college, Minnesota, Video

First Year @ Mac

Dear Drew,

So during this past Spring Break I started to make a short video about what it was like on campus for my roommate while she away and kept adding to it as the year came to a close.  I revisited the project every once in a while (using the in-my-opinion-not-so-endearing-new version of iMovie, which has taken a bit of time to get used to) and included short clips from earlier in the year that I never got around to making anything out of…

And now here is the final product- featuring the song “Dead Hearts” by Stars and some of the wonderful, friendly faces on campus (when I had a flipcam on me).  I got to show you an earlier version when you visited, but I thought I’d share the final version!  Be warned though- the only thing really quality about this video is the people!! (I.e. my hands are super shaky…ok now you’ve been warned.)

Huzzah!  Anywhos- thought that I should finish that up before July- well…okay it’s the 2nd- but before summer sped even further along!

Hope all is awesome,

Much love,

Mo

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Art, college, Minnesota, music, Musing, nature, Thoughts, Travels, Writing

Some Things

Morgan,

Book Across the Bay was magical. I was thinking about you, and the way you would’ve loved the yellow candles in the snowy darkness, and the beaming moon and stars. There were thousands of people there, and I felt like I was crossing the Bering Straits in the Great Migration. Terrific.

Anyways, I’ve got loads of work (blah blah. The worst), but I wanted to share with you. I feel as if we remember periods in our lives less by dates and months, but by seasons, smells, and the art–the music, literature, whatever–that we are within.

So here are a couple things I’m in now:

*This beautiful video and song, called “John Wayne” by the Green Little Cars

*On The Road, Jack Kerouac. We’re doing the Beats in my Modern American Lit class. .

“because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a common place thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ ” (6)

Now I’m feeling all moody and sad, because these things are so pretty and my work is so boring. Oh well! I hope you had a terrific weekend too. Love love love,

Drew

P.S. I’m still working on your birthday present. At this rate, you’ll have it by your 20th… ah, eventually!

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college, Minnesota, Politics, Thoughts

VOTE NO! Minnesota’s Marriage Amendment

Morgan, LOVE the pyramid. Quite impressive. I’m happy you are on the mend!

I was SO JAZZED to vote today. Did you register in Minnesota? I can’t remember if you said you did. I decided to, so I could vote against the proposed marriage and voter ID amendments here (though I’m pleased to report that Chris Murphy has won in CT).

For those unfamiliar, the marriage amendment is a motion to define marriage as between one man and one women. The exact phrasing: “Only a union of one man and one woman shall be valid or recognized as a marriage in Minnesota.”

Minnesota is one of four states (others are Maine, Washington and Maryland) voting in this election on same-sex marriage laws, and The Supreme Court expects to see one same-sex marriage case this year. The amendment has been pushed by a very conservative state legislature; the majority of minnesotan democrats, obviously, oppose it. .

Same-sex marriage laws, I believe, question our very character as a country. These motions force us to decide whether we will practice what we preach, whether we are honest when we say that the U.S. is a country based on principles of freedom and equality.

I think Pres. Obama put it perfectly in his response to a letter a young girl wrote him:

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“We celebrate this diversity.” Yes! Yes. 

Because it goes beyond simple legal matters, down to the core of who.we.are. When we define marriage as between a man and a women, we enter the dangerous territory of defining normality. And when we begin to define what is normal, we tell all those that do not fit our (dumb) heteronormative molds that they they do not belong. That they are abnormal, different, wrong, and thus, we do not welcome them.

And those things simply aren’t true, and that’s why I voted no.

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Macklemore, le truth speaker, has some sick lyrics about this issue in his song “Same Love.” Read–

The right-wing conservatives think its a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made, rewiring of a predisposition
Playing God
Ahh nah, here we go
America the brave
Still fears what we don’t know
And God loves all His children
Is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written
35 hundred years ago

You can also listen to the song here.

–Drew

P.S. Also when you hate on gay-marraige my brother’s dog Cooper cries.

   

(alright, so we haven’t formally met yet, but i’m guessing like all good pooches, he’s a liberal.)

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college, holidays, Minnesota, Musing, Thoughts

A bit o’ Hallows’ Eve history

Dear Morgan,

Happy Halloween!  I hope you are keeping busy with lots of festivities. The full moon is making things particularly ominous tonight.

Halloween is fascinating, when you think about. What a peculiar holiday, the holiday in which we celebrate all things dark and ghoulish.

I know it supposedly came from the Christian All Saint’s Day, but I think the celtic/pagan influences of Halloween are more interesting, especially it’s link to the festival Samhain, which “marked the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter or the ‘darker half’ of the year.” Here is some more information I gleaned from wikipedia about it:

Samhain was seen as a time when the ‘door’ to the Otherworld opened enough for the souls of the dead, and other beings such as fairies, to come into our world. The souls of the dead were said to revisit their homes on Samhain. Feasts were had, at which the souls of dead kin were beckoned to attend and a place set at the table for them. Lewis Spence described it as a “feast of the dead” and “festival of the fairies”. However, harmful spirits and fairies were also thought to be active at Samhain. People took steps to allay or ward-off these harmful spirits/fairies, which is thought to have influenced today’s Halloween customs. Before the 20th century, wearing costumes at Samhain was done in parts of Ireland, Mann, and the Scottish Highlands and islands, and Wales. Wearing costumes may have originated as a means of disguising oneself from these harmful spirits/fairies, although some suggest that the custom comes from a Christian or Christianized belief

Did you get that? A day when the souls of the dead come and visit your house. Seriously?! How dark and morose. But also, how awesome.

So, now that we’ve had our mandatory two minutes of Halloween history, here are some photos to inspire le spookiness (and of course, a Hogwarts photo…).

And there’s one more I need to share…

Yep, that’s me there, standing on the right… My roommates and I dressed up as “zamish” over the weekend, or in normal language, amish zombies. It was only a little offensive and a lot of fun–and very, very morose…just as we like it…lol.

Much love, Drew

P.S. We made our bonnets out of paper from directions posted on the internet by Martha Stewart. So crafty! That lady knows whats up (well, minus the whole perjury thing).

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Minnesota, Musing, poetry, Thoughts

Genius poetry: Wendell Berry’s “Manifesto”

Fall is here and I have been craving poetry.

My roommate Sarah says there is a word for the feeling you get–that swell of emotions you experience–when you are listening to a particular song. There should be an equivalent word for reading poetry, I think. I am not sure how I would describe it–awe? joy? wonder? But it’s when you arrive at the core of a poem, the centerboard on which the rest of the words rest, and it strikes you in the heart, so hard it’s almost unbearable. For a moment I always think I might cry; it’s just so, so lovely.

Morgan, the poem below does that for me. I hope it does for you too.

“Manifesto: The Mad  Farmer Liberation Front”

Ask the questions that have no answers.

Invest in the millennium. Plant Sequoias.

Say that your main crop is the forest

that you did not plant,

that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested

when they have rotted into the mold.

Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus

that will build under the trees

every thousand years.

 

Listen to carrion–put your ear

close, and hear the faint chattering

of the songs that are to come.

Expect the end of the world. Laugh.

Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful

though you have considered all the facts.

So long as women do not go cheap

for power, please women more than men.

Ask yourself: Will this satisfy

a woman satisfied to bear a child?

Will this disturb the sleep

of a woman near to giving birth?

 

Go with your love to the field.

Lie down in the shade. Rest your head

in her lap. Swear allegiance

to what is highest your thoughts.

As soon as the generals and the politicos

can predict the motions of your mind,

lose it. Leave it as a sign

to mark the false trail, the way

you didn’t go. Be like the fox

who makes more tracks than necessary,

some in the wrong direction.

Practice Resurrection.

 

–Wendell Berry

Source: http://www.herbcraft.org/berry.html

 

Love, Drew

P.S. I will send you the dispatch photos soon! I PROMISE!

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Minnesota, music

Dear Drew,

Are you sure that’s not you in that photo?  Well I guess I’ll just have to see for myself TOMORROW (HUZZZZAHHHH)!!!  And thank you for reminding me that cool artists have more than one song I should listen to ;]  She’s on my grooveshark-asap-list because, you see, I’ve been trying to cram in some listening to Dispatch’s new album…

Dispatch

I suppose after I get used to listening to one CD by a band or artist I get so comfortable that I stick to it and don’t really get into new albums (a silly business).  I should focus on being more loyal to the band than a single album though- especially when later albums turn out like THIS!  This site is a really awesome way to listen to the album because each track is introduced and talked about by one of the AWESOME guys who make up Dispatch.  Take a listen if you have time.

PUMPED.

PEACE,

Mo

P.S – I definitely have to get a hat this time Drew!!

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apples, college, Minnesota, Musing, Thoughts

30 Apples and Some Pie; my love for Johnny Appleseed

Morgan–we went apple picking again! I hope you have also had the opportunity to get some yummy Minnesota apples as well. Fall seems to have arrived here. We are keeping a list of notable “cold” dates on a white board in our dorm. Check it: “September 22nd–I could see my breath last night.” RIDIC.

So, we each got a peck, or about 30, apples, which means there’s almost a hundred apples between the three of us. I’m psyched to a) eat them, and b) do cool things with them (we know a guy with a dehydrator. Can you say apple chips?) We also got some PIE at the orchard which was…indescribably delicious.

Fall and apples seems so two and two (or is it hand in hand? eh), and apples just seem…quintessentially American. So, so versatile–apple pie, apple turnover, apple sauce, apple donuts, apple cider, apple apple apple–and hardy, like potatoes. Heck, when Bubba listed all the sorts of things one could make from shrimp he might as well have been listing all the things one can make out of apples. Same deal.

Mo have you ever seen the cartoon of Johnny Appleseed? It’s precious. Check it out:

A) Johnny has some sick apple juggling skills, and B) he didn’t even FLINCH when that swarm of bees came and ate his apple. Cray. (Part duo of this post: the history of Johnny Appleseed? Because…WHAT.a.cool.dude.)

Alright, nada mas. I’ve got to get up early because I want to harvest on the farm here, ergo, sleep is calling. Hope you’re well. Love,

Drew

P.S. I BOUGHT A BIKE.

I’m in the process of naming him (how do I know he’s a him? Well, Charlotte–one of my roommies–and I both bought bikes from this older couple who refurbishes worn-down bikes, and they said the bike I bought, and the bike Charlotte bought, belonged to their neighbors, a husband and wife, and mine was the husband’s (Charlotte’s, the wife’s, is decked out with a more comfy seat and a light. Alas. And yet, I have the rack on the back! Whattup gender roles.))

Thoughts on a name? B-storm it. Note: our hot-water kettle (NOT hot pot…as I thought it was called. who knows what a hot pot is.) is already named Gustaf, so uh, that’s taken.

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