Lately I’ve been having fun watching the Olympics–which I probably would not be watching if it weren’t for my brother, but whatever. I really like watching our men’s beach volleyball team, Rogers and Dalhausser, in part because they’re a strong team whose styles complement each other well, but largely because of their visual presence. Rogers almost always wears sunglasses and has a goatee. He’s got this solid athlete build, not really stocky, but he certainly looks kinda stocky next to Dalhausser, who is this 6′9″ lanky guy with a shaved head. Dalhausser plays close to the net, spikes hard, and blocks like he’s working for Lego.
So visually, you’ve got the tall stocky guy with the beard, and the very tall lanky guy with the shaved head. They almost look like the stars of a comic series or something: The Adventures of Rogers and Dalhausser.
So I’m failing at getting myself to write, and I failed at writing a book review (though I still intend to maybe get to that), but I thought I might try a song review kinda thing, hopefully once every day or so, or every day I do it, anyway.
Today’s song: Prayer to God, by Shellac, a powerful, personal song of hate, anger, and jealousy. You can listen to it on Youtube below. Strangely, this clip is just the song, with no real video component. But I think that’s better if I just want to you listen to the song, damnit.
I was just wondering in a millennial kind of way: could you make a parody of a parody? And not make it also a parody of the original? I’m thinking the Onion would be a good target for this.
I’ll add it to the list of things I should be writing.
So two sports reporters went to the Olympics and decided to bridge the cultural gap by dining at a restaurant that specializes in serving animal penis. It’s… something else. The best part I think is the fact that they stop halfway through because… well, you’ll see.
Later edit: fixed the link, and also: I often include at least one tag in my posts that is random. In this case, I thought “emphysema” was random, as it was the first word that came to mind, but now I think that perhaps my brain was thinking about the Beijing pollution. Quit being smarter than me, brain.
I’m going to Onondaga Community College in the fall, hopefully with more luck than the last time I tried to graduate from college. At least this time I have a goal (be a teacher) and a shorter degree (two years, or maybe even less if anything from the last attempt counts towards this degree.)
And that’s the news. On next: When Bloggers Neglect to Attack!
I know I have to go to work in twenty minutes. I know that after work, it will be 1 or 2 in the morning and my day will be over. I know that the end of my day is coming, and I know that before my day dies, it will suffer.
So I was desperate enough for a paycheck from any job whatsoever that I turned to the local Burger King. It turns out that not only do Burger King jobs suck even more than I thought, but I actually suck at Burger King jobs. We’re a perfect fucking match, all for the low low price of $7.15 an hour. It doesn’t help that I never learned to mop properly.
Spurred by this development, I have turned to the temp agency route in an attempt to get any job that doesn’t make me want to shower four times in 28 hours, as I did yesterday. Today, I went to two temp agencies, one of which offered me a job that I now realize I can’t get to, and the other of which turned out to be a crack den.
I registered for my first sememster of classes in Library and Information Science today. I told Ari what they were and he said “those are the most boring sounding classes I’ve ever heard of.” Here they are, for your reading pleasure.
IST 511 Introduction to the Library and Information Profession
IST 601 Information and Information Environments
IST 605 Reference and Information Literacy Services
IST 614 Management Principles for Information Professionals
It’s okay though, because I’m going to a school called the iSchool.
