Where is my city?
The Midwest has so little.
I can't wait to fly.
And school is started. So much work! I was sad, but I didn't try out for the Spanish play. It would just be too much, I think. :( This grad class is keeping me on my toes, for sure.
But there's still time to kill on weekends. And it's a total bummer that there isn't much to do around here. I miss all the crazy stuff that happened in and around San Francisco all the time. There isn't really an audience for it here, though. I talked to Kam about a thing Evan had mentioned to me: a rave in the forest called "Dance of the Primes." His comment? "You know, Val, if we had a 'Dance of the Primes,' nine people would show up and six of them would be wearing capes."
I want to get something like that started for Btown, though. Just, you know, anything really cool. The dance party last year ("People are Still Having Sex") was a lot of fun; I hope that it happens again in the not-too-distant future. I think our first comedy club is opening sometime soon.
The career fair was yesterday. It's amazing the looks you can get from people if you dress sharp. I walked around with my friend Stuart (or maybe Stewart, I don't actually know), who was in a nice suit with a tie and all, and I was wearing my suit, and we got pulled over by the NSA and some other people. It was exciting. I actually got an email today from Microsoft offering an interview. I wonder if I'll do it? I mean, it can't hurt to practice technical interviews, eh? Plus that's kind of cool.
What is it? Political
Squalor. And unresolved.
Today marks the seventh anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. And what? We still have a useless administration? Oh, terrific. At least November is on its way.
Anyway, I'm keeping busy. Homework is piling up like crazy, as are funsies (parkour, Math Club, etc.). Oh, social calendars!
I'm really enjoying the math courses I'm taking. Evan totally made me a nerd. But I'd be lying if I said I'm not having fun proving things about matrices. :)
Animal, the tastier
It is grilled. Me: Oh.
Talk about culture shock. I went to RibAmerica with my folks today (well, technically yesterday, now), and it was a trip. The sheer... midwestern-ness of it astonished me. There were some things I was okay with: the, like, twelve different booths harping their award-winning barbecue were pretty cool (I tried the BBQ sauce at several, and I have to say that it was delicious). The booth devoted to grilled, butter-dipped sweet corn, which had one of the longest lines at the event, was pretty quaint. And their corn was awesome.
No, it was Ted that did it. And he's from Detroit! I guess that counts as the Midwest. Anyway, I had multiple crazy laughing fits during his concert. A few things that set them off:
Ted: *raises two machine guns from nowhere into the air high above his head* ...and we should give machine guns to every child! And to skinny girls, too! Fat bitches can reload 'em. Gotta keep them busy! And I know you're wondering, "does Ted have a permit for giving machine guns to kids?" Well, I got your permit right *drops the machine guns and flips the bird* HERE!!! That's for you, Obama!
Drunk guy next to me: *shakes my shoulder* This part is AWESOME!! Watch!
Ted: *wearing a ridiculous Native American headdress, pulls a hunting bow from behind a speaker, loads it, sets the arrow on fire, poises his white guitar across the stage, and proceeds to shoot it* I sacrificed my Great White Buffalo!
Drunk guy next to me: RIGHT IN THE X!! YEAH!!!
Ted: And I love huntin' season! The cuter the animal is, the tastier it is when you grill it! That's why I love vegetarians; vegetables are fuckin' ugly and that's all those sonuvabitches eat! *continues talking about killing animals*
Ted: Now they don't know it yet, but all my boys (he was talking about the players, sound guys, etc. for his band) have 12-gauge, riot shotguns waitin for 'em at the end of the night! Because I think that with more guns and ammunition, they'll do an even more kickass job!
In addition to those times, it was pretty excellent to hear him adlibbing his own songs to include lines about BBQ. Bahahahahaha!
Oh, the Midwest.