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I was inspired by Sean’s latest blog, utilizing a neat list format. I haven’t written in a while, so hopefully this will help me formulate my thoughts?
Halfway through SB ‘09 in La Jolla, CA.
- Yogurtland/Yogi Topi/Golden Spoon = Fantastic Frozen yogurt parlors are the next big thing. Move over Cold Stone.
- Renting Bianchi hybrid bikes and riding all over town was a hoot today.
- I saw two Bugatti Veyron’s and #3 of 20 Lamborghini Reventons in the world. Good car day with Marcus Lutz and Bucky Johns.
- Being sunburned isn’t fun. Being overwhelmingly sandy isn’t fun. Being sore and tired isn’t fun. Being all of them at the same time after a whole day on the beach is fantastic.
- I really like As Tall As Lions. That band is great.
- Also really enjoying Thievery Corporation. Good electronica.
- The most notable band lately, however is Faultline. Holy cow this band is so good. “Where is my Boy?” featuring Chris Martin is the saddest most sensational song I’ve heard in some time.
- Nightclubs are a great place to have a church. Great sound systems, Lots of good lighting and projectors, creative seating arrangements, etc… Rock Harbor church at the Shark Club was a great experience. Plus they have real sharks in giant tanks. Cool.
- California is a great place to visit, but I couldn’t ever really live here.
- I miss Fort Collins.
- I miss Phil. (Awwww)
- I love my fantastic friends here in Cali. Go spring break.
Today was wonderful. Light and easy. I woke up the first time at eleven and noticed that it had snowed. The sky was grey and gloomy so I went back to sleep. When I woke up again at one, the sky was blue, the sun was warm, and most of the snow had already melted on the roof outside my window. I put on some Paul Baloche and began my day on a very good note.
Everyone comes home from winter break tomorrow. Phil’s been playing shows with his sister, recording with random people, and hitting up bars with Bon Iver. He’ll be back home in the middle of the day I suppose. We would usually go play raquetball, but my stupid knee is unreasonably messed up right now. My mom thinks it just needs a loot of Advil, but I think there’s something else wrong with it. Here’s hoping I’m wrong. Alyssa comes home tomrrow too, along with Amanda and Reandra. I love those girls. Barry will be back from a missions trip on Thursday, Kyle and John on Friday (I think?). Classes start next Tuesday, and I’ll be back into the swing of things.
As much as I adore break for the chance it gives me to relax and catch up on sleep, I’m pumped to have my days occupied again. School and work are good things to spend your day doing. When I hate them, like everyone does sometimes, I try to remember to be thankful to be working and thankful to be learning. That’s a blessing.
This post was rather meaningless and sort of stream-of-consciousness. That’s okay. Listening to Mew at 1:30 in the morning can make you write that way. I adore that band, by the way. Way to be creative guys. Way to be from Denmark.
That’s all.
Today around twelve thirty, Kyle, Phil, and I decided to walk to Which Wich for a sandwich. Let me first say that:
- I was wearing short sleeves because it was a spectacular day
- It is very convienient to be able to walk to a Which Wich from your house becuase Which Wich is delicious
- My Which Wich frequent buyer card is full now so my next wich is free. You might consider joining me when I enjoy my free wich.
- The Which Wich by my house has outdoor seating right by the street. So like usual, we sat right next to College Ave today to eat. Not like we could see it from behind some security fence, but like if you lean back too far a car will pwn you and your wich. I think that’s cool.
Today while we were enjoying our sandwiches, I looked up just in time to see a group of maybe thirty foreign students cross the street and go into Starbucks. There are a lot of foreign students at CSU. The engineering program is home to many smart, rich, Arabic-speaking guys who ace physics tests but are impossible to get into study groups with. They wear Armani and drive sick cars, but now and then you’ll meet one of them who is really humble and wants to get to know you. I met one of those kids today.
This guy wasn’t actually Arabic, although I couldn’t tell the difference (dumb American). He was from Brazil and walked out of Starbucks and over to our table while we ate Which Wich this afternoon. For a class in speaking English he had to do a survey of some sort, which explained the large group of his dark-skinned friends. He politely asked if he could ask us each a couple questions. He started with Kyle.
“What do you know about Brazil?”
Phil: “It’s the largest country in South America!”
“Yes it is.”
JD: “It has lots of Brazilians!”
(At this point he burst into loud laughter until he heard what Kyle, the person he was questioning in the first place, had to say)
Kyle: “They speak Spanish!”
“Portugese.”
After this he moved on to me. He asked for my name and wrote it down as “Jayd”. I loved that. He asked me to explain how the weather works in Fort Collins, and I started by telling him that sometimes it was cold and snowy. Before i was finished, he wrote down “cold snow” and went on to the next question. ”Do you like living in Fort Collins?” ”Yes”, I answered “Very much.”
He moved on to survey Phil about the nightlife in Fort Collins, which is ironic becuase Phil usually goes to sleep at 10. He wrote down Phil’s name as “Fill”, of course, and preceded to interpret both of Phil’s answers, writing down “Old Chicago” (somewhere he had obviously been, and something Phil hadn’t said), and “Get drunk”, another thing Phil probably didn’t say.
I thought about this guy a lot today. He never told us his name, but his smiling face is still all over my mind. I wonder what it’s like to be a resident alien like that. He’s far from home and deals with a huge communication barrier every day, not to mention that his only close friends are the ones that speak his language (Portugese apparently…). I don’t have anything profound to say about the situation, but it’s amazing to me how much he had already learned about America and our culture before even speaking our language properly. Of course neither Kyle, Phil, nor myself have ever been to Brazil, but we couldn’t even tell him the language spoken there, although it does seem fair to me to guess Spanish. As we walked home from Which Wich later, I realized that I need to learn more about other cultures. There are really so many different cultures, but we are wrapped up in our own so tightly that it blows our minds when a hispanic person speaks a language that isn’t Spanish! Maybe I’ll study Sociology. That could be interesting.
God made people to be very different all over the world. That’s cool. God is cool.
A lot of bloggers like to check the “Stats” feature of WordPress regularly to see how many views their blog has gotten lately. It also tells you what links are giving your site the most views, which posts get the most activity, etc. I’m one of those bloggers. I like to see what’s going on.
I started blogging on May 2nd of this year, so that means I’m still pretty new to this. My most popular day ever was 45 views, laugh at that if you will. My roomate, Phil Waggoner, just started blogging today. He is ALREADY AT 47 VIEWS for today. HOW IS THAT?! His blog is nothing. A cute and appropriate picture of a kid stuck in a toilet and a picture from a comic strip that isn’t funny. I pour my heart out regularly and get zero traffic apparently. His blog is already super popular and is meaningless. I am John McCain, and Phil is Barrack Obama. I’m all history and relevance, he’s all image. And that image is a kid stuck in a toilet.
I’m not actually bitter. To be honest I’m pretty pumped that he’s blogging now because he has so much to say about politics. His blog is destined to overrun mine. So be it. Welcome to the blogosphere, roomie.
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