Tuesday, September 28, 2004

The conversation I had with the nurse at the blood donor clinic:

Nurse: "Is this your first time giving blood?"
Me: "Yes."
N: "Are you nervous?"
Me: "Yes."
N: "Why?"
Me: "Well, I think that getting stabbed in the arm and then having someone collect the fluid that comes out of the wound is a little odd."
N: *blank stare* "My hanglish is not so good, but I will try to speak it anyways because it is ... how do you say ... whats the word ... umm ... good practice?"
Me: "Ok."
N: "I need to take a blood sample to see if you have enough iron."

It wasn't that bad, I mean aside from the searing pain and the needlessly long needle they insist on covering up even though the covering falls off after the first spasm. Just kidding. Thats all for now. My grandparents are here and they want me to beat them at Scrabble.

Summary in seven words: Giving blood for the first time ever.


Monday, September 27, 2004

(A guitar string pops mysteriously as it sits idle, untouched on the floor of the practice room.)

"You broke your G-string"
"That wasn't the G-string, it was the D-string"
"Oh ... that's not nearly as funny..."

Practice only got better from there. Spontaneous songs are the best especially when they begin with a four part harmony round singing of the lyrics to Lemon Jelly's Nice Weather For Ducks. Don't judge us.

I have been informed of a new (to me) band that has a similar configuration as Doppelganger Effekt. This may not seem all that significant, but there are few bands that play acoustic folk semi-metal as it is, never mind with the same instruments. These guys are quite a bit different in style from us, but they are interesting to listen to. The best part of their music is the violin, in my opinion, and also the subject matter is quite rare for some songs. For instance, they have a song about an alien coming from outer space and trying to convince a little boy to go get him some brains to eat, or another about a vampire club being crashed by a bunch of pirates and the massive ensuing fight. Anyways, give them a listen if you like, and if you know of any other bands, besides Bush (X), leave me a note in the comments. If you are reading this, mention something about the invasion by the Americans on the penguin headquarters in Baffin Island in the comments.
I got a package slip on my door this morning, so you know what that mean ... I am getting my bass tomorrow! Well, probably. It could be the textbook I ordered, but I think that it is my bass. I have already several people who want to jam with me once I get it (i.e. sometime after tomorrow) despite the fact that I can't play the instrument yet. Mind you, I don't think it will take that long to get the hang of it.

My grandparents are flying in tomorrow, also, from Winnipeg. I haven't seen them for about a year and a half, so it will be nice to see them again. I don't know how long they are staying, or what they will do once they get here, but I am still looking foreward to it.

I went to a concert last night where a great tenor (I know, oxymoron) sang (its what usually happens at this type of concert). I have never seen/heard anyone put so much emotion into German lyrics. The best was the song about the guy wishing he was a fish so that he could be caught ... or something like that. Anyways, after the show, Oliver, Ilana and I played some frisbee. It was quite fun, but Ilana's head wasn't really into it (or rather it was as you will see from reading the words to follow the ending bracket) and the frisbee hit her in the face three times. Then we decided it was a good idea to climb some of the trees on campus, but we couldn't reach any of the branches, except me for one tree where I had to run up the trunk and jump to catch a branch. Once I was up in the tree I couldn't really think of anything to do, so I jumped down and that was the end of that chapter. No birds, abnormally large Bishops squirls or other living things were harmed (with the possible exception of Ilana) during the night.
Farewell for the moment and try to stay sane.

Summary in seven words: Stuff that is/has/will be happening.


Wednesday, September 22, 2004

For a great review/commentary regarding this year's BU choir, of which I have recently become a member, visit this entry written by the Almighty Conga Man on his blog. Please note that altos and tenors may be offended by the article, so if you fall into either one of those categories, proceed with caution. Speaking of choir, I really wish I could read music, or at least sight read. I am lost half of the time and the other bass 1 (I think he is really a tenor because he speaks in a very high voice and seemed very confused when he was first assigned that position) that I sit beside follows me. I can only imagine how lost he is, especially since I tend to sing semi-random notes until I find my place again. This probably irritates a number of people sitting in my general vicinity but none have said anything to me about it yet.

On a completely unrelated note, I heard today that English (and by that I mean, of course, those from England, or at least some of them, as I imagine that there some that can't be lumped in no matter how hard you try) people eat their apple pie with cheddar cheese. Has anyone tried this and if so, does it taste good? I have to be honest, it doesn't sound very appetizing to me. As much as I like both ingredients separately, I just can't imagine putting both of them together. It almost sounds like one of Wes' Random Lunch Experiments. Perhaps the British Sam knows something about this one?

Summary in seven words: Some words about choir. Pie and cheese?


Monday, September 20, 2004

I went out on an evening with the girls yesterday, most of whom I had hung out with before. We went to Kaori, a Japanese restaurant where they have the grill built into the table and cook your food in front of you. It really is a show when they do it. Our guy was really funny, calling everything "special Japanese ______" (for example when he was frying the chicken he would take out his "special Japanese Coca Cola" and squirt it on). The best was when at the end he was scraping off the hot metal surface, he took the scrapings, fliped them onto his spatula and offered it to one of my companions saying "Japanese vitamins?". She refused, obviously, at which point he looked all sad and pouty when he said, "Japonese poubelle" and tossed it in the garbage can. What a great finally.

After that great meal, we decided it was time for dessert, so off to Caffuccino's we went. Ilana and I shared something called L'Extase (extasy) made for 2 people, and it turned out to be the most massive piece of cake I had ever seen. It had 9 layers or succulent chocolate cake with chocolate mousse in between each and all around. It was delicious, but it could have easily fed a small town in one of the poorer african countries (African because they have smaller small towns there). Nevertheless, we finnished it all off because that is what you do to cake. Home it was after that. A very fun night for all (I think, they could have been lying...), at least for me anyways.

My acoustic bass will be in the mail tomorrow if nothing else goes wrong. w00t!

Summary in seven words: Good food, good friends, good cake...Bass!


Friday, September 17, 2004

I walk upstairs this morning to find this note on the table: "Don't worry about the smell. I'm cleaning the oven. Unless there are flames ... then worry." This sort of note is becoming more commonly found on my kitchen table ever since I left one saying, "Linda, call Mel. Hurry, may have gnawed off own arm." about a week ago.

I was in unbelievable pain earlier today, like on the ground rolling and groaning sort of pain for about 5 minutes. What happened was this: I was playing an average game of Heads and Volleys with the boys when someone decided it would be a good idea to kick the ball (soccer or football depending where you are from) at one of the other guys as hard as he could. This went on for a bit, no one actually hitting the others because we have decent reflexes for the most part and we are not uberiffic at soccer. Then Chris decided that it was my turn and so from 5 feet away he kicked the ball with a lot of force, mis-hit it so that it hit the water bottle on the ground and rebounded straight into the place that hurts guys a terrific amount when they get hit there with a soccerball traveling at high speed. Needless to say I dropped to the ground where I stayed for quite some time. The game was pretty dead after that, but I managed after about 15 minutes.

Tonight I will watch the Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy television series with Nwar.

Summary in seven words: Funny notes, excruciating and unbelievable pain. Stuff.


Wednesday, September 15, 2004

I did go to watch the game yesterday. However, I got bored halfway through, something avid Hockey fans will surely be appalled at, and went to see the Stairway Movement, who were great as usual. They were playing with all acoustic instruments and it sounded amazing for the most part (feedback was a bit of a problem during some songs). The bassist was raping his instument in the least offensive and most socially acceptable way. I also noticed that the singer was in the choir that I joined yesterday, so that is cool.

Song of the Day: So Broken by Bjork


Tuesday, September 14, 2004

I am now part of my universities choir along with such notable commenters such as Nwar, The Almighty Conga Man, Ilana's Mom and I think that's it. After my audition this afternoon I was described as "extremely useful" and that I had a "strong falsetto, like Ian". They said that last bit as if it were a good thing, so that is reasuring. Now if I could only learn to spell...

The practice was fun but I can't read notes so for the vast majority of the time I was uberiffically and inextollably lost. I was also seated next to a tenor which didn't help matters as I have been diagnosed a barritone. I was secretly hoping for a soprano part, but what can you do.

Big game today which I will watch at least part of. Only potentially part because the Stairway Movement is playing at the Java at roughly the same time, but they are usually late so the game may be over by the time they actually start. I like them, they are fun to listen to. Similar bands would be Sublime and Dispatch.

Summary in seven words: Sam's in a choir. Game or Band.


Monday, September 13, 2004

"Statistics is like eating an elephant."
"Statistics is like doing sit-ups. No one can sit down and do three hours at a time, it would kill you."

Two wonderful quotes from my Stats II teacher about her chosen subject to teach. I like this teacher but everyone else seems not to for some reason. I love her seemingly random comments about stuff. For instance, she walked into class today and instead of a greeting of some sort, she says this, "You can't eat an elephant all at once!" Of course there was context to that statement, but if you hadn't been there the class before, as I'm sure some people hadn't, then that would have sounded quite odd and humourous (at least to me, actually, it was anyways).

Is it odd that Professors at my University prefer to be called Doctor Xxxxxx rather than Professor Xxxxxx? Someone told me that was not how things are usually done and I am wondering if they are completely off the mark. Short post today. Sorry for the lack of them lately. Fragmented senteces. I know. I am cooler.

Summary in seven words: Stats is funny but long and boring.


Thursday, September 09, 2004

This certifies that I, Sam,

Have Become Cooler
Than I was Before

You too can
Become Cooler at

Blogger wouldn't let me update for the last several days. Stupid blogger.

I went to a Matthew Good concert last night after being made to wait in line for about an hour and a half, then being forced into a small fenced-in area with a TV screen showing what was going on inside because my party and I were not frosh, then finally being let in after the warm-up band was done and Matt Good had started. He played one good song, the rest were just loud and mediocre at best. He doesn't seem like a very happy person. There was lots of energy in the room which made it quite enjoyable. Also, it is nice when the beat from the music beats your heart for you. He, and by that I mean of course the seeminly angry musician for whom the band is named after, seemed a bit disconcerted that the cameraman refused to come and bring his camera on stage so he could get some shots of the bassist's bum as he was being instructed. He even stopped playing several times to tell him to get up on stage and give the people outside a real show, but he wouldn't budge. I wonder what he was afraid of. The bassist was rather scary-looking. Mr. Good then brought out a video game to show us about the US Army which prompted a spontaneous and quite uncontrollable bout of intense booing. This made him get rid of the game quite quickly and bring out something else, a toy army man with some accessories it came with or somesuch but he gave up on his speech at the beginning, saying that no one really cared (this prompted much cheering) and the music continued. Not really good music, but perhaps that is just taste and preference. He messed up his only acoustic song (I know because he stopped in the middle and said something along those lines himself) which kind of dissapointed me. I found the guitar didn't really match his singing in some songs. I still had fun, I just won't get any of his CD's or anything.

Even better was where I went next: Louiza's for some good music and by that I mean of course a group of about 8 people sitting in a circle singing drinking songs (and otherwise) to a solitary guitar. I really did think it was better music than the concert, but again, that is probably just taste and preference. Drama students (all of the people in the circle besides me were drama students) are great.

I met many people yesterday, many of whom I saw today walking around campus, but I can't remember any of their names. Some I met at the pub where I ate supper before the concert (mostly music students there and I became someone's nemesis somehow while I was there) and some more at the little party after the concert. It was a pretty good first day of school.

Summary in seven words: An evening of a business student's life.


Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Band practice. The last one was a blood bath. Not for humans, well, of the roughly six billion on the planet some of them were involved, but rather for the mosquitoes who had seen fit to invade our practice room. There was much slapping and smearing all over the walls, mostly by a visitor named Emily. I was singing a song, the only one where I sing the lead, and decided it was a good idea to kill one in the middle of a verse. I of course acted on the impulse and killed it, slapping my hand against the wall quite hard. This did what it was supposed to do in that it took the life of the annoying insect, but it also accomplished something more, something unintended. It caused the dead carcass to stick to my hand. I don't know about you, but I don't really like dead things on my hands, less so when I'm singing. I didn't really know what to do. I did keep singing, and only the others can tell you how well, but I started to look around awkwardly, as if I didn't know what to do, which made sense considering I didn't. I tried shaking it off. Didn't work. I tried waving it off. Didn't work. I tried staring at it, giving it the "stink eye", but that didn't work either. All of this is happening during one verse and chorus of the song. Finally, the real singer in the band decides that enough is enough and goes digging in his pockets, finds a packet of Kleenex. He takes one out, gives it to me, gives me a look which seemed to suggest that I got what I deserved and that I shouldn't have been walking around hitting things to begin with (he was right of course, but I just hate those little insects so much). Of course, I wiped the bug off of my hand and continued on with the song. Then sang it again because the first time was a bit of a distracted version with everyone but our wonderful pianist/conga/penny-whistle player knowing what was going on.

I start school tomorow morning at 10:00. Should be good. I need something.

Summary in seven words: Story time over, come again next week.


Saturday, September 04, 2004

I went to town today. Simple enough, yes? This trip into town today was slightly different, very slightly. It started out routine enough, going to a friends appartment to lend him my uber cool camera and show him how to use it with me making my explanations needlessly complicated as usual. Then after that he got out his photo albums with the pictures he took when he was in Africa for the three months that the the program he was involved in took him there. He had some amazing pictures and by amazing I mean really incredible. Pictures of monkeys, of warthogs, of antelopes, of sacred shrines, a monument to the archangel Michael about do decapitate someone, of his co-workers at the water company, of his friends in his program, of the family he stayed with, of a beer truck that had painted on it "conserve water, drink beer" written on the side of it, of some kids in the street that taught him some games, and in general some really cool things. He had some insane pictures of sunsets. My favorite picture was of a guide standing on a rock looking out onto the plain (veldt I guess it could be called) to look out for a certain animal whose territory they were about to enter with a maddive elephant rifle slung across his shoulder and eyes gazing into the distance. Really amazing picture.

He then showed me all of the stuff he had brought back, well, some of it. All quite interesting and quite nice. He had one little truck that a kid had made for him out of milk tins. It was all very cool, interesting and quite foreign. I don't think any of us can ever really understand that part of the world without actually going to the dark continent ourselves. After seeing all that stuff, I want to go. Who is with me?


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