Colin, a friend of mine, and I have been doing some open mic nights down at Milkwood Jam here in Swansea, which have been great. We had a good turn out this last Wednesday, and even did a little busking for beer money before the show. A friend of ours got a little video of us playing a song we wrote called Cockles and Shells. It was uber cold that night, which made the guitars, and the flute sound a little distorted (now i know why Yo-Yo Ma and crew phoned it in at the inauguration!), but it was a good time. Check it out...
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
the mormons - a short story
Two mormons showed up at our door last night. Eight thirty on a friday night I should mention. I tried telling them that they're actions were probably futile at such an hour, and at such a place. "We are in the student village after all," I said. They stared back with big smiles.
"Does Kenny live here?" one of them said.
"No man, not on this floor at least," I said. They didn't seem to mind. They were just happy to meet another American. As it turns out they hadn't seen one in over six months, and since they were from Utah, and I was from New Mexico, the fact that our states touched somehow created an instant brotherly bond between us in their eyes.
They were standing over my bed smiling, and I was out of it. I had been taking a nap between studying for finals, and I was wiping my eyes and looking for a tee shirt. They didn't seem to care that they had woken me up, and I may have been too out of it to tell them to get lost, but we were brothers after all, so I invited them into the kitchen for a cup of tea. "Or maybe you'd like a cup of coffee?" I said.
"We don't drink anything with caffeine in it," the smiliest of the two said. I noticed his name tag on his jacket then, it said Elder Elderberry, but he didn't look a day over twenty one, so I asked him how old he was and he said, "nineteen." I asked him if the guy who made is name tag stuttered, and he said, "uh,, no,, what do you mean?"
Because it says "Elder Elderberry..." He kept smiling. "Forget it, lame joke," I said, "I'm half asleep still.
The other one, who hadn't said anything up until this point asked me how old I was. I told them twenty eight and they both looked surprised, but didn't stop smiling, a look that may seem difficult to pull off, but they managed anyway. Elder Elderberry said, "you look so young dude."
"Yeah, but i began life as an old man," I said, "and in another quarter century or so I will be but a tiny fetus." They didn't seem to know what the hell I was talking about. At this point I had made my coffee, and asked them if they wanted a glass of water or something. They said no, and I wondered if that was standard procedure, not talking drinks from people I mean, and decided that it was probably so. I wondered how many people they offended in Wales by saying no to a cup of tea, probably a few I thought.
It was then that I noticed the not as smiley one staring over in the corner at the trash bin. He wasn't smiling anymore, and he looked perplexed. I looked over to see what it was he was looking at, which meant that Elder Elderberry did the same.
Now let me back track for a second. Earlier in the day my Malaysian room mate Kenny came into the kitchen where I was cooking. He had his arm stretched out in front of him with a book in it and said, "do you know what this is?" I took it from him. On the cover it said "The Book of Mormon." I flipped through a couple of pages and noticed some writing with some names and dates and times in it.
"The guy on the street told me to read this," he pointed to some highlighted text in the book. "Why didn't you just tell him to get lost?" I said.
"I don't know, I'm too nice I guess, and he was really pushy," he said. "What does it mean? Who were those guys?"
"They're mormons," I said. "They probably want you to start a compound with them, marry a few wives, pop out a few dozen children, you know... give tithing... all that good stuff." He didn't laugh. He turned around and started walking out. As he was leaving I heard him say, "I don't understand. I'm a Taoist." I laughed a little as I made my pasta.
Ok, now flash forward a few hours, and I'm standing in the kitchen with the two mormons, and we're all staring over at the overflowing trash bin, and what was laying on top with an aluminum foil seal from a container of yogurt stuck to the cover of it? You guessed it... the Book of Mormon. I definitely wasn't expecting to see that, and part of me wanted to laugh at the irony, but instead I could thing of to say was, "oh shit."
Nobody said anything for a few seconds, which felt like longer of course because of relativity, and the fact that the faster the thoughts travel through you mind the more time stands still (at least that's how I think it works), so I look over at the less smiley one at this point who is completely frozen and sullen, and I realize that this is more of a big deal to these guys than I initially thought.
I started to feel really bad at this point, and I was about to say something about the fickleness of insouciant youth when Elder No Smiles stands up suddenly and says, "Fuck!" sending the chair flying back toward the wall behind him. He lunges at the bin and grabs the Book of Mormon, taking the yogurt wrapper from the front of it and wiping it on his pant leg. He looks at me angrily. But not like he's angry at me, more like he's hurt.
I start to feel worse than bad at this point. I start to feel empathetic, which is worse because now I 'think' I understand where he's coming from. I picture myself in an foreign country, trying to do what I think is right, trying to communicate the thing that defines me as a person; gets me up in the morning; gives me purpose. I see people slamming the door in my face. I see people back home not understanding what I'm going through. The cold weather, the stupid suit, the kids backpack, the cheap bicycle, the dumb name tag. Everybody thinking my first name is Elder, and me hiding behind these things like a righteous crusader; starting to hate people even though I should love them; growing indignant. Resenting everyone for sending me here, my family, my elders, the church, and clinging to one thing to get me through on a daily basis - the word, my faith.
Everything else faded away at that point; only our stares.
"Lets go," Elder Elderberry said, as he grabbed his buddy by the shoulder; neither one of them looking at me as they walked out of the room.
I heard the door to the hallway open and close.
I let out a sigh, shook my head from side to side, and took a long drink from my cup of coffee.
"Does Kenny live here?" one of them said.
"No man, not on this floor at least," I said. They didn't seem to mind. They were just happy to meet another American. As it turns out they hadn't seen one in over six months, and since they were from Utah, and I was from New Mexico, the fact that our states touched somehow created an instant brotherly bond between us in their eyes.
They were standing over my bed smiling, and I was out of it. I had been taking a nap between studying for finals, and I was wiping my eyes and looking for a tee shirt. They didn't seem to care that they had woken me up, and I may have been too out of it to tell them to get lost, but we were brothers after all, so I invited them into the kitchen for a cup of tea. "Or maybe you'd like a cup of coffee?" I said.
"We don't drink anything with caffeine in it," the smiliest of the two said. I noticed his name tag on his jacket then, it said Elder Elderberry, but he didn't look a day over twenty one, so I asked him how old he was and he said, "nineteen." I asked him if the guy who made is name tag stuttered, and he said, "uh,, no,, what do you mean?"
Because it says "Elder Elderberry..." He kept smiling. "Forget it, lame joke," I said, "I'm half asleep still.
The other one, who hadn't said anything up until this point asked me how old I was. I told them twenty eight and they both looked surprised, but didn't stop smiling, a look that may seem difficult to pull off, but they managed anyway. Elder Elderberry said, "you look so young dude."
"Yeah, but i began life as an old man," I said, "and in another quarter century or so I will be but a tiny fetus." They didn't seem to know what the hell I was talking about. At this point I had made my coffee, and asked them if they wanted a glass of water or something. They said no, and I wondered if that was standard procedure, not talking drinks from people I mean, and decided that it was probably so. I wondered how many people they offended in Wales by saying no to a cup of tea, probably a few I thought.
It was then that I noticed the not as smiley one staring over in the corner at the trash bin. He wasn't smiling anymore, and he looked perplexed. I looked over to see what it was he was looking at, which meant that Elder Elderberry did the same.
Now let me back track for a second. Earlier in the day my Malaysian room mate Kenny came into the kitchen where I was cooking. He had his arm stretched out in front of him with a book in it and said, "do you know what this is?" I took it from him. On the cover it said "The Book of Mormon." I flipped through a couple of pages and noticed some writing with some names and dates and times in it.
"The guy on the street told me to read this," he pointed to some highlighted text in the book. "Why didn't you just tell him to get lost?" I said.
"I don't know, I'm too nice I guess, and he was really pushy," he said. "What does it mean? Who were those guys?"
"They're mormons," I said. "They probably want you to start a compound with them, marry a few wives, pop out a few dozen children, you know... give tithing... all that good stuff." He didn't laugh. He turned around and started walking out. As he was leaving I heard him say, "I don't understand. I'm a Taoist." I laughed a little as I made my pasta.
Ok, now flash forward a few hours, and I'm standing in the kitchen with the two mormons, and we're all staring over at the overflowing trash bin, and what was laying on top with an aluminum foil seal from a container of yogurt stuck to the cover of it? You guessed it... the Book of Mormon. I definitely wasn't expecting to see that, and part of me wanted to laugh at the irony, but instead I could thing of to say was, "oh shit."
Nobody said anything for a few seconds, which felt like longer of course because of relativity, and the fact that the faster the thoughts travel through you mind the more time stands still (at least that's how I think it works), so I look over at the less smiley one at this point who is completely frozen and sullen, and I realize that this is more of a big deal to these guys than I initially thought.
I started to feel really bad at this point, and I was about to say something about the fickleness of insouciant youth when Elder No Smiles stands up suddenly and says, "Fuck!" sending the chair flying back toward the wall behind him. He lunges at the bin and grabs the Book of Mormon, taking the yogurt wrapper from the front of it and wiping it on his pant leg. He looks at me angrily. But not like he's angry at me, more like he's hurt.
I start to feel worse than bad at this point. I start to feel empathetic, which is worse because now I 'think' I understand where he's coming from. I picture myself in an foreign country, trying to do what I think is right, trying to communicate the thing that defines me as a person; gets me up in the morning; gives me purpose. I see people slamming the door in my face. I see people back home not understanding what I'm going through. The cold weather, the stupid suit, the kids backpack, the cheap bicycle, the dumb name tag. Everybody thinking my first name is Elder, and me hiding behind these things like a righteous crusader; starting to hate people even though I should love them; growing indignant. Resenting everyone for sending me here, my family, my elders, the church, and clinging to one thing to get me through on a daily basis - the word, my faith.
Everything else faded away at that point; only our stares.
"Lets go," Elder Elderberry said, as he grabbed his buddy by the shoulder; neither one of them looking at me as they walked out of the room.
I heard the door to the hallway open and close.
I let out a sigh, shook my head from side to side, and took a long drink from my cup of coffee.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
the little island of Mallorca
Don't ask me how I managed to put it off blogging about it for so long.. Mallorca was a wicked awesome trip and worth mentioning. It was kind of an impromptu thing back in early December; bmibaby.com was having a special on flights to the little Spanish island in the Mediterranean and friend and I decided that it was time to get away from the dreary weather of Wales and go exploring for a bit, so with just a few days of trip planning and backpack in tote we set off to take in some sun, eat some tapas, and relax before our final papers for the semester were do.
We got in late on a Monday night and took a cab to the hostel we had booked. I've gotta mention that there was a moment were the driver took us through the most run down part of Playa, which felt more like a trip through border town Mexico (oh how I miss those trips to Juarez) than the Meditoranian gem that were looking forward to, where we both looked at eachother and silently mouthed a "what the f*#@." The moment was however short lived, as the road took us down to the beach and to our hostel.
Side Note, aka hostel plug: [Colin and, and... oh well I cant remember the other guys name, were a couple of blokes from the UK who decided they wanted to live the dream, so they moved to Spain and opened a little hostel, which was actually more like a hotel with separate rooms and showers and what not, all for 15euro a night (Mallorca turned out to be uber cheap - ill get to more of that in a minute...).]
With our hostel and everything in check we spent the next couple days exploring the towns of Arenal, and Palma. Everywhere we went we saw these signs. Im not so good at spanish, but i think they had something to do with the holidays. -hehe
Jensina outside the La Sui Palma Cathedral
We were eager to see the rest of the island and decided to rent a car (35euro for 5 days thru www.doyouspain.com - told you spain was cheap!) You can pretty much get anywhere on the island in less than an hour, so we picked a little blue thing that I decided to pose on
and Jencina managed to wreck into a fence - ha
Driving around and checking things out turned out to be the highlight of the trip. The island has a maze of little roads that wind through orange, walnut, and olive groves to secluded little beaches.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
extremely loud and incredibly close - a review'ish
I finally finished Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. I was sad to see it go because it's been a good friend these last few months, sitting on my night stand, sometimes on top of other books, sometimes under them, sometimes with a glass of water on it, or a cup of tea. I was only able to digest it in small doses. I put the it down to read other books in the last three months. I read, The Road Less Travelled, Edward Bond's Lear, The Sun Also Rises, Trout Fishing in America, The Dharma Bums, Letters to a Young Poet, The Art of Happyness, The Crying of Lot 49, The British Abroad - The Grand Tour, and 4 Shakespeare Plays. None of which I've felt compelled to blog about. Im not sure why this is, but I wrote the person who recommended this book to me on October 10th and said that "if ever there was a book that was written for the sole purpose of making a grown man cry it would be this on," and I meant it.
The book evokes an emotional response based upon a few basic triggers. There's the dad son relationship thing that always gets me. There's the 9/11 thing that of course is sad. There's the impossible love story. The tortured artist. The scared kid. The grieving wife. The grieving mother. The grieving everybody. The more I write about these things now though, the more I feel tricked. And I guess that's something that I must have picked up on earlier when I wrote that line to a friend - that the book feels somewhat contrived. If I was to make a list of everything that I could think of to get an emotion out of somebody, it would include the things I just listed. This should make me upset. I should feel tricked, and in some ways I do, but Jonathan Safran Foer's greatest accomplishment in my opinion, is that a person can read this book knowing all of these things and not care. Which is to say that it doesn't get in the way.
And it's not all sad, there's mystery, and there's adventure, and discovery, and colorful writing, and incredible witticisms from a clever nine year old. Oskar (the protagonist) is my hero. Maybe it's because, like Oskar I read as far as I could into A Brief History of Time when I was younger, and had to put it down partly because the math was getting too hard, and partly because it was giving me to much anxiety. Maybe its because he's incredibly funny, and I wish I could have come up with the line "Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake." Whatever the reason, I'm not embarrassed to say that I want to be like a nine year old, and though I'm sure it will give you heavy boots to read it, as it did me, i highly recommend it.
cheers,
nate
The book evokes an emotional response based upon a few basic triggers. There's the dad son relationship thing that always gets me. There's the 9/11 thing that of course is sad. There's the impossible love story. The tortured artist. The scared kid. The grieving wife. The grieving mother. The grieving everybody. The more I write about these things now though, the more I feel tricked. And I guess that's something that I must have picked up on earlier when I wrote that line to a friend - that the book feels somewhat contrived. If I was to make a list of everything that I could think of to get an emotion out of somebody, it would include the things I just listed. This should make me upset. I should feel tricked, and in some ways I do, but Jonathan Safran Foer's greatest accomplishment in my opinion, is that a person can read this book knowing all of these things and not care. Which is to say that it doesn't get in the way.
And it's not all sad, there's mystery, and there's adventure, and discovery, and colorful writing, and incredible witticisms from a clever nine year old. Oskar (the protagonist) is my hero. Maybe it's because, like Oskar I read as far as I could into A Brief History of Time when I was younger, and had to put it down partly because the math was getting too hard, and partly because it was giving me to much anxiety. Maybe its because he's incredibly funny, and I wish I could have come up with the line "Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake." Whatever the reason, I'm not embarrassed to say that I want to be like a nine year old, and though I'm sure it will give you heavy boots to read it, as it did me, i highly recommend it.
cheers,
nate
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
english / welsh accents
I was at a dinner part at some friends' house a while back tried to catch some accents on video. What I ended up getting was mainly a bunch of people eating, but in between the bites of food I picked up a few accents, and it was nevertheless entertaining.
And even though Im sure they're gonna kill me for putting this on the blog, here it is... (sorry guys!)
And even though Im sure they're gonna kill me for putting this on the blog, here it is... (sorry guys!)
quiet in the village
The semesters over! and all's quiet in the student village right now. Most of my American friends have left for good (miss you guys already) and everyone else has gone home - well except for my asian homies (its too far for most of them to make the trip), and one Canadian girl. But thats pretty much it.
So, Im using this time to catch up a bit on the blog. I've been kind of ambivalent about the whole blogging thing in general, but I've gotten comments from a few people on the lack of updates, and by the looks of the counter at the bottom of the page, at least a few people have been checking it out (or accidentally clicking on it, which I guess is entirely possible), so I guess I'll keep at it for a while. I'm planning to put a few postings up here pretty quickly, if not tonight then tomorrow. There's lots to blog about, here's a glimps of what's to come...
- there's the trip to Mallorca, Spain a few weeks ago
- the pictures from the 3 London trips I've taken so far
- the dinner party video that I took to try and capture some of the different accents
- the story about the Londoner and the African that we went clubbing with in Picadilly Circus
- and the picture of my flat mates that I've been meaning to throw up on here, so you can see who I'm living with - actually why don't I just throw that up now...
Here's me with Ben and Stacey (aka my little welsh sister) on the first night we all moved in back in September...
So, Im using this time to catch up a bit on the blog. I've been kind of ambivalent about the whole blogging thing in general, but I've gotten comments from a few people on the lack of updates, and by the looks of the counter at the bottom of the page, at least a few people have been checking it out (or accidentally clicking on it, which I guess is entirely possible), so I guess I'll keep at it for a while. I'm planning to put a few postings up here pretty quickly, if not tonight then tomorrow. There's lots to blog about, here's a glimps of what's to come...
- there's the trip to Mallorca, Spain a few weeks ago
- the pictures from the 3 London trips I've taken so far
- the dinner party video that I took to try and capture some of the different accents
- the story about the Londoner and the African that we went clubbing with in Picadilly Circus
- and the picture of my flat mates that I've been meaning to throw up on here, so you can see who I'm living with - actually why don't I just throw that up now...
Here's me with Ben and Stacey (aka my little welsh sister) on the first night we all moved in back in September...
Sunday, November 30, 2008
study abroad election interview
A few weeks ago, before the election, one of the exchange students from Ohio interviewed a few of us about whether or not we felt disconnected from the election coverage, and i got my 15 seconds of pseudo-fame - hehe. Check it out...
http://www.palestra.net/videos/play/17986)
http://www.palestra.net/videos/play/17986)
Saturday, November 22, 2008
live gig @ milkwood jam *video
In a new town far away, and with the encouragement of new friends - and my flatmates where no doubt tired of just hearing me sing in my room, i finally got up the nerve to get on stage and do an open mic night with my guitar and belt out some of the songs ive written over the years. Milkwood Jam is a local venue here in Swansea that has an open mic night on Wednesdays for singer songwriters. Here's the video (thanks big time to dan for taking it!)...
10 seconds wide
she's not alone
10 seconds wide
she's not alone
Monday, November 10, 2008
kurt vonnegut - rules for writing fiction
a friend of mine posted this somewhere today and figured it was worth throwing on here...
Eight rules for writing fiction:
1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things — reveal character or advance the action.
5. Start as close to the end as possible.
6. Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
- Vonnegut, Kurt Vonnegut, Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction (New York: G.P. Putnam’s Sons 1999), 9-10.
Eight rules for writing fiction:
1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things — reveal character or advance the action.
5. Start as close to the end as possible.
6. Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
- Vonnegut, Kurt Vonnegut, Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction (New York: G.P. Putnam’s Sons 1999), 9-10.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
vote day. yay!
i stayed up all night watching the election in the little pub here in the student village - a decent crowed of international students showed up. I've gotta say, im so damn proud of my country right now! I wish i was back home, so i could feel the excitement from the inside, instead of feeling more like an american observer than a participant. I did get my absentee ballot to the county clerk on monday though, so i guess i can say i've taken part. -I will wearing a big smile today. cheers america, nate.
Monday, November 3, 2008
i dropped my earbud in my coffee
i dropped one of my new earbuds in my coffee this morning, the right one i think. which sucks because i just bought a good new pair that i really like - a vast improvement on the tiny, ringy-pingy mess that the stock ipod ones are. before i did though, i listened to one of my new favourite podcasts - its from the theMoth.com who does a weekly podcast of people who do an unscripted and note-less short storytelling at a venue in NY. i listened to the one from 8/25 this morning. you should too - its good stuff, seriously.
cheers,
nate
cheers,
nate
Sunday, November 2, 2008
okkervil river in britain
my favorite band is crossing the pond - i couldn't be more excited - gonna see them in london on february 11th! Im doing my best to get an interview for the radio station, so wish me luck. If your not an Okkervil River fan you should be...
p.s. please don't p2p their stuff. d-load it here... The Stand Ins
(or where ever, just don't pirate it!)
p.s. please don't p2p their stuff. d-load it here... The Stand Ins
(or where ever, just don't pirate it!)
Friday, October 31, 2008
all jacked up on flu meds
im still feeling sick today, can't sleep, and im all jacked up on some weird british version of theraflu. One decent thing has come out of this tho - i just watched a really good movie. It kind of reminds me of the movie Wonderboys with michael douglas. speaking of michael douglas, I met some older ladies the other night when i was having curry with some friends who said that they were just at his and catherine zeta jones's house earlier in the week for their nine year old daughters birthday - small world. catherine zeta jones is from wales in case you didn't know, and they apparently have a big house up on the hill in Mumbles - (where i go windsurfing every week.)
Anyway. the movies called Smart People
and it's got that girl from juno in it and dennis quaid. and i kind of pirated it off the internet and feel kinda bad about it -so somebody buy it please! so then i won't feel so bad. it also reminds me of the book by richard ford called The Sportswriter,
which i highly recommend because its probably one of the best contemporary fiction books ive ever read.
alright, i think the beds calling me again, so im gonna go, but see the movie -its good stuff.
Anyway. the movies called Smart People
and it's got that girl from juno in it and dennis quaid. and i kind of pirated it off the internet and feel kinda bad about it -so somebody buy it please! so then i won't feel so bad. it also reminds me of the book by richard ford called The Sportswriter,which i highly recommend because its probably one of the best contemporary fiction books ive ever read. alright, i think the beds calling me again, so im gonna go, but see the movie -its good stuff.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
freshers flu. haiku.
I'm sick again - and by 'sick' i mean 'ill' because i've been corrected here for saying so. This must be the fourth time i've gotten the freshers flu in the last two months. I swear i've been taking my vitamins ma! So now I'm in bed, trying to sleep, but sleep won't come. I wrote a few haiku's about it...
bring on the pillows
hot - cold and all over yuck
chicken soup my soul
maybe just lay here
fuss with covers, sweat, and snot
write-off the new day
sleep won't come tonight
tissues cover bed and floor
good gobbiddie goo
bring on the pillows
hot - cold and all over yuck
chicken soup my soul
maybe just lay here
fuss with covers, sweat, and snot
write-off the new day
sleep won't come tonight
tissues cover bed and floor
good gobbiddie goo
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
beach / gower
I sleep with my blinds open at night in the hopes that the sun will come out in the morning and wake me with a wave of light. As you can imagine, it doesn't happen too often here, but it did this morning, and since the sun is out, im heading to the beach. So here's some recent beach pics of the bay here in swansea and some of the gower that i took when Tim came out and visited this last week, so you can appreciate what ill be appreciating here in a bit...
Saturday, October 25, 2008
swansea - city center - pics
in case you might be wondering what swansea looks like, i took a few random pics when i was downtown yesterday...
sunday = news/politics day
tomorrow (sunday) is looking like a pretty busy day... im doing an interview on overseas voting with a girl from ohio who appearently does reporting for fox news, so that should be interesting. Then im gonna be sitting in with the news radio show to talk about american politics, and maybe comment on what little i know about british news and such - you can listen in online if you wanna - its from 1 to 3pm... www.xtremeradio.org
side note: i filled out my absentee ballot, but haven't sent it off yet becuase it needs to be notorized and appearently they don't have notories over here because when i asked at the bank, and at the post office they didn't know what the heck i was talking about! If anyone has a clue about what i can do about this let me know. Otherwise i think im going to have to just call the county clerk in albuquerque on monday.
cheers,
nate
side note: i filled out my absentee ballot, but haven't sent it off yet becuase it needs to be notorized and appearently they don't have notories over here because when i asked at the bank, and at the post office they didn't know what the heck i was talking about! If anyone has a clue about what i can do about this let me know. Otherwise i think im going to have to just call the county clerk in albuquerque on monday.
cheers,
nate
Thursday, October 23, 2008
radio show
i stumbled into the studio on campus today for my first official radio show! i've teamed up with an english girl who did an exchange at UNM last year and we're doing a show from 3 -5 on thursdays. we play music on the show, throw out random trivia, and even have a guinness challenge where run down and slam a pint at the pub below the studio -gotta love the whole european pub on campus thing! So, if you want to check it out you can listen live online if you like during that time, or you can even listen to past shows via the website... www.xtremeradio.org - (just so you know, in order to get it to stream on your computer you're probably going to have to click on the "how to listen" tab, and scrole down and click on the mp3 streaming link on the bottom of the page)
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
absentee ballot
alright, got my ballot in today! they sent it to me via email and im meant to print it out, sign it, scan it, and send it back. gotta love that. it's giving me time to research who im going to vote for in the local elections. Thea sent me the link to the alibi's voter guide so that should help. thanks sis. im a bit impressed by how simple the whole process is - almost as impressed as i am by this...
... gotta love good ol lazy americans.
... gotta love good ol lazy americans.
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