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Mar. 15th, 2009 | 04:39 pm

I was just thinking that it's cool that I've had this livejournal since 2002. I like the time capsule it's become. Of course, this lj is a living testament to just how not cool I am. Oh well.

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Jan. 12th, 2006 | 06:42 pm
mood: self conscious

P.S: I can be a really pompous ass.

The end.

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In the rare class this meets another's eyes

Jan. 12th, 2006 | 04:02 pm

I find it disturbing that I have such a random assortment of entries on my public journal, so in an effort to distance myself from that which has taken place so long ago, I inexplicably feel a need to add to the random sampling the anonymous public is allowed to see of my life:

I am an Honors undergrad at the Ohio State University.

I am majoring in English and History. My interests within those fields, specializing further every day, are, generally--literary theory (we shall see what kind as I develop knowledge and opinions, quite possibly cognitive literary theory) and, within History, intellectual and cultural movements.

At this point in my life, schoolwork takes up most of my time and energy. I've very happy with this. Literary pursuits have always fulfilled me.

Beyond schoolwork I travel frequently within the United States and abroad, especially to North Dakota and Norway, respectively.

Basically--we all change. There are numerous things about my life that have changed drastically in the past couple years, yet there is a continuity to my identity that is essential to identity itself. I am still who I was, yet I'm not. I will be who I will become.

The Philosophy they're teaching me shall soon corrupt my brain and I will live nowhere but in an academic dream world.

Amen.

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Advice

Sep. 27th, 2004 | 08:58 pm

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Friends Only

Feb. 3rd, 2004 | 11:52 pm
mood: shy dork

For privacy reasons, I've converted my livejournal to friends only. If for some inexplicable reason you take interest in my life, you are welcome to leave a comment and I may consider adding you to my limited circle of confidantes.

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Cold Article

Feb. 2nd, 2004 | 03:41 pm
mood: I'm really going to go eat now

This article was published in the Grand Forks Herald the other day. It captures much of the northern-midwestern spirit. Me likes it.

Feb. 01, 2004
MATTERS AT HAND: The cold in life, literature and lore

By Mike Jacobs

The cold is so large a presence in our lives that it is not surprising that it is so large a part of our imaginations.

Heat is often a central character in southern literature, and cold is often an active force in our own.

O.E. Rolvaag makes the cold a killer in
"Giants in the Earth." Though Rolvaag homesteaded in what is now South Dakota, his great novel stands as the classic telling of the Norwegian immigrant experience on the Great Plains, and so, North Dakota has adopted it.
Lois Phillips Hudson uses a radio reporter's recitation of cold temperatures on North Dakota's coldest day to increase the sense of isolation and foreboding in her Depression era novel "Bones of Plenty."
Likewise, Louise Erdrich, a modern novelist, uses the cold as a leitmotif in her fiction. The cold makes an appearance in the opening pages of "Love Medicine," her first and best known work, and it reappears to help frame place and story in such other works as "The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse" and "Tracks."
The weather is cold, or at least chilly, in Larry Woiwode's "Beyond the Bedroom Wall," and it is frigid in Larry Watson's "Montana 1948" a North
Dakota novel despite its title.
Aside from the Holy Spirit, the cold is the main character in Leif Enger's novel "Peace Like a River." Enger is a Minnesotan; time in his novel is divided between Minnesota and North Dakota.
For Thomas McGrath, North Dakota's great poet, the weather is a useful in evoking spirit and emotion. Here is a small sample from "Letter to an
Imaginary Friend:"

"The more the snow falls, the more my
heart feels empty."

Likely this speaks for every Midwesterner who has pressed an anxious face to a window and felt minimized by that great force on the
other side of the glass:
The weather.
Still we have managed to embrace the cold. Friday afternoon, Betty Feltman, one of our advertising reps, organized the staff to bundle up,
brave the cold and stand on a snowbank for a photograph. Her suggested caption: "At 40 below, the staff of the Grand Forks Herald has frozen our assets." She plans to send the photograph to Knight-Ridder's employee newsletter.
The ice-fishing tournament is another direct challenge to the cold. Probably hockey first appealed to people as a challenge to the cold, as well. Of course, it's matured into something quite different in places as cold as Grand Forks and as hot as Phoenix.
Individuals make their own cold weather stories. In Grand Forks, coffee drinker Dan Dahl took a picture of the straw that froze to his car door when he spilled a coffee drink against it. Chicagoan John Jaspar, in town on a business trip, tossed boiling water into the air just to see what would happen. All of us who've done that treasure the surprising crack and the twinkle as the vapor turns instantly to ice, passing from vapor to liquid to solid in a split second.
My uncle, Court Schubert, recorded North Dakota's lowest temperature, 60 below, at Parshal in 1936. He said saliva aimed at the ground froze en route.
In pursuit of my own story, I ventured out before dawn Friday, at about the time the thermometer reached 44 below, the coldest temperature recorded in Grand Forks and the coldest I have ever experienced.
The cold and the silence were total, the air crystalline and the ground shrouded in a layer of low fog. Apparently this was resulted when the
snow gave up its warmth to the frigid air.
It was a splendid moment.
It may be that the economic developers can't market them, but such moments are part of North Dakota's appeal to me.

Personally, I would change that last sentence to: "It may be that economic developer can't market them, but to me, such moments are part of North Dakota's appeal." So let's just pretend it was that, shall we?

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"In other news: my hair is in this bag"

Feb. 2nd, 2004 | 03:07 pm
mood: hungry and kind of disturbed

In History today Mr. Kirchhoff used a Mike quote in explaining patriotism:

"There are two kinds of patriotism. The first is when a person views their country as a parent figure who can do no wrong. The second is when a person loves their country so much that they want their country to overcome and correct its wrongs."

See why I fell for him? John and his cronies immediately slandered Mike upon hearing this, of course which is all the more reason for admiration.

Oh, another quote, this is hilarious, though a bit disturbing:

AVL in Chemistry: "In other news: my hair is in this bag." *shock, horror, gasp* "See, people always get freaked out about that and I don't understand why. I mean, you see a piece of hair somewhere and you go 'ew' because you don't know where that hair's been, who it belongs to. But this hair, this is mine. It went straight from my head to the bag. I do it as a safety precaution. You know, so people can't get a hold of it and use it for voodoo dolls and whatnot. Yeah, I keep it under my bed."

AVL is unique. If you're wondering: AVL is Adam, from Dance, black kid who break dances and might have been gay but is not. He's special, in so many ways. XD

Now I'm afraid to use the phrase "in other news"

But..yeah..

I need to:
Do math homework
Study for History test
Write and send Swan letter (I had it written and then I lost it. Leave me alone!)
Remind Carolyn to bring Harry and the Potters and meet me somewhere during the day
Write Trilby
Write R/S
Watch American Idol because I'm pathetic and it entertains me

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I stole from Lads. XD

Jan. 29th, 2004 | 06:17 pm
mood: ID cards SUX



create your own visited states map
or write about it on the open travel guide

I need to go south and northeast XD



create your own visited country map
or write about it on the open travel guide

That world map makes me feel small. Ah, well, 3% down, 97% to go XD

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Jan. 26th, 2004 | 03:01 pm

Today I got a few things done, anyway. I put up my postcards from Norway's National Gallery in my room. Man, I love that place. Most of the postcards I got are of the romantic period. Here, look at them:

http://www.museumsnett.no/nasjonalgalleriet/flash_versjon_engelsk/slideshows.htm#

Click on the From Romanticism to Realism slideshow. The first painting is my favorite--it's ten times more impressive in real life. It takes up a whole wall.

It amuses me that dark colors are so prevalent in much of Norwegian art. It's so beautiful and melancholy...

Norwegians have a proven predisposition toward depression no matter where they live or what the season is--they don't know what causes it. But Norwegians are famous for their fatalism as well as for their powerful landscapes and it shows through their art.

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Nerd's Baby Is Born.

Jan. 26th, 2004 | 12:08 pm
mood: trapped
music: Evile Demented Clown Music Torture

Andrea's whining to mom about something. She's so obnoxious, I swear. *aggravated sigh*

Oh, she snaps out of it really fast when I mock her. *cackle* Those are such fake tears.

This morning I got four calls before ten o'clock. What the hell is that?! It's a snow day, people! If I sound drowsy on the phone, it's because I am.

She's playing the Demented Clown Music again! Gahalsdfjaksdlfj! Nuuuuu! *slams door*

It's such a joy being stuck in the house with Andrea. Really, joy. Can you sense my joy? Oh, so happy. :p

In other news: Bendik and his girlfriend Ragnilde had their baby yesterday, three weeks early. It's a boy: Herman. That name sounds better when pronounced in Norwegian but still...that poor child is going to be teased so much. Especially if he gets Bendik's red hair and glasses. XD Congratulations to them.

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