Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Gift

Today I received a gift from a friend of mine. She gave me the pin right before my exam, and she said it was a present for Obama's win. It definitely made me laugh out loud. Hope you enjoy as well!

*Adam, I know you're jealous!


Also, I saw a kid wearing this shirt today, and I definitely want one!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

I am proud to announce:

The next elected President of the United States of America, Barack Obama.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

John Mayer Endorses His Candidate of Choice

Taken from www.huffingtonpost.com, John Mayer wrote this editorial:

"Hope" Is Not A Buzz Word

I was 23 years old when the nation was attacked on September 11, 2001. I can remember hearing pundits say "this changes everything" and "things will never be the same." Obviously it was a tragic and traumatic event, but that sentiment has carried on through the better part of my twenties. If you were 43 years old on that day, I would imagine it was a difficult concept to get your head around as well, but if you were a young adult just entering his or her individual life, there was an added twist; how can you process the idea of everything changing and things never being the same when you have no point of reference for what "everything" and "the same" is? I was just beginning to put my hands on the world around me, to interact and engage with it, and to actualize the dream of being an adult in a free society. To wait in line for 23 years only to have the "sorry, future canceled" sign flipped in my face was depressing, to say the least.

The social and political narrative of the last eight years, if you're a young adult, has been "you are the first generation of the second half of the rest of human existence." That's a huge psychological undertaking, and I believe it's one that will someday be diagnosed on a massive scale as having led to a kind of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. (Something has to explain away our premature obsession with 1980s nostalgia.) My generation has come to know itself as the generation that should have seen the good days, my, were they spectacular, now take off your shoes and place them on the belt.

What Barack Obama says to me is these days are good for something. Just when I'd thought my only role as an adult was to help shoulder the nation through its darkest days (known to us as "the rest of them"), Obama gives me the feeling that I could be alive to witness one of the most brilliant upturns in a country's history. Imagine that -- a young adult in this day and age being given something to someday brag to his children about having being alive to witness. What a concept.

That's why hope is a worthwhile commodity. To those who question whether hope is a tangible product worth building a campaign around, I'd say take a look at despair and how powerful that has been in reshaping how people think and live. I believe the definition of the "hope" that Barack Obama enthuses operates on the unspoken thesis that there has to be a polar opposite to the despair of 9/11. Because if we accept that there's not, the will to live becomes forever altered. To adults who will vote for him, Barack Obama represents a return to prosperity. To the youth, he represents an introduction to it.
Well said Mr. Mayer!

Obama Rally

On October 18, 2008, me and a group of friends decided to get up early in order to get in line to see Barack Obama. Little did we know, over 100,000 other people had the exact same thing in mind! I am proud to say that I went to see him, and what better place than directly under the Arch in St. Louis? Here's some pics to recap the event:


For the sake of anyone who knows Katie Crawford's dad, Ken....here he is in 10 years:


Finally, I called the Democratic Party of Madison County, which led to them putting this in my front yard. REPRESENT:

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Heath = Robinson


One of my favorite candy treats is the Heath Candy Bar. Following closely in second place is Hershey's Dark Chocolate. Well, honestly the list could go on forever. Did you know that Heath Candy Bar started out in Robinson, Illinois? Me neither. Don't ask me how I stumbled on this website because I honestly don't remember. Here's a brief article about Heath taken from Robinson Area Chamber of Commerce's website:

    Early in 1914 L. S. Heath was looking for a business for his two elder sons, Bayard and Everett (Skiv). There was an existing business on the west side of the square in his community of Robinson Illinois, which was for sale. He managed to purchase the small confectionery for $3,000 by mortgaging the family home. The heath Brothers Confectionery opened its doors for business on January 7th of that year.The confectionery was the local meeting place, and did quite well. The Heath Brothers sold fountain drinks, ice cream and homemade candies. Primarily a retail operation, there was ice cream-making equipment in the basement and candy-making equipment in the back room.

    As L. S. Heath proudly watched and observed the success of his sons in the business enterprise, he began to contemplate leaving his chosen profession of education. He had been a school teacher for some 20 years, but he had always dreamed of a family business.

    So, the following year, in 1915, L. S. gave up his teaching career, borrowed all the money he could, and built a small ice cream factory on South Jackson Street in Robinson. This enterprise was intended to not only supply the confectionery, but to establish a wholesale business as well. Built at a cost of $1,600, the building was put to use on April 9th, along with the Ford Coupe L. S. purchased and had re-modeled into a truck of sorts for making home deliveries from the retail store.

Daft Punk Dancers

I'm sure you've all heard the song before....at least some variation of it. I thought that this is a unique variation of the song. Check it out:

*Note: This video may seem slow at first, but trust me...it picks up!

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

New Apple MacBook


Apple has released their new MacBook. If I were to buy a new laptop today, I would have to get this! However, I am more in the market for a desktop right now, and in that case I would want an iMac! The thing about the iMac is there is so little to it. There is no CPU tower because everything is built-in to the monitor. Oh how I wish I was Rick James so I could say........"I'M RICH BITCH!"

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Into The Wild


Usually I read the book before I watch the corresponding movie, but in this case I did the opposite. Reason being, I had never heard of the book. Per recommendation of a friend I rented this movie. I decided to spend my Saturday night enjoying this film with the lady, and I am now planning on reading the book. Please check out the movie or book. It's a great story that really makes you think.

Links:
Book
Movie

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Way To Normal (through Effingham)


For everyone who already know of him, he obviously needs no introduction. If not, get with it! Ben Folds has been around for quite some time writing poppy/cheesy songs, but they're catchy as can be. Most of his songs seem kind of off the wall as far as lyrics go, and here is a great example of this randomness.

Taken from www.mlive.com:

The title of the album, he said, are three words taken out of context from a song called "Effington." That tune's name was a mistake, he admitted. "There's a place called Normal, Ill.," said Folds, the former Ben Folds Five frontman. "We played a show there and, on the way to Normal, the van passed through Effingham and I thought it was Effington and I made a song up called Effington."

"The song sort of ended up being about the randomness of where you end up living. You could just go, 'Oh yeah. I could pick that town and just live there as you're driving down the highway or I could just keep going to Normal.' That's really kind of what the title's about. No one really knows what 'normal' is anyway."
A song about Effingham, IL from a mainstream artist. Who would've thought. I give Ben Folds double points because I lived in Normal and Effingham.

ENJOY