Category Archives: people i know

Anything having to do with my friends, the things we’ve done.

Better than Omega-3’s

A little shameless bragging and ruthless plugging:

It’s time to get resaturated, Pratt and I worked on his blog, Saturatedpratt and updated it to run WordPress.  Hopefully he’ll find it easier to post, making more frequent musing more available.  He’s already went through and entered all of his posts dating back to the year 2000…  an innocent and darling time for the interweb.  Take a gander, harass him to post semi-frequently, rather than semi-annually.

Like a grenade in a hotdog stand

Boy howdy, I’m tired.  Saturday, Pratt called and said he was going to be down in the area and wanted to know if I wanted to hang out.  I said, “sure” and made the off-hand comment about bringing his Playstation 3 down to the Grove.  Once he arrived around ten at night, we hooked up the PS3 and started to play his newly purchased Grand Theft Auto 4.  Actually, the PS3 had to download a bunch of things before we played, so we a sat and groused for twenty minutes while the machine downloaded and reset itself repeatedly.  Then we played.

It started out with us driving around, or shooting at random victims, the usual GTA past times.  Then, Pratt started picking on the hotdog vendor, blowing up his stand, hunting him down.  I started driving off of the tallest building.  And then we were suiciding.  We would take turns finding the best way to end of virtual life.  Pratt had fun running in to crowds with a unpinned grenade, I would blow myself off of the side of a building.  And all of these were enhanced by the slo-mo that takes place once you’ve passed on to the afterlife. 

At one point, I remember looking at the clock and seeing that it was three in the morning and thinking, “ok, I’ve got to get to bed after this last time.”  And then eventually at four I did make it to bed, which killed me for the rest of the weekend.  I was a essentially a zombie without the hunger pains for brains.  Four cups of coffee and a round of psuedophed, I was half-awake on the couch which led to me being non-verbal.  I feel bad for Jess ebcause she needed me to proof her final project for her class, hopefully I was coherent enough to read. 

This is just a continuation of my aging, I can’t do all-nighters and the rebound like I used to.  I just become mentally crippled and socially lobotomized… or at least more so than I usually am.

There is no dark side of the moon really

This weekend, Jess and I were over in Bend for her mom’s birthday.  One of the best things about their ranch is that it is far enough away to limit some of the light pollution from Bend and Redmond so you get a nice view of the stars.  As I was trying to fall asleep, I just laid there and looked out at the stars which reminded me of one of my first sleep-overs at Ben’s house

I must have been seven or eight when I first slept over at Ben’s house.  I’m sure we stayed up and played the Sega Genesis, mostly likely Joe Montana Football or Sonic the Hedgehog.  However, what I remember the most is once we were all set to go to sleep in Ben’s room; he had this cheap plastic telescope.  It was so cheap that it came with plastic slides that you could insert into the telescope to see stars, planets, and solar systems.  I’m sure this telescope had just under the required power to see the Andromeda Galaxy…. or our sun for that matter.  So Ben and I had that telescope out looking at stars, I think the telescope magnified them by at least 1.5 times.   I’m not sure what happened, but eventually we either became delirious or just ingested too much sugar because we both swore that we saw starts moving in crazy patterns. 

We let this become our obsession.  We grabbed blank pieces of paper and both of charted the stars erratic path.  We started having discussions on maybe it was an asteroid or a UFO.  We had convinced ourselves that we would be submitting this to Unsolved Mysteries (with Robert Stack) and they would appreciate all of this documentation so they could make the reenactment of us more realistic and factual.  We couldn’t wait to hear Stack’s baritone say, “Two boys in a little town of Woodburn, Oregon were innocently looking through their telescope one night and happened to find a most curious discovery.  What did Chris and Ben find?  How would it change their lives?” Of course, the show would break into commercial after the Stack lead-in because you have to keep the audience waiting through the commercials… you know they were going to be hooked after the intro.

I’m not sure if Ben and I were just Robert Stack-ophiles or if we never realized that when they haphazardly threw out head up against the telescope that it moved in an erratic motion. 

I wonder if Ben still has those charts.

Count the headlights out on the highway

 

Well, my first football season has come and gone. The Varsity team ends 4-6, effectively doubling their record from last year. An interesting stat is that we out numbered our opponents in first downs in all but one game. Our main running back ran for 323 yards in the last game, putting him not only at 1188 rushing yards on the year, but also almost 100 yards longer than the school record–which has been in place since 1992. We had two or three 2nd team All-league titles handed out, and a bunch of honorable mentions.

The JV team had a good year with a 7-2 record. For the freshman team it was a rebuilding year (seeing as there was no freshman team last year.) They went 2-5, but in their defense, 4 of those schools were 4A teams, and 2 of the teams even played some juniors against us.

In other news: I spent the weekend up in the north country of Oregon. Hung out with the fellas, doing a little Old Chicago followed by some NCAA Football 2006. Created a new team: Salt Lake State Shakers, who played in Morton Stadium. For the last half of the evening we all endured our horrible jokes of, “the defense looks shaken,” and, of course, the inevitable jokes about the Shaker religion and their furniture.

Anyways, since this week is civil war week (Oregon Ducks vs. Oregon State Beavers–not Union vs. Confederacy) here is a little graphic I made for my dad in celebration of the eventual trouncing of the Beavs:

 

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…and I’m the last one hanging around

Saturday was the greatest bachelor party that I have ever had (and the fact that this is my only one shouldn’t diminish that statement).In the Early Wynn suite, number 4, we watch the Mariners trounce the Oriels. I had an absolute blast. While the baseball game was good, it was more fun to hang around and talk with everyone.

I’m really appreciative for everyone who drove up to Seattle (or the 20 miles Susuk had to travel). It was a great time. I don’t think I’ll be able to go to a baseball game again and sit in a regular seat, this trip ruined me… I’m going to need a suite every time.

Thanks guys, it was a great send off!

 

but they don’t realize it’s so easy to break

While messing around on the interweb, guess what I find. Proof of my alcoholism, well, actually, proof of Nicole, Andrew, and my trip to the brewfest a couple of months ago:

Andrew, Nicole, and I @ the brewfest

That was good night, except for the chili beer (the pepper, not the pseudo-soup)… which I highly un-recommend, unless you want to see someone have an involuntary clinching of every facial muscle, then go for it.

Here is the KLCC page. I can proudly say I imbibed the first, second, and third place beer, and all the runner-ups… including Ms. Beer Congeniality.

With pride, I can say that I made it the entire night without breaking my complementary small beer glass, as did Nicole. Andrew came close, but as we were walking out of the door he dropped his. It bounced one, twice, even three times, on the fourth attempted bounce it smashed. Andrew took his round of applause from the other beerists with grace, then slyly he took one of the “left over” glasses–that is, the glasses that people used and decided not take home.

A classy night for all.

I never ever saw the northern lights

Another twenty hours in the car and I am back in Eugene.

A rather recent plan was hatched by Pratt and Derek Bell to go catch the Cal/Oregon game down in Berkely. Thankfully, the plan for them to leave Portland after 4:30 in the afternoon was scrapped for a much more reasonable 11:00 am. We had a pretty good 10 hour drive, with a stop outside of Roseburg and a gas break in Weed. I’d like to mention that none of us wanted to stop there because it’s reputation as an obligatory college trip stop. I promise, no picture of “weed” bearing road signs were taken. Not a single marijuana joke was had.

We rolled into San Fransico about 10:30 at night. We stayed at the luxurious South San Fransico Motel Six off of South Airport Blvd. and Mitchell. Quickly, we renamed it to the “Motel Sketch.” It wasn’t neccesarily the duct tape holding down the carpet, nor the two cops I saw either leaving or parked in the parking lot, or even the guy leaning out of a window just so he could smoke from the third floor…. really, it wasn’t horribly generic white cardboard packaged condom in the snack vending machine, bearing an aptly named black ink “CONDOM” label. Our room was small, and without the roll out bed that we were promise (my back is still protesting two nights on the floor), it was even without shampoo or more than one bar of soap. There wasn’t even a clock in the room, but I assure you, if there had been an alarm clock–it would have been adorned with a mysterious (yet impresively large) crusty stain to match the blankets on the beds, the floor, and the brown/black stain on the pillows. I think “Motel Sketch” is apt.

We hit up the local SFO Lyon’s for breakfast an beer, of which I had two. Two beers, not two breakfasts. Eventually Giovanni showed up, we all hung around eating our respective meals, drinking our respective beers. We ventured into the local Food Mart at a gas station or buy all of the things that were lacking from our hotel room.

On Saturday, we hopped on the BART (the bay area’s response to the MAX) and road into Berekly to meet up with Gio. It was remarkable how many Duck fans were on the train and at the football game. The Oregon fans could easily compete with the noise of the home team’s crowd. The people around us were really nice and very funny. They even liked my Greg Miller inspired sign of “You can duck a bear but you can’t bear a duck“, which was held up on every good Oregon play. With the true conviction and follow through of every Oregon football team, we lost. But we had fun doing it. Memorial stadium was a nice venue, first opened in 1921, it really hasn’t been touched after that date. The seats are a warped version of planks which offered the least amount leg room possible. But a good time none the less.

We stopped by Gio’s house to meet his parents, then they lumped on the hospitality–no offense to my other friends, but Gio’s parents are the coolest, no other parent has given me beer and smoked salmon within 5 minutes of walking in the door and then offered me San Fransico 49er tickets. Later that night we hit up an adult answer to Chuck E. Cheese’s, “Dave and Barry’s”. We played video games, we drank beer, we had good food… it just doesn’t get better than that.

Sunday morning we hit the road back to Oregon. All in all, a great trip–not long enough, I would have like to have seen some more of the bay area, but there is always next time. And by next time, I mean no more 10 hours in the car, I’ll cough up some money to fly, anything to avoid the car.

I need a photo opportunity, I need a shot at redemption

Over this past week I’ve had a sprinkling of social life–it’s nice for a change. I had the pleasure of having a very nice lunch with Shelby at the Glennwood. Through a couple of reschedules we finally got to hang out. Definitely a good time. Talked mostly about wedding stuff which makes everything seem so close but not close enough. It’s nice to know that not all of my Eugene friends have fled, although I know that I am the next one to fly.

On Saturday, Derek Bell helped me out by using my dad’s ticket at the U of O football game. He drove down extra early so we could enjoy various pitchers of libations. A couple of pitchers from Rennie’s we were ready for the game. The weirdest thing about Rennie’s was that we were the youngest people in there. Most of the people looked like the sad remains of a by gone greek community (not of the Greece origin). The game was excellent, my favorite part was when the Arizona coach threw a ten minute tantrum in the middle of field drawing a unsportsman-like penalty. I was hoping for him to get tossed but to no avail. We can all have dreams, can’t we? We ended up spending halftime with a combination of Amy and Chad (Chron-Chron). Third quarter was consumed with conversation with Andrew and Nicole in the Muschavsky center. All around a good time.

I then drove to the ‘Burn to hang out with his Prattness. My parents’ dog was beyond needy. Since Pratt was using my room (he was watching the house) to sleep, *shudder*, I slept in my parents’ room which was the weirdest feeling I’ve ever had. I think the awkwardness of being in that room alone kept me up for a couple of hours.

As well, I have now “ripped” all of my cds, thanks to Itunes, and are now on my computer. One goal for this term completed.

so the room must listen to me filibuster vigilantly

…and thus ends another day at the ballpark with Pratt. Got up mighty early for a day game and headed off for the emerald city. We ended up meeting Miller and his two pals from back east. I think that it was a bad omen when you walk into a stadium with thousands of people you can quickly find Greg at the very top of very highest seats, prancing around with his shirt off having his buds draw a smiley face on his bare torso. This was in addition to the permanent marker scrawling of “I [heart] the M’s.” Miller was given an additional slogan about loving various other things, but he decided that it was too much and adorned his Arizona State University t-shirt (which makes him a traitor). Miller was also the champion of the slow clap–for those of you not in the know, the slow clap is a loud clap that starts off slow and increases in speed until you’re… well… clapping. Greg tried to initiate the slow clap at least 15 times, with the greatest number of participants peaked at 7, at best. Greg will have to live with starting the slow clap at PGE park… his crowning glory, I’m sure. Pratt and I drove back south after the game hitting traffic that would be dreadfully bad traffic by Portland standards, but light traffic by Seattle standards. You couldn’t pay me to deal with that on a daily basis. The Eugene/Springfield traffic was enough to ruin me on commuting.Anyways, tomorrow John Kerry will be in Portland, I wish I could attend the rally to protest. I wouldn’t be there to protest about Kerry or any of the Dems, rather, I would be protesting the flagrant and detrimental use of Jon Bon Jovi–who I loath. Plus, tomorrow, I will (hopefully) getting my new computer which is a gift to myself for being so me. Either way, my current computer is topping 7 years in age and makes a combination of go-cart, shaving metal, and dripping water noises.

It’s time for me and my seriously sun-burned right arm, slightly burned right knee and sun-kissed (not Sunkist) left cheek to go to bed after a health dose of lotion that makes the burning stop. I am definitely anti-sunburn.

 

and at night we walk into our houses and burn

I refuse to start this post with “well” because out of the last 5 posts, 3 of them have started “well…”, repetition really really bothers me, especially when I am guilty of it. So here I am at the threshold of my senior year of college, the time between the day I moved into the dorms (and coincidentally threw-up in my UO mug) and right now seems to have been of a minimal nature because it seems like that just last night i went to bed wondering what college will be like and now here I am wondering how i am going to survive after college. So many RA rounds, so many $300 school book purchases, so many 3 o’clock naps after a hard day of skipping classes. Sometimes I find myself wondering if i actually gained anything besides a $50,000 educational tab, but I’m sure there is a big wealth of knowledge that I have I just haven’t put to much use… though i am a philosophy major so i may never put it to use. Once again I have the ominous feeling of a (not to use a clichi) new ‘chapter’ of my life is about to start and i can see that what is about to start has a whole new set of responsibilities coupled with it. Here comes that urge to fight of adulthood. “Get back! back you wretched beast, back into your high-interest mortgaged cave!” But no sense in worrying about the future when I have 2nd year German to worry about.
So I went to the East Coast, i finally made it to New York City and I have to say that I like it much more than I assumed I would. I had always figured that the massive amount of people herded into the streets and subways would wreak havoc on my spidey-senses. But I really enjoyed the sense of reality that comes with NYC, i don’t feel so tall nor so significant, the buildings alone dwarf every part of my ego… it was very interesting. I met up with my friend Greg and we walked for a good 7 to 8 hours and rode the subways, even saw Bruce Springsteen perform for the MTV Music awards. Of course I took only 10 pictures in NYC because I don’t want to seem like a tourist, maybe i did that too well because people were trying to buy tickets off of me outside of Madison Square Garden. While on the East Coast i also saw family that I have not seen in a long while, it is definitely an interesting feeling coming back into a portion of your family that you have not witnessed for half of your life. I was a ball of anticipation, hesitation, and confusion… but everything ended as well as most would expect.
This post officially marks the end of my summer, which I am not reluctant to let it pass. This summer was the summer boredom, i have never been so mentally unchallenged my whole life. The only thing accomplished this summer was survival and that was barely done. i rarely saw anyone, even my own family, however i did get to spend a day with my dad which was fun, i got play racquetball against him (translation: he got his butt kicked at racquetball) we got to have pizza and just generally hang out, which was really nice because it is not something we have done in ages. It was a lot easier when he was the only adult in our relationship but now i have responsibilities myself which make for gaps. And this summer was definitely a season of gaps. But Jessica is back in Eugene, which i have been long anticipating, being apart for three months was not fun in any aspect. When I did get to see her it was in the briefest of terms, a day here two days there… and i kid you not, 5 mins. at some points. It is insanely frustrating to see someone you care so much about for so short of a period, it would tear me at the seams. Though she did come to Woodburn to stay with my family and myself for a couple of days. I took her to the State Fair in Salem where we walked through the “beef barn” where Jessica rattled off insults at the quality of the cattle present, especially the miniature polled herefords. Collectively Jessica and i won 9 stuffed animals (Jessica: 2, me: 7) nothing brought me more joy than to be able to give my girlfriend many stuffed animals which I pried from the hands of little kids who weren’t good enough to beat me at “Whack the Weasel,” I am a weasel whacking pro.” However that sparse visits are over for now and jessica is now no more than a short jog away from me… a job i am always willing to make. School starts in 143.5 hours, wish me luck.