Sunday, October 28, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
IMPORTANT BLOG UPDATE!!
Ok, so in the beginning I picked two weeks, because it sounded like it had the number two in it, which is my favourite number. HOWEVER! It has come to my attention (thank you Clara Youtz) that we can get everyone to blog before the semester is out if we start doing one week.
So I hope this is ok with you all, if it totally sucks, let me know, and we can work something out for next term. I'm open to whatever.
Lets try the 1 week thing, and see if it feels better. I have a feeling it's going to work better...
Jacob Glickman, I will pass you the info on Saturday night, and your one week blogging window will begin on Sunday! I hope you have some cool shit to tell us.
Love,
Hannah
So I hope this is ok with you all, if it totally sucks, let me know, and we can work something out for next term. I'm open to whatever.
Lets try the 1 week thing, and see if it feels better. I have a feeling it's going to work better...
Jacob Glickman, I will pass you the info on Saturday night, and your one week blogging window will begin on Sunday! I hope you have some cool shit to tell us.
Love,
Hannah
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Classic Hibbsy.
Hello my little hipster minions! I hope you have all been enjoying my brain child (THCGTC), but mostly I hope that you still feel (at least a little) connected, though we are separated by varying degrees.
I am currently sitting at the train station in Portland, waiting to hop a train to visit home for the weekend. I will get off in Tacoma, be picked up by my father (whom I will embrace, and probably cry on), and then I fully intend to race to Frisko Freeze for a fat cheeseburger, milkshake, and the best fries in the Northwest.
There's no place like home- or like Frisko.
I was intending on taking a 4:20 train, and when I saw the line at the gate, I thought,
"I should ask if this is the right line"
So I asked the gentlemen in front of me, "Excuse me, but is this the line for the 4:20 train?"
To which he replied, very quietly, "Mm? Mmmhmm, yes..."
(The warning bells should have been a little louder, Hannah)
So I stand in line for a good 20 minutes.
And when I get to the point where I show the dude my ticket to get on the train, it
DOESN'T.
EFFING.
WORK.
And he tells me that my train departed a few minutes past.
"Ma'am, go to the ticket station."
Keep in mind, I have already worked myself up to the point where I couldn't sleep last night out of anticipation, and I was having a hard time EATING. Hannah, not eating? WHAT?! I know! That's how worked up I was! I about puked all over PDX Station.
"But if I sit here and weep, I'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze" Oh, thank you Laura Marling. Your words in my ears keep me sane.
So instead of melting down in a bathroom stall and not getting my shit together, I went to the ticket info dudes, and I met a really wonderful man named Larry G. who very kindly helped me get it together.
And!!! He upgraded me to business class on the next train, FOR FREE! And he told me that usually a train guy goes down the line to make sure people like me don't get screwed over, and no one did this time, and he said he felt bad that no one had done it. Basically, he is a very nice man who realized that I was about to freak the fuck out, and I just wish the best to him. Larry G, you are going to get a very nice email sent to Amtrack about how lovely you are.
Tacoma, I know we have a brief date tonight, and I'm sorry that I'm going to be late, and really I'm just passing through. But I can't wait to be with you, even if it is only for a short window of time.
You're worth it, baby.
UPDATE:
I am currently sitting at the train station in Portland, waiting to hop a train to visit home for the weekend. I will get off in Tacoma, be picked up by my father (whom I will embrace, and probably cry on), and then I fully intend to race to Frisko Freeze for a fat cheeseburger, milkshake, and the best fries in the Northwest.
There's no place like home- or like Frisko.
I was intending on taking a 4:20 train, and when I saw the line at the gate, I thought,
"I should ask if this is the right line"
So I asked the gentlemen in front of me, "Excuse me, but is this the line for the 4:20 train?"
To which he replied, very quietly, "Mm? Mmmhmm, yes..."
(The warning bells should have been a little louder, Hannah)
So I stand in line for a good 20 minutes.
And when I get to the point where I show the dude my ticket to get on the train, it
DOESN'T.
EFFING.
WORK.
And he tells me that my train departed a few minutes past.
"Ma'am, go to the ticket station."
Keep in mind, I have already worked myself up to the point where I couldn't sleep last night out of anticipation, and I was having a hard time EATING. Hannah, not eating? WHAT?! I know! That's how worked up I was! I about puked all over PDX Station.
"But if I sit here and weep, I'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze" Oh, thank you Laura Marling. Your words in my ears keep me sane.
So instead of melting down in a bathroom stall and not getting my shit together, I went to the ticket info dudes, and I met a really wonderful man named Larry G. who very kindly helped me get it together.
And!!! He upgraded me to business class on the next train, FOR FREE! And he told me that usually a train guy goes down the line to make sure people like me don't get screwed over, and no one did this time, and he said he felt bad that no one had done it. Basically, he is a very nice man who realized that I was about to freak the fuck out, and I just wish the best to him. Larry G, you are going to get a very nice email sent to Amtrack about how lovely you are.
Tacoma, I know we have a brief date tonight, and I'm sorry that I'm going to be late, and really I'm just passing through. But I can't wait to be with you, even if it is only for a short window of time.
You're worth it, baby.
UPDATE:
The pick up crew! First things first...
FRISKO FREEZE!!
It feels so right.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Stuff Is Really Happening
There are three things that I want to hit in this blog post: Laura Marling, Bioblitz, and the general feel of going to college at Lewis and Clark.
Okay, so, the other week I went to see Laura Marling perform at a coffee shop in Portland.
It was absolutely amazing. I talked to her and stood a foot away when she performed. Needless to say, I am madly in love with her. For more on that, check this out. I wrote it for Hear and Now Northwest, which was started by the lovely Clara Youtz.
http://hearandnownorthwest.wordpress.com/2012/10/04/laura-marling-graces-portland/
Now, most of you probably don't know what Bioblitz is. That's okay. You don't need to unless you're into lichen or pseudo scorpions. I'll just tell you about it anyways. It is this biology conference on the Oregon coast. Home base is a cute little house nestled between the ocean and a river, with a lovely forest in between. We spent our time collecting samples, searching for invertebrates, and going on mushroom and lichen hikes. And guess who I went with? Demi Glidden and the Biology Club. (They are releasing their second album, entitled "Lichen or Not," in time for the holidays.)
Lewis and Clark is serving me well. My classes are difficult and reading the Bible can be a drag, but I am getting exactly what I came here for: classes that are something more than just a means to propel me into the next phase of my life, a great group of people (old and new), and gray, rainy days.
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| My roommates: Olivia, me, Cameron, Faith. |
All my love is whirling around the country to you guys,
-Ellie
Sunday, September 30, 2012
A few pictures
Until next time,
Demi
Monday, September 24, 2012
You can count on me to neglect a blog
Seriously.
I had a blog once and the URL was neglectedblogs.blogspot.com.
But I am going to try to be attentive to this one, because I care about it. Because I care about the person who made it for us. And because I care about you all.
To start, I'm gonna give y'all a taste of #lewisandclarkpartylyfe.
First, it is important to understand the general environment and circumstances of our parties. They are in the woods. Our party spots are lovingly referred to as The River, The Waterfall, and Broken Bridges. The latter is mostly a place you experience in transit: several thick, rotting, half-way stable railroad ties and other nameless wood-stuffs form a precarious crossing over a small ravine. The spot is generally known as a smoke spot, but it is on the way to The Waterfall. Another notable landmark on the way to The Waterfall is the ceramic dick forest. I haven't learned the official name for it, but I assume it could be somewhere along the lines of Phalic Forest, Woody Woods, The Cock Copse, or some other clever alliteration. There are just so many options. Anyways, the place is exactly what it sounds like. There are dozens and dozens of white ceramic dicks fixed to trees, I had the distinct pleasure of viewing them by headlamp, which created a lovely spotlighting effect, where suddenly, gloriously before me was an illuminated ceramic dick.
Back to the partying. Don't let me get sidetracked guys.
It's simple really. There is a bonfire or two, a drum, lots of beer, usually a few pipes being passed around, and a delightful number of plastered youngsters. Chant-like singing waxes and wanes, heated and cozy like the fire. It is generally quite enjoyable.
Anyways, that's all for tonight. Next time, you can look forward to #food which is code for #deliciousconcoctions.
Love,
Demi
P.S. There is also Wine Wednesday. Which is like a classier version of Wasted Wednesday where the outcome of a fist-fight between Steinbeck and Hemingway is discussed.
I had a blog once and the URL was neglectedblogs.blogspot.com.
But I am going to try to be attentive to this one, because I care about it. Because I care about the person who made it for us. And because I care about you all.
To start, I'm gonna give y'all a taste of #lewisandclarkpartylyfe.
First, it is important to understand the general environment and circumstances of our parties. They are in the woods. Our party spots are lovingly referred to as The River, The Waterfall, and Broken Bridges. The latter is mostly a place you experience in transit: several thick, rotting, half-way stable railroad ties and other nameless wood-stuffs form a precarious crossing over a small ravine. The spot is generally known as a smoke spot, but it is on the way to The Waterfall. Another notable landmark on the way to The Waterfall is the ceramic dick forest. I haven't learned the official name for it, but I assume it could be somewhere along the lines of Phalic Forest, Woody Woods, The Cock Copse, or some other clever alliteration. There are just so many options. Anyways, the place is exactly what it sounds like. There are dozens and dozens of white ceramic dicks fixed to trees, I had the distinct pleasure of viewing them by headlamp, which created a lovely spotlighting effect, where suddenly, gloriously before me was an illuminated ceramic dick.
Back to the partying. Don't let me get sidetracked guys.
It's simple really. There is a bonfire or two, a drum, lots of beer, usually a few pipes being passed around, and a delightful number of plastered youngsters. Chant-like singing waxes and wanes, heated and cozy like the fire. It is generally quite enjoyable.
Anyways, that's all for tonight. Next time, you can look forward to #food which is code for #deliciousconcoctions.
Love,
Demi
P.S. There is also Wine Wednesday. Which is like a classier version of Wasted Wednesday where the outcome of a fist-fight between Steinbeck and Hemingway is discussed.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
New York City Is A Lot of Things.
New York, New York.
There are a lot of expectations in there! And while many of them are true, many others are just hype. Sorry 'bout it. But you guys have no idea what I'm talking about so let me give you some highlights, some thoughts, and then (of course) an inevitable Clara playlist. Yay! (Pictures will precede their description)
1. Welcome Week was a bitch. Let's just be honest, that was a lot of forced merriment and practically none of the people I met during it stuck. Except for like 4 glimmering exceptions. And with those four people I have explored most of lower Manhattan on foot, seen movies at the IFC, been commandeered by a troop of sassy musical actors, had many a bloody foot or blister, and a number of other illicit activities.
2. Freaked out. You know you've all had at least one. Except that I'm in Manhattan and there is literally no place where you are alone. EVER. So I often find myself freakin' in the middle of Washington Square or at this little corner park in the West Village next to some crazy guy with an odor.
3. Met my people, or at least the people I want to be hanging out with within the next few weeks. They are all at WNYU. And I am applying for a show that would focus on NW indie and folk music. Though, I may broaden the scope to indie and folk in general because it's way more sustainable. Anyways, the people at the station are so interesting and have such eclectic styles, and one of the looks like Josh Tacke. Like a lot. It sorta creeped me out.
4. Fun NYC weekends have happened. In fact, I was at a hookah bar in the Village on Saturday night and Aziz Ansari was performing across the street! Crazytown. Conveniently enough, the Village is loaded with $1 pizza places for long nights of partying. Munchies anyone? Just kidding...I've not needed those...
5. Icona Pop!!! Soooo good! So fun. Such a weird crowd. It was at a club called Santos Party House and it was packed with one of the most eclectic groups of people I've ever seen. There were super grungy guys, and uber trendy hipster gals, and older men in business suits, and sassy gay boys...if you can think of a type, they were there. Welcome to NYC. Also--I want to be the Asian one. She's fucking cool. Excuse my French. Fat lady crush.
6. Oh yeah--by the way I take classes. Seven of them. With two Recitations. Fun fact: NYU is hardcore. But I find myself in the happy position of feeling ready for the workload and the content. I guess I might be smart or a good student or something :p Also I love class. Especially my program director. That woman is the shit.
Alrighty lovely people I love you all and miss you so much that it has manifested in physical illness.
But I know I'll see you all sooner than I know it. Now have some music I've been listening to since I got here.
Arkansas by Damien Jurado
Black Dog by Kelli Schaeffer
Manners by Icona Pop
A Minor Place by Bonnie 'Prince' Billy
Minor Swing by Django Reinhardt
Mama How Far I've Come by Laura Marling
Fitzpleasure by Alt-J
Would That Not Be Nice by Divine Fits
Five Seconds by Twin Shadow
Doomsday by Elvis Perkins in Dearland
2 Trees by Foals
California Waiting by Kings of Leon (Don't judge me...also this is the version without screaming)
Last Night by Niki and the Dove
Girls by Royal Headache
Every Morning by Sugar Ray
Letter Divine by Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Pretend You Love Me by Sonny & the Sunsets
Money by The Drums
Close My Eyes by Vespers
There are a lot of expectations in there! And while many of them are true, many others are just hype. Sorry 'bout it. But you guys have no idea what I'm talking about so let me give you some highlights, some thoughts, and then (of course) an inevitable Clara playlist. Yay! (Pictures will precede their description)
1. Welcome Week was a bitch. Let's just be honest, that was a lot of forced merriment and practically none of the people I met during it stuck. Except for like 4 glimmering exceptions. And with those four people I have explored most of lower Manhattan on foot, seen movies at the IFC, been commandeered by a troop of sassy musical actors, had many a bloody foot or blister, and a number of other illicit activities.
2. Freaked out. You know you've all had at least one. Except that I'm in Manhattan and there is literally no place where you are alone. EVER. So I often find myself freakin' in the middle of Washington Square or at this little corner park in the West Village next to some crazy guy with an odor.
3. Met my people, or at least the people I want to be hanging out with within the next few weeks. They are all at WNYU. And I am applying for a show that would focus on NW indie and folk music. Though, I may broaden the scope to indie and folk in general because it's way more sustainable. Anyways, the people at the station are so interesting and have such eclectic styles, and one of the looks like Josh Tacke. Like a lot. It sorta creeped me out.
4. Fun NYC weekends have happened. In fact, I was at a hookah bar in the Village on Saturday night and Aziz Ansari was performing across the street! Crazytown. Conveniently enough, the Village is loaded with $1 pizza places for long nights of partying. Munchies anyone? Just kidding...I've not needed those...
5. Icona Pop!!! Soooo good! So fun. Such a weird crowd. It was at a club called Santos Party House and it was packed with one of the most eclectic groups of people I've ever seen. There were super grungy guys, and uber trendy hipster gals, and older men in business suits, and sassy gay boys...if you can think of a type, they were there. Welcome to NYC. Also--I want to be the Asian one. She's fucking cool. Excuse my French. Fat lady crush.
6. Oh yeah--by the way I take classes. Seven of them. With two Recitations. Fun fact: NYU is hardcore. But I find myself in the happy position of feeling ready for the workload and the content. I guess I might be smart or a good student or something :p Also I love class. Especially my program director. That woman is the shit.
Alrighty lovely people I love you all and miss you so much that it has manifested in physical illness.
But I know I'll see you all sooner than I know it. Now have some music I've been listening to since I got here.
Arkansas by Damien Jurado
Black Dog by Kelli Schaeffer
Manners by Icona Pop
A Minor Place by Bonnie 'Prince' Billy
Minor Swing by Django Reinhardt
Mama How Far I've Come by Laura Marling
Fitzpleasure by Alt-J
Would That Not Be Nice by Divine Fits
Five Seconds by Twin Shadow
Doomsday by Elvis Perkins in Dearland
2 Trees by Foals
California Waiting by Kings of Leon (Don't judge me...also this is the version without screaming)
Last Night by Niki and the Dove
Girls by Royal Headache
Every Morning by Sugar Ray
Letter Divine by Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Pretend You Love Me by Sonny & the Sunsets
Money by The Drums
Close My Eyes by Vespers
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