Hey Anna, it's Allison from CTY (in '93!) I followed Jess's link to your CTY article, but then took a while confirming that you were actually the Anna I knew and I was not about to frighten some poor girl by claiming to know her. You can find me as greyathena on Livejournal if you want to catch up!
And I love Oregon Trail, but I was always the one who died when the oxen thingy broke and our wagon went into the water.
If she doesn't come by we'll have to register for whatever proprietary system her blog is using. You can comment if you're registered.
I tried. You can't register without an invitation, and they're not issuing invitations to the riffraff until they've finished putting on their makeup or whatever in a few months.
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I’m in town on a special assignment, which is almost as fun to say as it is to do.
The highlight of Day 1 was being drafted into a media softball game between the local print and broadcast guys. I wore a hideous Hawaiian-shirt style uniform with a pitcher’s number on the back. I played Right Center and spent most of my time demeaning my own performance to my teammates and others. But I also got a hit (an opposite field bleeder that fell in to break a five-year softball drought) scored a run and caught a line drive (two-handed) in the field. This led to a joke that what I really do is travel the country and play as a ringer in media softball games. There’s probably not much of a living in that. Press Box meal: Chicken Cordon Bleu. Outstanding.
It is strange being back in Albuquerque. I was here three times during our time in Southeastern New Mexico when it really was the beacon of urban cool (a positive city on the hill when compared with Lubbock). It strikes me now that Dallas was probably just as close as ABQ, but it was just too Texas to mean much to me. Driving around town today, I was struck by a vague nostalgia that I believe is fairly specific to me: geography flashbacks. I’ll see a group of signs, or a street name or a freeway exit and I’ll be flooded with memories. Today I drove past the burrito place that Alice took us to in our first visit to town. I drove down University Ave. and was flooded with the happy memories I had of covering events at The Pit. I crossed Central (Rte. 66, I believe) and remembered driving all the way up and down the boulevard, all the way into the foothills of the mountains.
I also enjoyed my first look at the new baseball stadium. When I came to town for the state basketball championship in March 2003, I saw plenty of the outside of the building, which was as colorful as The Pit was forbidding. The designers took pretty much every opportunity they could to splash the place with color. That’s important, I think, in a town like Albuquerque, where so much of the landscape is brown and harsh. I thought the inside was even better. There’s just so much there in terms of interestingly shaped seating in the outfield. The sightlines are fantastic. It’s a really nice ballpark.
RE: your use of the phrase, "amost as fun." Remember what happened to Florence Zeo for a similar locution." What's wrong with the word "much." It's a perfectly nice little word, comes in handy, especially when it could prevent an abomination. But I love the idea of a Proustian moment created by road signs. Trixie
When I was your guide to that beacon of exurban cool, I couldn't think of much else to show you and Anna besides Route 66. The inside of the Isotopes' stadium is really cool. Who were the other players in the media softball game?
There were some sportswriters from the Journal and one from the New Mexican, who I recognized from my days on the preps beat in town. I didn't know any of the broadcast guys.
The funny thing about being here is that I've styled myself as the resident New Mexico expert among the travel party. I've taught a bunch of people about the state question and have even dropped Nob Hill into a casual conversation. It turns out that I have really warm feelings about this city. I'll be writing more on that later.
You are indeed the queen of vegetables. Or of vegetable use. Which is higher?
The best filmmaker of this generation? If I may, I definitely beg to differ ... I haven't thorougly any of his movies since "Unbreakable" .. give me Sam Raimi any day
My brother sent me this Tecmo Bowl link yesterday: http://www.ebaumsworld.com/2006/07/tecmobowl.html . I think it captures the spirit, or -- should I dare, yes I shall -- the zeitgeist of the Tecmo Bowl era.
...[T]he weekly dances were, as a friend recently put it, wondrous displays of group awkwardness. In our day, each concluded with either "Sympathy for the Devil," "Ana Ng," or "American Pie," at the end of which students chanted "Die! Die! Die! Die! Live! Live! Live! Live! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! More! More! More! More!" Delighted, we would go home invigorated and exhausted—a kind of clean high.
Oh dear I think I'm going to rain on your parade but I know Meghan O'Rourke from Slate, she went to St. Ann's and she's older than you. That I'm writing this proves I'm a bad mother, the defintion of which is valuing the truth over your child's happiness.
She might be older than me, all she had to do was join CTY second session 1994 or later. I remember, I was there. And we all now how much you love the truth, which is why you're incapable of repeating a conversation without embellishment.
I too was a CTYer, though I had thought that Hopkins had changed the name to the Institute for the Academic Advancement of Youth.
Memory is hazy, but I was something like '94-'96 at Dickinson campus. And Ms. O'Rouke said she attend in '88--which, if I remember the rules about sperm (first-years) and nevermores (last-years), probably means she could not have attended any session of '94.
Not to doubt the veracity of your recollection. A commune of nerds like that is bound to eventually display some sort of eternal recurrence. We never shouted "Live, live, live," only the other three.
And I'm pretty sure Isaac and I attended together.
Wow, this is really interesting. I am willing to swear on my life that my adolescent hijinx got the thing started at Lancaster, but as I said, it morphed very quickly into the full-fledged version. That makes sense if there was already a preexisting "More More More" custom at other sites. I must have just accidentally stumbled onto an ongoing tradition. Given that the word was Sex and we were fourteen it wasn't that improbable.
So I'm not Anon, I'm just a half-assed Leibniz. I can live with that.
Well, I invented the llama sign. I think I also invented saying "We love you!" after the old traditional "Go home, nobody loves you!" though if I did invent it, it was in a moment of abnormal good feeling and emotional generosity, because it embarasses me now.
They sing The Eyelash Song ritually after dances, at least a F&M where I RA'd. Jess and Laura (Steve) invented that when they were roommates.
But that nobody remembers "Cows Are Freaky" is proof of the wickedness of the world. Still, when I was RA the kids spoke about John Rootabega like he was the god of some cargo cult. The silliness of the fathers is definitely visited on the sons. Unto, like, a mole of generations.
P.S. I remember Meghan O'Rourke from St. Ann's but didn't know she'd gone to CTY.
PPS - Ross, I think I remember your name, but I was never at any site but F&M either as a student or as an RA. Fat chance of my getting to be a TA or instructor, though I could teach those kids a hell of a Latin or Greek class.
Wow, Jess and Laura are Anon.
I tried to see if I could find the lyrics to the eyelash song online, and I met with success.
The oral tradition has transformed the line "Once I met a guy/and he didn't have any eyelashes" to "Once I met a boy...".
Cows are Freaky is listed there, too, but the first verse hasn't made it. (If you see a cow/and he looks you in the eye/you say "Gosh! Gee! Wow!/ I'm a lucky guy)(puncutation mine). Of course they remembered the verse about the cow high on crack.
If anyone's silliness deserved deification, it was John's. Does anyone know where he is these days?
We didn't have a guy in an inflatable pink flamingo at F&M, but we did have a guy who wore a wizard's cap to breakfast-- before Harry Potter, mind you. Actually that was Jess's boyfriend.
How did I not notice that the first verse of "Cows are Freaky" was missing? I was just looking at that wiki and being surprised that "Cows are Freaky" and the Eyelash Song were both represented. Laura was like, "who PUTS these things there?" I was impressed with the relative accuracy but I totally missed that "Cows" was truncated.
We didn't write the Eyelash Song, btw. But we are better people than the girl who did, so that's a fine rumor.
I loved that article, by the way, because it's the first CTY article I've read that was actually by a CTYer. The one in the New Yorker a couple years ago seemed to feel honor-bound to inject some kind of "but is it okay to isolate the smart kids?" spin in order to justify the fact that they wrote it. O'Rourke, on the other hand, is just like "hey, CTY! It ruled."
I thought I remembered you starting "sex sex sex" at LAN, but she definitely said she went in '88 (first thing I noticed in the article, since Laura had read it as '98 and we were both freaking out). No shame in being a Leibniz though.
I never remember who invented most stuff. I vividly remember hearing Anna and Debbie quoting something funny at a reunion, and saying "haha, who said that?" and the answer being "you."
Anna, I would swear that, too. It's possible that our new F&M traditions were actually imported from Carlisle, but I would swear on somebody's mother's grave that the sex/more phenomenon was popularized by you and possibly starts-with-j-ends-with-onwachter.
Still, when I was RA the kids spoke about John Rootabega like he was the god of some cargo cult.
This is the best thing ever.
I miss you guys!
and possibly starts-with-j-ends-with-onwachter
Oh yeah, this is another very good example of silly nicknames for people. Was I responsible for this one?
I think I was the one who first said it, but I was just answering the question "who" or something, you may have been the one to turn it into a nickname. Reading it now it comes across as a little like He who Must not be Named.
Regardless of how complicated reading this and all its comments was, due to the fact that you all know each other and also are confused, This Post Is Really Cool.
As a current CTY LAN-er with other CTYer friends who are bored and PCTYD'ing, and thus researching and posting on facebook links about the origins of the end of American Pie, the very fact that you still think about CTY and talk to your CTY friends is pretty much the best thing ever.
I'mastalkerynerd, sorry. But all the old traditions are nameless now, and it's cool to see that people [think that they] remember where they come from.
That warmed my heart, and I propose a slogan for the old-timer LLRT crew. LAN 94-95: We All Know Each Other And Are Confused.
Also, there's a comment from Isaac on this thread holy shit.
P.S. I'm still pretty sure "starts with J, ends with onwachter" was me. Boo-yah, etc.
If you stated "Sex," as a current two-more, I amin awe. I love CTY. It's where I'm home.
I am a CTYer since 13.1 (2013, session 1) at Lancaster. I can tell you that "Orgy!" has now been added to the end of the "die die die die" chant. In addition to Eyelashes, we do several Afterdance chants. We still shout "We love you" back at the RAs. As far as I know, it's still "once there was a guy". Also, RealCTY is a student-run website (similar to Wikipedia) with every tradition and its variations from session to session.
A good Swiss Chard recipe which I know you have eaten at my table.
Cut the stems so that the roughish part is off leaving nice smooth ends. Having sauteed a few whole cloves of garlic in Olive Oil, just put the swiss chard in with water to cover and cook it on a very slow flame till the stems are soft.
anonymous was me , but I don't know my password. Trixie
Back when I was still in Sea Gate my family did Urban Organic, which sounds similar. They let you list two items that you never want, which would be replaced by extras of something else. I always put down chard (it seemed to cover all varieties) and dandelion greens (which, if you've never seen a commercial where a young child runs through a field on a sunny day in a Downy-fresh shirt, stops to bend down and blow on a dandelion puff, and then proceeds to eat the stem and leaves from said dandelion plant, there's a reason why).
I recently was given some chard that I could not in any politeness decline, grown in a small garden in a small town in upstate New York. As the anono-Trixie suggests, cooking it in olive oil with much garlic is probably the easiest way to be done with it.
I really like chard! I second the olive oil suggestion, but I'd add that if you throw on some rice vinegar, pine nuts, and salt/pepper at the last minute, you'll have a very yummy side dish.
Lola mentioned your blog so you've been added to our blog roll! Feel free to comment on ours!
The trouble with killing off the aunt is you can't use her for an excuse again. Kind of like using funerals to excuse missing a final exam, pretty soon you run out of relatives.
Zidane, meanwhile, is not apologizing.
"I didn't say anything to him about racism, religion or politics," Materazzi told the Gazzetta dello Sport. "I didn't talk about his mother, either. I lost my mother when I was 15, and even now I still get emotional talking about her."
Wednesday, he stressed he felt no regret "because that would mean (Materazzi) was right to say all that."
"There was a serious provocation," Zidane said. "My act is not forgivable. But they must also punish the true guilty party, and the guilty party is the one who provokes."
The global population of whores outnumbers muslims and christians combined. If they've got a terrorist fringe now we're all in trouble. Well, men are anyway
I'll have Adele look into it.
Do you mean actual whores? The combined christian and muslim population of the world is close to 50% of the global total, which would mean that about 50% of all women are whores. Not to say that I dispute it, just that I'm hanging around the wrong crowd.
Or, on closer reading, that ALL women are whores. Even if you mean that metaphorically, that they're sexually promiscuous, well, my anecdotal evidence does not support the claim.
ps. it's a slow day in portland.
Who says all whores are women? No one who's spent any time with men does, that's for sure. If we mean "whore" literally then Ross is dead wrong, and if we mean it metaphorically then he is just a pratt.
It's never too slow to start some shit.
That being said, Ross is right about Christians and Muslims dwarfing the sex-worker population. Sex-workers are notoriously difficult to locate for study, therefore estimates of their population are scarce and almost certainly an underestimation. However, it is better to try and be wrong than not try at all, so long as you acknowledge your limitations (this, Mom, is why you don't like science). An article by Vandepitte et. al in the journal Sexually Transmitted Infection, which I have only just skimmed, synopsizes the population of female sex workers across different regions. The highest local estimate in their review was at about 12%, in Madagascar.
2006;82;18-25 Sex. Transm. Inf.
J Vandepitte, R Lyerla, G Dallabetta, F Crabbé, M Alary and A Buvé
Estimates of the number of female sex workers in different regions of the world
Parce que mon Français testosteron je dois frapper des choses avec ma tête. Ou était cela parce que l'italien était si sexy j'ai dû le toucher.
Which means because of my Frenchman testosterone I must hit things with my head. Or was it because the Italian was so sexy I had to touch him.
If I had to hazard a guess its the later reason.
Our farm, C---- Fruits and Vegetables, was founded by K----- B-------- in 1976, a dedicated pioneer of the organic foods movement, committed to growing the finest quality produce using only methods healthy for the environment as well as her farm workers, and customers.It may be the pot calling the kettle black, but I find that last comma particularly outrageous. Like the author stared at the clause sprawling across the page like a grape vine growing in a cow patch ("committed to growing the finest quality produce using only methods healthy for the environment as well as her farm workers and customers") and decided that the part that really needed to be set off for clarity was "and customers." However, it is important to us that our new farm family be brilliant at agriculture, less important that they be brilliant at clause husbandry.
Italy has socialist government. That's why Fritz supported Italy over Germany, with a conservative government. France has a conservative government. Since winning the World Cup leads to good feelings about the government, Fritz still goes with Italy.