Friday, October 28, 2005
Mad Respect
"Hi, you're Nathan Shurr right?' How does one respond to a statement like this. My professor had never met me before, but recognized my picture from my profile. Everytime he addressed me during that first class it was with my first name. The guy knew everyones name, and even more bizzare than that...he used them. It was something that just jumped out at me. I wish that I shared this skill with him. The truth is that I am the worst with names. I am still trying to learn my roomates name (Jim...I mean Jon). This is going to sound nerdy, but Dr. Boyer made me want to pay attention in class just by knowing my name. I guess I just want recognition...I was a somebody to this guy. I guess I am more needie than I thought. Well this post just got a whole lot more serious than I intended. My apologies to the 3 people who read this.Paper Update: Had to present my paper topic and thesis to class. Couldn't have gone better. Still need to dive into more research but am still ahead of most of the students....not where I want to be.
Today I had to wear 2 pairs of socks as my little feet were just frozen. I also wore my tree jeans, fourm hoodie, and a toque (ah ya).
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Far Out
Popular culture has swept through the 1970's era raping and pillaging the decade in the same way that the white man spread small pocks to the natives completely wiping them out. This angers me! Although not even alive during this period, from what I have been told and pictures I have seen, this was a time filled with great clothes, beautiful language, and amazing music. This was the era of bell bottoms, big collars, tight tee-shirts, and hush puppies. Phrases still lingered in the air from the sixties such as groovy, dig this, heady, and far-out. The music scene was flourishing with bands such as The Clash, The Greatful Dead, The Sex Pistols, and Zepplin. Now it seems that everytime someone shouts out a comment like groovy they are immediately labelled a "try hard" doing their best to fit into this American Eagle society. When a person slips on a pair of bells bottoms everyone assumes they are an Abercrome and Fitch disciple. Worst of all is the fact that a person who listens to a band from the 70's is immediately judged as someone who is putting forth a last ditch effort to fit into a Gap dominated world that perverted an innocent decade that was once (if not clean) semi clean. More acid (mind the pun) is poured into this wound as tv's "That 70's Show" has stirred up this easily influenced crowd to scream for more more more of the same, wanting Gap to pump out more retro clothing, and the radio to play more classic rock. (Disclaimer: I love "that 70s show" ). I am saying all of this because I hate how far things go. I hate that when I see retro clothing I am no longer as attracted to it as I once was because everyone is dressed in it. Its no longer as special to listen to classic 70's music on a rare vinyl as it once was because everyone does. Dropping a good seventies line does not even hold the same praise it once did as it is no longer funny but common language. I wish it were not like this, but the reality is that it is. It will continue to happen as the 80's are being violated as we speak. Sorry for the rant, this was just on my mind.So today I wore bell bottoms with a retro t shirt and some hush puppies....just kidding.
No progress on my paper. Hopefully this week!
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Soggy Cheerios
Let me just come right out and say it: I love the Cheerios commercial with the dad and his little baby son sitting on his lap eating cheerios. I feel Cheerios has hit the heart of every male out there. Those wannabe dads that see this commerical just melt thinking that one day that might be them holding their son. This commerical may seem to be geared toward men, but let me tell you it is not. This commerical is definately for the females out there. Cheerios has woman eating out of there palms. Chicks are just digging every second of that man holding the baby. That is just a dream image for a girl to see...their future husband holding the cutiest baby as he reads the paper. Way to go Cheerios...I have a lot to live up to now. OK so maybe I dont love it, but if I did I wouldnt say.OK so here is the newist section of my BLOG. I am writing a paper for my one history class that has to be very long. So I am going to keep everyone updated with my progress and where I am at. Let me know any suggestions you have via the "comments" section. So my paper is on The common peoples influence on the origins of Algonquin Park. So my page countdown is at 50 ( i am counting down, so this means I have 50 pages left to write).
Trackpants today....big day!
Monday, October 10, 2005
"The Greatest Day of My Life" M.A.
Often times when my friends and I make plans they either fall through or do not go the way we planned. This however was not the case when my boy Mikey and I planned a golf day for last Wednesday. The plan was to drive up to my cottage on Tuesday evening. Upon arrival we would wash our golf clubs (being sure to follow our usual ritual of washing), putt and chip in my basement for a while, and then watch the golf channel. Before going to bed we wanted to lay out our wardrobe for the next day (I know already that I am a nerd so keep your comments to yourself). We wanted to be on the course for 8am, this of course after a Tim Horton's coffee (double double) and everything bagel (toasted with herb and garlic cream cheese).
We were playing golf a course we like to call "All you can play"(Whispering Pines) as you pay $20 and you can play as many rounds as you can (this shows the quality of the course). We were planning on playing 36 holes.
Amazingly we woke up at 6:15am and were showered (well, Mike was) and at Tim Horton's by 7:15. We were at the course before it opened and were the first to tee off. We ended up getting in 36 holes and even finished the day off with a huge free meal at the Grandview Golf Club and getting home in time to watch the first Leaf game of the season. Before going to bed Mike hugged me and told me this was the best day of his life.
It is lovely when things work out the way you want them to and to actually do things exactly when I said I would. Now the big question is: Why can't I say the same is true when I have a big paper due and I plan out the perfect schedule to get it done on time? Life is great!
So anyway I wore a pair of Gap kakhi's with a Callaway dryfit mock neck t-shirt and looked like the money. My match play record is now 1-0-0 as I beat Mike during our third nine. I also sunk a very long chip shot for bird.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Elderly Crew
I went to visit my grandparents the other day. They live in a retirement apartment. This is not an old folks home but rather a place for old people to live in a condo type dwelling. The best way to describe this place is like a college dorm full of old people. As I was there my grandpa took me to the games room to shoot a little pool. When I got down there, his crew was waiting for him. It was the same guys you would find in college except closer to death. There was the loud talker of the group that seemed to keep everyone going (my grandpa). There was the bad boy (Wilson) that you knew was a trouble maker just by looking at the way his dress shirt was unbuttoned half way down his chest and because he wore shorts with dress shoes. There was the guy that just laughed at everything to feel accepted, and then the guy that never said a word and really didn't seem to fit in. They all had nicknames for each other and would mock one another after they missed a shot. They talked about who was dating who in the complex and what they were going to do this weekend. These old men seemed act the same way they would have acted when they were my age.Seeing this made me wonder what my crew was going to be like when we were in our 60's and 70's. Are the guys still going to be coming over to my house for sleepovers? Is Tom still going to be that tough guy that we all feel safe with if we run into another old man crew that wants to take us down? Am I still going to go over to Armstrong's house when I need someone to shave my head? Is Hayden still going to invite us over to check out his car? Think about it though, are you still going to have the same stupid jokes with your friends that you have now. Picture old men trying to touch each others crotches or giving each other emohawks.
Old people are kinda scary to me (not my grandparents though).
By the way today I wore pants (tight ones) with my rad (not red) emerica t-shirt.....it fits me so well I feel, and my i-paths.
