This is what happens when we talk about stuff. This time it was about Rock on the Range and seeing Bush.
Month: January 2013
Two Gallants
Doug Fir Lounge
Portland, OR (obviously (eye roll))
1/19/2013
So this past Saturday I went to my first concert here in Portland (I feel like this should have happened way sooner, but Grad school commands just a bit of dedication…). I decided to tag along with my friend Ashley to see one of her favorite bands, Two Gallants, at the Doug Fir; a decked out lob cabin of sorts in in the basement of a hotel/restaurant. I would describe it as a cabin fit for Tom Haverford and Entertainment Seven Twenty (If you don’t get that reference, shame on you). Now I had never heard of TG, so I wasn’t really sure what I was getting into. For the record, there was definitely not a lack of beards, flannels, and sweet thrift store sweaters, but this is Portland so I’m pretty sure that happens almost everywhere.
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Cocks, Sacks, Boxes, and Nuts: Just Another Day in Grad School
Seriously, we talked about everything listed in the title in 2 hours. In fact, the word cock was said 34 times during those 120 minutes. However, since it was Qualitative Methods, it was relative to Geertz’s study of the Balinese and cock fighting.
So when you think cock, think of this:
Side note: I was so sad that I didn’t think to wear my awesome Modcloth rooster dress for class this day…
I think I will wear it next week in hopes that we have some over lay or recap of Geertz again. I want to feel like Miss Frizzle!
I think she would wholeheartedly approve of my rooster dress, even if no one else in class would appreciate it. It’s decided, the dress is happening nest week.
Onto Sacks, see it is capitalized because we were talking about…
The great Sociologist Harvey Sacks. (Didn’t see that coming did you. Suckers!)
Boxes and nuts weren’t as exciting. I think it was “in a nutshell” and of course, you can’t be in grad school without hearing the lovely, cliche phrase…
Probably not as exciting as you thought, but hey, it’s grad school. We aren’t that dirty. (At least in class…)
Young The Giant – St. Walker
I couldn’t help myself, so a double does of YtG it is. This is my favorite song right now, you should listen to it, enjoy it, and then get the CD (it’s a good’un). These dudes are definitely on my list of bands I need to see live. I am sad I missed out on them with Incubus (my favorite band ever). That would have been a sickkkkkk show.
Young the Giant- Apartment
Sameer has quickly made his way onto my favorite voices list. YtG kind of reminds me of Jimmy Eat World, but a less kitschy version. Also, check out My Body or if for some reason you live under a rock and haven’t heard Cough Syrup, check that one out too.
Binaries: Give me a 1, Give me a 0, Give me a 1, Give me a 0!
Binaries. My adorable and vertically challenged classmate friend Ashley brought them up in class once. Or maybe just it. Binary? I am too lazy to look up if it can be plural so YOU do some research and figure it out! Anyways, this is the reason I bring my laptop to class, so that when everyone in class who is smarter than me brings something up, I can Google it and try to act like I knew what they were talking about the whole time.
See, when I think of binary, I think of this:
…because I literally was required to learn to read and write binary code for Audio Production. Can I read it now? Not past “Hey, there is a bunch of 1’s and 0’s!”. Or 10s. Or 100’s.
So connecting binary code to a use of binary: on one side there is a 0 and on the other a 1. They are opposites and there can’t really be anything in between. Which is typically not how the world works, and why binaries (a binary?) are (is?) not an accurate or logical way to analyze things.
At least that is how I am choosing to apply this theory, because it sounds good to me.
Help me win the chance to blog about fashion!
I really really really want to win a chance to blog with @modcloth for a year to showcase that I can in fact, write charming and witty blog posts. If you know me, you know I love dresses and Modcloth so this combination would be perfect! If you don’t know me, well now you know that fact. I would get a dress a month and the chance to blog about styling that dress, which wouldbe featured on their website.
So help a girl’s dream come true would ya! I would love you forever and ever amen.
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You can’t spell ” I Have a Dream” without STD!
Well, technically you can, but you can’t spell the whole title of this blog entry without STD so I am counting that as a win. I am a terrible sleeper and my dog Tim usually walks around the bed throughout the night so that doesn’t help. I get anxious before I go to bed a lot and I also have this recurring dream that I drive to my old high school instead of taking the bus and I know that I have to get a parking permit, but I never really make it around to getting one so I am terrified that my car will get towed. I haven’t been in high school for 8 years, I always had a permit, and I am pretty sure you got a warning before getting towed so this dream s very irrational. And not even worth getting anxious over. The point of telling you about this dream was that I was nervous I was going to have it again last night. But instead I had a new one.
I somehow ended up bumpin’ uglies with my old co-worker Stamos. He’s younger than me so I mean old in the sense that we don’t work together anymore. And his real name is Kyle, but apparently when the ladies see him their panties just dissolve away, so they call him Stamos. I can’t confirm this legend, not even by my dream. See, the dream itself did not entail any of the dirty dirty. It was more like a movie when the people go into a room together and then they are magically in bed after the deed thinking, “What the hell did I just do”. That is apparently what I though in my dream, because I spend the rest of the dream asking Kyle Stamos Co-worker is he had ever been testing for any STDs. He said no, but I hounded him and eventually he confessed he did. He could have been lying though. Who knows. The moral of the story is, always wear protection even if you are just doing the horizontal shuffle in your dreams. And don’t let your panties dissolve ladies. Make sure they are cotton!
Imagine Dragons – Bleeding Out
So I recently had my friend Nicholas Lopez send me this CD because he is awesome, and I really dig it. Radioactive, which you may have heard on your radio if you are cool and listen to the radio and also live in a city with a station cool enough to play it, is my fave as well as this one. So, enjoy!
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