project 86 ’00

Well, much has happened these past few days. I went to a freakin’ awesome concert, with Leigh, Ben, Dan, Lindsey, and Chad. Playing was Silas, Stavesacre, and Project 86. Definitely one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to. Silas is a local rap-rock band, and they got the entire crowd of 300 sweaty guys (maybe 30 girls) jumping and slamming. They were pretty good. Stavesacre (hard rock) stepped up next with front man Mark Solomon, a master showman. They gave a tight, clean set that had me crushed against the stage from the surging pit. Believe it or not, I actually did get skinnier than I already am. Hard to believe, no? Project 86, another rap-rock band, was next. Insane. Just insane. They have so many good songs, and the singer knows how to get the crowd going. The pit was nuts, and I stayed out of it for the most part. Getting slammed by guys twice my size goes against my survival instincts.

One really cool thing that happened was when my glasses flew off after a bit of head banging to Stavesacre. They launched off backwards into the roiling mosh pit. I thought they were gone for good. I would find the broken bits after the concert was over. However, after about 3 minutes I decided to look anyway, so I ducked under the surface of the pit. I tell you that is the strangest thing. On top, the pit is a totally chaotic swirl, but underneath, it is actually pretty peaceful. So, in a forest of legs I clawed around for my glasses. I found them! And they were unscathed and in pristine condition! That was a miracle in my book. Just thought I’d share.

Yesterday, I spent the day with Marcy skiing at Stevens Pass. It was nice: sunny and only a little chilly. We got there about noon and skied until 6:30. The snow conditions weren’t the greatest, but what do you expect after no new snow for a week and heavy use? Washington does have some weird snow though. A kinda of crusty powder or something. It took some getting used to. I was glad to get out on my skis. I did a lot of moguls and mainly just cruised around with Marcy. I think I got my form perfected. Hahahaha, yeah sure. One thing to note it that they have a halfpipe and man-made jumps. That is a definite plus even though the snow was too hard to really use them today. It was a good day.

Tip of the day: Never drive with a crazy woman at the wheel.

Chapel of St. Ignatius

Today I went into town with some friends to investigate a cathedral for a paper. It was the Chapel of St. Ignatius at the Seattle University campus. The outside of it I would almost describe as ugly. It had a very unfinished quality to it. I was rather surprised at its appearance. However, the inside was much much different. It had a very modern look. The architecture was quite interesting and simple. It consisted of clean lines or gentle arcs. These arcs gave the building a slight appreance of flowing upward; the building was ascending towards heaven. To help this illusion was the colors of the chapel. The walls and furniture were white, but the floor was a dark, reflective rock. The building seemed to float in space, suspended by nothing. Off in a corner was a small prayer alcove. In it was tree that was mounted into the floor, lit by an orange glow from hidden lights. Hanging from the tree was a lantern with a single candle behind thick, dark glass. The whole alcove had a ethereal feel to it. It was like a room from a dream.

I think that the Chapel of St. Ignatius was one of the most beautiful churches that I’ve been in. There are many little surprises and interesting design features that make it an absolutely stunning piece of architectual design. I recommend visiting it. I will be going back.

I watched “Run, Lola, Run” tonight. It is a subtitled German movie. I highly recommend it. It was excellent. It had a great soundtrack, and it was a very entertaining. I’m not sure what it is rated. There is a little bit of bad language and one person is shot (very little blood). It’s a new favorite for me.

life continues

Well, I’m back from Christmas Break. The break was good. I worked a lot and watched too many movies. One night at Kirsten’s, we watched four and a half movies. We were there until almost 7 in the morning. It was cool though becuase I got to hang out with some people that I haven’t seen in a long while.

I feel very fortunate that most of my close friends did not go downhill at college. Most have grown by leaps and bounds. I was very encouraged to see them again.

Well, this Friday wraps up the first week of school. I enjoy all of my classes and I’m very excited about them. I will be taking a arts and culture class (required), Faith & Philosophy, and Human Nutrition. The only bad thing about my classes is that they are all rather big. My Human Nutrition class has 80 people. My other two classes have over forty.

One thing that is weird about the campus is that it seems that it is much quieter. There doesn’t seem to be a whole lot going on. I think this is due to a combination of things: school just started, studies are a higher priority, tiredness, and people are starting to fit into more distinct cliques. I find it interesting.

WWF Night ’99

Last night was most fun. My floor had WWF night! Now before you groan in disgust (actually you probably already have), let me explain it. No, we did not all gather around a T.V. watching sweaty men on steroids slap each other while yelling macho platitudes. Instead, we became the sweaty guys slapping each other and yelling macho platitudes. Nobody was on steriods, except one guy who occasionally uses it; however, there were some pretty heavy and well-muscled men there. So, what we did was gather up about 25 mattresses and padded our lounge. Now, we had a nice, bouncy cell in which to throw each other around. Next came the loud, agressive music that totally put us out of our civil minds and into a more bestial state. Then came the grappling, the pounding, the body slamming, the blood, the screams, the yells, the smells, the heat.

The first fight went well, with Vega (Reuben) going against El Masquero. The fight was entertaining and quite one-sided (El Masquero was a trained wrestler). The second fight was even better: Brock put some blood on the mattresses and the fight was called. The third fight was me, the Wussinator, versus The Great Pumpkin (Jon Wesche). Before the fight, I was guarding a corner so nobody would impale themselves on it, but suddenly a yell was heard outside and The Great Pumpkin burst in! The Great Pumpkin had arrived! Clad in a white t-shirt emblazoned with his name and a pumpkin on his head, Wesche called for me to challenge him. Wesche is a big guy, a football player, and has almost a hundred pounds on me. But the Wussinator rose to meet the challenger! Insolent scum! In typical fashion, I ripped off my shirt and assumed the praying mantis stance letting loose with my sonic assault of high piched squeeks. TGP and I grappled long and hard. I spanked him a good many times, and he crammed his pumpkin on my head. I never really had the upper hand and I never really had a chance, but the Wussinator will not live up to his name! He is not a wuss! Eventually, though, TGP pinned me, and I nearly suffocated in his beefy belly. I lasted longer than I thought I would.

More fights ensued. Another notable round was when Big Dave and The Insane Gwinn Worker (Fluger) went at it. Big Dave is 290 and TIGW is 280. These were big guys. Big Dave was a football player and TIGW was a brawler in his high school days. The fight had two body slams that were quite floor shaking. However, Big Dave prevailed in the end.

Several times a Royal Rumble broke out and ten guys all piled in at once. The final Rumble saw about 20 guys having it out in the pit, and ended with a dog pile with me almost on the bottom. However, do to noise complaints we were forced to stop after 45 minutes of wrestle mania mayhem.

It had been fun, but people had work to do and tests to study for. The mattresses were packed away and the fighters washed their wounds (the sweat and smells too) nursing their grudges for the next WWF night. . .the night to get even. The only complaint is that the man filming did a pretty poor job of capturing the good moments. That always happens.


phantom sleep

Last night I stayed up until about seven I think. I can’t really remember. Just chillin’ wit my homies. There’s a guy on my floor called John Wesche who can really tell a story. He has the coolest sound effects and great little idiomatic phrases that just bring his topics to life. I actually enjoyed listening to him and another guy carry on for nearly two hours about football. Now, football really ain’t my thing, and I didn’t understand half of what John was talking about; but, man, he is so cool when it comes to stories, I just sat and listened, throwing away precious, beautiful hours of sleep. Oh well. I thought it was a fair exchange. We talk about the craziest stuff.

Today, I got my biggest paycheck ever from the university. Mucho grande by my standards. I will be running into town with Dan (if he wakes up from his nap), to cash some checks and go to the Tooth and Nail Store. It’s always cool bussing into town and watching all the various denizens of Seattle interact with each other. I hope I don’t spend too much money while I’m in town though. I’m saving up for something, but I really don’t know what. Something big? Right now, my main problem is cash. I have quite a bit stashed in the bank, but nothing on hand. This can be a good thing and a bad thing. It’s good because it limits how much I can easily spend, and it’s bad thing because I always need somebody to spot me on the late night Denny’s runs.

Christmas break is less than a month away. It seems so close suddenly. Not that I’m complaining. It will be nice to go back up to Alaska and visit the ole’ family. I’ll be able to hang out with my way cool little brother, and mooch off of my ever so loving parents (thanks Mom and Dad, you rock). I’ll also be able to see friends that I haven’t seen in too long of a time. I have some catch up to do with my high school buddies.

Tip of the day: Don’t got to Denny’s on a Saturday night; it is very busy.

Les Mis ’99

The other day I went to Les Miserables the musical. I thought it was interesting. I think it is strange having a play where all the dialogue is contained in song. Actually, I find it annoying and unnatural. However, the play kept me interested and in the end I thought it was worth the bucks I shelled out. The visuals in the production, in my opinion, were stunning at times. The way the lighting and stage was used was excellent and carried the plot of the play well. I especially liked the sewer scene, where Jean Valjean was escaping with Marius. The lights were coming down through grates to give the illusion that they were actually in the sewer. If this production comes to your town, I recommend you go see it. Get cultured.

On another note: my roomate is so stupid. He stayed up all night two nights in a row for no reason. The first night I stayed up with him as well, but I had enough sense to get some sleep the next night. Last night, when he finally went to bed, he slept from 1 to 3:30 in the afternoon. I’m glad he finally got sleep. I didn’t want to have to force him to get sleep. Another guy on the floor, Brock, stayed up both nights as well. What a nut.

Tip of the day: Lift with the knees.

Quote of the day: “Whoa, I’m suffering from hottie overload!”

The other night I went to a concert with Drew and Jill. The bands were The Juliana Theory, The Stereo, Nobstreater, and Kill Sadie. It was awesome. Club Impact in Tacoma was rockin’. Kill Sadie kicked it off with their set. Saw some wild stage antics and some intense music (a lot like Frodus for those of you who know). Nobstreater was next. They were just weird. Interesting technical chaos for sure. The Stereo got up and gave a rockin’ set. Rocked my socks off; I was so impressed I bought their album “Three Hundred” on Ramen Records. Everybody should at least check it out if not buy it. It’s a lot like old school rock, but with a modern, fresh twist. The final set was the headlining band, The Juliana Theory. A very cool emo band from PA. Bum thing was that their set was plauged by really bad technical problems. Monitors weren’t working for the drummer, during one song they lost power on half the amps, and the vocals were never really heard. I was not pleased with this. Their act would have been very very very cool if it wasn’t for the problems. Oh well. The Juliana Theory rocks on their album “Understand This is a Dream” on Tooth and Nail Records. Buy it.

Tonight I’m staying up pretty much all night. I don’t really have a reason to. It is past 5:30 in the morning, and I’m just starting to get tired. Not cool. The other day I went to sleep at 2 in the afternoon for a nap. I woke up when it was dark out. It was just strange. Dan is staying up all night to. We’re so screwed up. I’m going to be hurting later today. Naps are going to be the order of the day after classes. Luckily, I won’t have to do anything from 3 to 7 tomorrow. That’s four solid hours. Yeehaw! I close tonight too. That means I won’t be able to get to bed until later tomorrow morning. I love college.

I wish I could tell you more about tonight, but I probably shouldn’t. Peace out.

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