.
30 kegs of Northern Lager!
I drunk dialed a lot (some of you guys).
Took three breaks though away from the field. One for tavern breakfast, one for a friend's
radioshow, one for a dip (read: pool party) in cowling.
I stayed till the end.
...It was hands down the best Rotblatt I have been to...
They had fireworks right before giving out the shirts.
My friend Katie designed the shirts.
After a week of crappy rain and weather, it was 75 and sunny all day.
Didn't nap at all, but got quite sunburned.
There was george's vinyard pizza along with the usual bagels, burgers, chips, and dogs.
30 kegs of Northern Lager!
I drunk dialed a lot (some of you guys).
Took three breaks though away from the field. One for tavern breakfast, one for a friend's
radioshow, one for a dip (read: pool party) in cowling.
I stayed till the end.
...It was hands down the best Rotblatt I have been to...
Friday, May 14, 2010
How to get first at MIACs
We've been getting it all wrong. We need to get into liquid mountaineering. I haven't listened to this with audio yet, but it made me exclaim "JESUS!"
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
Saturday, May 8, 2010
The End of Stadium
Gentlemen,
Yesterday at work in the business office, a work order passed through my hands, traversed the mechanisms of the scanner, and went into history, largely unnoticed. This work order was a contract with a construction company. The duties prescribed per the contract:
To remove the countertops in Stadium 110, 201, 202, 203, and 204, to repaint the walls, and to remove the plumbing.
The end is nigh. After an estimated 40 hours of labor, the rooms we knew so well in Stadium will be no more.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
The Carleton and Andy new Regime
Just in case some loose eyes are watching I decided to hide the identities of certain people.
So in case you alumni haven't heard Ode ball got shut down by security last week. It didn't seem like a big deal especially since 2 of the kegs were pretty much tapped and the third was about 3/4 done, which Marco's housemate ended up saving in his fridge for like 2 days afterward. It was actually pretty hilarious because it was evident that security had taken the time to scout out the scene and plan out their raid as if they were a swat team. The security van came in through one side while two security guards on bikes sprinted in through the other side. It was probably the most priceless thing I've seen security do. They even held the kegs for us/confiscated them. They explained that they were only doing their jobs, which is true. Since the new head of Campus Activities started he has been strict about busting any unregistered party. We all figured we would just have to talk to the dean and we would get a slap on the wrist since they took my name and Maco's name down. However typical Ode freshmen girl got way to trashed and ended up going to the hospital at 7:00pm. We were a bit worried for the girl, but figured everything would end up okay. So me and Marco proceeded to continue drinking and destroyed parts of Fieldnorth as the night progressed.
Well it turns out that girl had to talk to the Odaf dean since she went to the hospital. She apparently spilled her guts out and explained the entire operation. The Odaf dean called the Barleton dean who eventually called Da Clarkster (Oh Shit!). Mark eventually received an e-mail from our dean to come in and talk about the situation. After speaking with her Marco decided to contact Da Clarkster and talk to him about the incident. Before this conference happened the new and old captains decided to have our own little summit so that everyone got briefed on what the dean said and to get Marco ready for Da Clarkster. We agreed that the whole incident was just an unfortunate event, and we were all sorry that this was reflected on the swim team name. Marco came back from the meeting however explaining how Da Clarkster seemed like he wanted to make some very drastic changes. According to Marco, Da Clarkster was thinking of prohibiting alcohol use at any of the swim team functions. Marco stood his ground and explained many of the disadvantages to this new policy. This might have made Da Clarkster think but he did make it clear though that if some people were not willing to follow whatever policy he implements then there is no room on the team for that person. Several of us have mentioned how this is going to effect the team if he does not allow us to drink. I think the new captains would like to compromise some but not to much. After all Da Clarkster is the only coach on this campus who is making such a big deal about this issue. According to Marco even the dean said we can have parties but to just register them. What do you guys think should be said to Da Clarkster to try and save many of the traditions that have made every year so special, because many of them are in danger.
I just received an e-mail by the dean here at Barleton a few hours ago to come in and meet with her about the issue. I'm not exactly sure what she is going to ask me but it will be interesting to see how the next few weeks unfold especially with some of the events that are planned for the rest of the term.
So in case you alumni haven't heard Ode ball got shut down by security last week. It didn't seem like a big deal especially since 2 of the kegs were pretty much tapped and the third was about 3/4 done, which Marco's housemate ended up saving in his fridge for like 2 days afterward. It was actually pretty hilarious because it was evident that security had taken the time to scout out the scene and plan out their raid as if they were a swat team. The security van came in through one side while two security guards on bikes sprinted in through the other side. It was probably the most priceless thing I've seen security do. They even held the kegs for us/confiscated them. They explained that they were only doing their jobs, which is true. Since the new head of Campus Activities started he has been strict about busting any unregistered party. We all figured we would just have to talk to the dean and we would get a slap on the wrist since they took my name and Maco's name down. However typical Ode freshmen girl got way to trashed and ended up going to the hospital at 7:00pm. We were a bit worried for the girl, but figured everything would end up okay. So me and Marco proceeded to continue drinking and destroyed parts of Fieldnorth as the night progressed.
Well it turns out that girl had to talk to the Odaf dean since she went to the hospital. She apparently spilled her guts out and explained the entire operation. The Odaf dean called the Barleton dean who eventually called Da Clarkster (Oh Shit!). Mark eventually received an e-mail from our dean to come in and talk about the situation. After speaking with her Marco decided to contact Da Clarkster and talk to him about the incident. Before this conference happened the new and old captains decided to have our own little summit so that everyone got briefed on what the dean said and to get Marco ready for Da Clarkster. We agreed that the whole incident was just an unfortunate event, and we were all sorry that this was reflected on the swim team name. Marco came back from the meeting however explaining how Da Clarkster seemed like he wanted to make some very drastic changes. According to Marco, Da Clarkster was thinking of prohibiting alcohol use at any of the swim team functions. Marco stood his ground and explained many of the disadvantages to this new policy. This might have made Da Clarkster think but he did make it clear though that if some people were not willing to follow whatever policy he implements then there is no room on the team for that person. Several of us have mentioned how this is going to effect the team if he does not allow us to drink. I think the new captains would like to compromise some but not to much. After all Da Clarkster is the only coach on this campus who is making such a big deal about this issue. According to Marco even the dean said we can have parties but to just register them. What do you guys think should be said to Da Clarkster to try and save many of the traditions that have made every year so special, because many of them are in danger.
I just received an e-mail by the dean here at Barleton a few hours ago to come in and meet with her about the issue. I'm not exactly sure what she is going to ask me but it will be interesting to see how the next few weeks unfold especially with some of the events that are planned for the rest of the term.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Los Ochos Rancheros?
I'm overstepping Tim's post because before talking about dates, I wanna bring up something Alfie and I were talking about when we took a run in the Arb yesterday (yay midterm break!):
As much fun as it would be, can we agree that Vegas is out? Let's try Vegas in 5 years when we are all a little more financially secure because, as I told Alfredo yesterday, when I hit up Vegas, I'm gonna wanna go big. And I'm gonna wanna throw some money away, which I don't know if I will have as a college student.
But we were seriously considering the "Mexico Option." Now Alfredo can say more about what it like on the ranch. But I know for sure there are horses. He said activities would be limited, but we could ranchy stuff (read: drunk horse riding). He also said that its about a 2 hour drive to the ocean. Maybe a day trip? The cons are that the plane ticket would be more expensive. I just picture us all dressed up like rancheros, drinking XX and Tequila, all while Tim and Alfredo yell at Nonberg in spanish.
So If I was boiling it down between Mexico and Utah, I would think like this:
The Guzman Ranch
Pros: Free housing, Warmth, Exotic Location, Beach nearby, Horses, intimate setting, small mexican ranch town life?, Mexican FOOD!
Cons: Cost of Ticket, possibly limited activities, maybe not freedom of transportation?, no hot tub
The Nonberg Mountain Hideaway
Pros: Free housing and transportation, Ski opportunities (although like $80 a day, right?),
intimate setting, small ski town life, cook for ourselves, a hot tub, possibility of driving there (road trip?), we can still talk in spanish
Cons: no horses, more expensive once we get there perhaps? the main thing is there is no horses.
Just exploring our options some more.
As much fun as it would be, can we agree that Vegas is out? Let's try Vegas in 5 years when we are all a little more financially secure because, as I told Alfredo yesterday, when I hit up Vegas, I'm gonna wanna go big. And I'm gonna wanna throw some money away, which I don't know if I will have as a college student.
But we were seriously considering the "Mexico Option." Now Alfredo can say more about what it like on the ranch. But I know for sure there are horses. He said activities would be limited, but we could ranchy stuff (read: drunk horse riding). He also said that its about a 2 hour drive to the ocean. Maybe a day trip? The cons are that the plane ticket would be more expensive. I just picture us all dressed up like rancheros, drinking XX and Tequila, all while Tim and Alfredo yell at Nonberg in spanish.
So If I was boiling it down between Mexico and Utah, I would think like this:
The Guzman Ranch
Pros: Free housing, Warmth, Exotic Location, Beach nearby, Horses, intimate setting, small mexican ranch town life?, Mexican FOOD!
Cons: Cost of Ticket, possibly limited activities, maybe not freedom of transportation?, no hot tub
The Nonberg Mountain Hideaway
Pros: Free housing and transportation, Ski opportunities (although like $80 a day, right?),
intimate setting, small ski town life, cook for ourselves, a hot tub, possibility of driving there (road trip?), we can still talk in spanish
Cons: no horses, more expensive once we get there perhaps? the main thing is there is no horses.
Just exploring our options some more.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Not My Chair, Not My Problem....
...That's what Chris Bateman always says. That's right, Bateman likes Drinking Out of Cups. FYI.
If you read this and don't immediately exclaim "I'm in!"...
…then you can mail your Stadium Membership Card to 3707 Grand Ave S, Apt 202, Minneapolis, MN 55409 where it will be promptly destroyed.
Nonberg and I were chatting on Facebook earlier this evening (as we normally do), discussing my new profile picture. Nonberg remarked that it made him nostalgic for our college years. I concurred, explaining that I too missed college, Stadium, and life under the bleachers. And then something miraculous happened – one of us had perhaps the best idea that anyone in Stadium has had thus far. I don’t know whose idea it was, and frankly, I don’t care because it’s so damn good. Read further:
My friends, we’re going to go on a trip. Stadium style! Isn’t this crazy? A trip! We're doing this because we must begin to get together, as one, annually. If we don't, despite Facebook's existence, we will not stay in touch forever. Thus, we start a tradition and then we get to party together and relive our college days every year!
Through minimal discussion, we narrowed our options down to two. In spite of not conferring with any of you prior to this decision, we’re both confident that through a full Stadium discussion we would have all come to the same conclusion. So, we’re avoiding the discussion. Think of it kind of like that time we planned a party on a Tuesday – that was dumb, because we didn’t actually figure anything out. On Thursday, we got back to planning. And the party happened, and would have happened, in any case.
So, the options are:
1) The most populous city in Nevada… the seat of Clark County… The Entertainment Capitol of the World… the home of The Strip… Sin City… the city with the largest number of churches per capita in this beautiful country of ours… the unincorporated communities of Paradise and Winchester… the 28th most populous city in the U.S.,. 36°10′30″N 115°08′11″W… more popularly known as Las Vegas, Nevada.
2) The home of three ski resorts, including two that hosted skiing events at a recent Winter Olympics… a town that straddles the border between Wasatch and Summit counties… the home of the Sundance Film Festival, the U.S. Ski Team, AND the Australian Freestyle Ski Team… according the Forbes Magazine, one of the 20 prettiest towns in the country… 40°39′34″N 111°29′59″W… What town is this, you ask? Park City, Utah.
There are pros and cons to either of these options:
-Were we to travel to Park City, Nonberg has graciously offered us his house and transportation while we were there. This is incredible. If we went to Las Vegas, we would not have such luxuries. We would probably stay in shitty hotels and share beds. We would also probably rent cars if we wanted to get around (or steal a police car)
-Were we to travel to Las Vegas, we would be able to gamble, lose our concept of time, have access to a plethora of hookers, eat at expensive buffets, and watch the Bellagio fountains. However, contrary to popular belief, we would NOT be able to breathe pure oxygen when we gambled. We would also not be able to ski, party intimately in a house, enjoy the small ski town life, or cook for ourselves.
-Park City offers us a more relaxed vacation experience: we would be able to sit leisurely in a hot tub (it fits eight!), sipping brews as the snow fell around us. I would imagine that the nightlife in Park City during the winter is quite fun.
-Las Vegas offers us a more intense vacation experience: we would gamble, drink, and party constantly for an unspecified number of days straight. I have heard that Las Vegas nightlife is decent, as well.
So it comes down to this: relax with the bros, or party non-stop with the bros? Either way, it's a bros only vacation. At closing, the poll to the right will reflect the will of the people. When the people have spoken, our destination will be chosen (assuming feasibility). The next step is deciding whether we actually want to do this, finding a date (March 2011?), etc etc. The idea is that we make this far enough in advance so that we can all afford it, find a date that works, etc. I know this is planning and not typical, but we must do it for success' sake.
Nonberg and I were chatting on Facebook earlier this evening (as we normally do), discussing my new profile picture. Nonberg remarked that it made him nostalgic for our college years. I concurred, explaining that I too missed college, Stadium, and life under the bleachers. And then something miraculous happened – one of us had perhaps the best idea that anyone in Stadium has had thus far. I don’t know whose idea it was, and frankly, I don’t care because it’s so damn good. Read further:
My friends, we’re going to go on a trip. Stadium style! Isn’t this crazy? A trip! We're doing this because we must begin to get together, as one, annually. If we don't, despite Facebook's existence, we will not stay in touch forever. Thus, we start a tradition and then we get to party together and relive our college days every year!
Through minimal discussion, we narrowed our options down to two. In spite of not conferring with any of you prior to this decision, we’re both confident that through a full Stadium discussion we would have all come to the same conclusion. So, we’re avoiding the discussion. Think of it kind of like that time we planned a party on a Tuesday – that was dumb, because we didn’t actually figure anything out. On Thursday, we got back to planning. And the party happened, and would have happened, in any case.
So, the options are:
1) The most populous city in Nevada… the seat of Clark County… The Entertainment Capitol of the World… the home of The Strip… Sin City… the city with the largest number of churches per capita in this beautiful country of ours… the unincorporated communities of Paradise and Winchester… the 28th most populous city in the U.S.,. 36°10′30″N 115°08′11″W… more popularly known as Las Vegas, Nevada.
2) The home of three ski resorts, including two that hosted skiing events at a recent Winter Olympics… a town that straddles the border between Wasatch and Summit counties… the home of the Sundance Film Festival, the U.S. Ski Team, AND the Australian Freestyle Ski Team… according the Forbes Magazine, one of the 20 prettiest towns in the country… 40°39′34″N 111°29′59″W… What town is this, you ask? Park City, Utah.
There are pros and cons to either of these options:
-Were we to travel to Park City, Nonberg has graciously offered us his house and transportation while we were there. This is incredible. If we went to Las Vegas, we would not have such luxuries. We would probably stay in shitty hotels and share beds. We would also probably rent cars if we wanted to get around (or steal a police car)
-Were we to travel to Las Vegas, we would be able to gamble, lose our concept of time, have access to a plethora of hookers, eat at expensive buffets, and watch the Bellagio fountains. However, contrary to popular belief, we would NOT be able to breathe pure oxygen when we gambled. We would also not be able to ski, party intimately in a house, enjoy the small ski town life, or cook for ourselves.
-Park City offers us a more relaxed vacation experience: we would be able to sit leisurely in a hot tub (it fits eight!), sipping brews as the snow fell around us. I would imagine that the nightlife in Park City during the winter is quite fun.
-Las Vegas offers us a more intense vacation experience: we would gamble, drink, and party constantly for an unspecified number of days straight. I have heard that Las Vegas nightlife is decent, as well.
So it comes down to this: relax with the bros, or party non-stop with the bros? Either way, it's a bros only vacation. At closing, the poll to the right will reflect the will of the people. When the people have spoken, our destination will be chosen (assuming feasibility). The next step is deciding whether we actually want to do this, finding a date (March 2011?), etc etc. The idea is that we make this far enough in advance so that we can all afford it, find a date that works, etc. I know this is planning and not typical, but we must do it for success' sake.
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