This scares me because its creator is completely serious. Check out his profile, by the way--speaking in tongues? Scary.

Speaking of creators, Taaja posted an awesome video of this guy's PC game he invented called spore. It's pretty amazing.

So this guy writes poetry with page/breaks and it starts a national discussion about paper waste. Ecologists protest, ecology poets are confused, or take sides, the apologists of/for poetry recite at the top of their lungs, red in the face: CREATIVITY, FREEDOM OF POETICS, ETC.!

I have written the worst paper I've ever written and the worst paper I'll ever write. I could list the things that went wrong on it, but they would make you cringe, then cry. And that would be mean of me to make you cringe, or cry. No I won't list them. It's too embarrasing. No. Fine, I will:

1. Too short (by more than half).
2. Blue ink.
3. Printer messed up making somewords almost illegible.
   
4. We had an assigned title--I used my own.
5. I forgot to attach the works cited page.
6. I'm pretty sure I accidently copied down the wrong page # once or twice for the in-texts.
7. It was a bad thesis in the first place.

I'm sorry, here's a napkin.

I was watching the Jeopardy rerun just now and I saw that a commercial for the local 10 news channel. Among the list of headlines and Skysearch 10,000 nonsense, there was something about how "it's saint patricks day on the MSU campus and there's also basketball game. Cops are ready for anything. Jeez." *cue scary-news music*

Wren-Ovation

So, last thursday, I think, I ran into this old friend of mine named Wren. The last time I saw her was back in Sylvan, Michigan probably the last day of my 8th-grade year.
I had a huge crush on her. I visited her and she gave me a hug and said she missed me. the end.

Just got back from a frontier ruckus gig at the detroit film center where we were the soundtrack to an old, old movie. It went great!

So matt then had this idea where--matt owns a projector by the way--we would film, or at least play, footage behind all of the frontier ruckus shows. Which is cool and OTC like. I wish I had a projector. At least a camera.

Schedule:

Wednesday: meet pa for lunch, 11:30. UPDATE: I'm going to ann arbor tonight, ambitiously, so I can be at the blind pig at 11:30 in the morning.
Thursday: of Montreal in the evening--must get there early as there are a limited amount of reserve tickets.
Friday: Spring Arbor is on. 12-ish-evening-ish? Depending on the tour.
Sat-Sun: Free.

Do Milford people want to hang out? I don't really have any homework...Use the comments to organize when you want to see Zach.

Forget what I said about that elodea-listening in the submission office being a good sign. We weren't one of the top 11 demos there--we're not in. I've been looking foreward to this for too long...sigh. I think the overall shittiness of the recordings and their lack of drums was a major problem.

Next year it's possible we'll have a place to practice and a place to record etc. but 'next years' don't always pan out as Ben and I've been planning this battle of the battle of bands since last march. I just wish I had something else going for me.

What's good though is that Frontier Ruckus made it and I know Molly-Jean made it, so congratulations to Matt and Molly--their songwriting is great.

I'm home and my bed is comfy and clean. And though the suberu is hurt with two flats and a dead battery, I am confident that I can repair it and go to Farmington, Ann, and Spring Arbor.

However, The action stops here, on 522 East Commerce, at 10:30 most fridays.

Heidi called and left a message today when my phone was napping. She was submitting her movie AJ Goes to France (in theater's soon) to the EL film contest the secretaries were listening to some Elodea from our submitted 6-song demo. A good sign? Heidi and I think so.

Also, I wrote a poem the other day that my great poetry prof. liked, which made me feel great. It was about ice-cream, YUM! A flirtatious poem, it characterized my personality as I exited that class and the building. Oh the songwriting and short stories! The poems! I've been feeling creative lately because I've had to.

MSU changed its website this morning. Now, it displays the apparent ugliness of our school and a change of mascots from the lesser-respected Sparty to the professors of this institution and, of course, the god-being that is Tom Izzo.
http://www.msu.edu/

Come to the Frontier Ruckus show Tuesday, February 28th at 8:00 at the Temple Club. Arrange rides using the blogger comments under this post! Also, it costs money. $7?

I just got back from the there's Stars in your Bones concert. I played the saw mostly and it went well, importantly. I'm glad it's over: those rehearsals this week, though fun, were eating up my life. Taaja and Seth came to see the concert, they weren't too bored.

And Ben called this morning from somwhere, it was great.

Also, I need money and or stamps to send him a couple american items. If you'd like to donate you can reach me at:

nicholsz@msu.edu

You will recieve a poem written about the topic of your choice for just $1.25 and an song (with MP3) for $2.50.

So much creative stuff to do! Last night, I locked myself in a practice room and didn't come out until I had a song. There were daybirds peaking beyond the dormroofs by that time! Tweet! The guitar tuning I used was AAABBB! It sounds Indian, but it's a song about the Old Order of Mennonites!

Ma's horse-drawn McCormick reaper, that hand-me-down sickle keeper,
"it dragged him" my father's yellin', "for as far as, there's no tellin'" and so on.

Yeah, I knew I'd write about my Kansas cousins someday. Speaking of that side of the family, my Pa's engaged to Karen, his girlfriend for a while now. I'll looking to pick up a lot of steps. 39?

So today I was quail hunting and... just kidding. ha.

I'm translating one of my haiku from an american one to a british one. Don't forget to use a british accent.

vibrating mobiles
in ecology lecture
croaking pocket frogs

laters

Yeah, poetry. I wrote 12 haiku and one or two worked like they're supposed to. I was happy with myself. Also, I've been writing songs and short stories. This semester is great at forcing me to be creative. You should try one like mine sometime.

Here's the haiku that wakoski and natalie liked best:

vibrating cell phones
in ecology lecture--
croaking pocket frogs

Here's the poem that randal, my friend from that class and songwriting, liked best:

shipwreck survivors
bobbing in the water white
a balanced breakfast

Some other people liked this one:

green yellow brown black
they don't last too long, do they,
banana seasons?

Harry partch sings sarah w. happy birthday in his insane scale (afro-chinese duet) even if she can't hear it. Sufjan too.

I'm here trying to come up with a trope for a poem due tuesday. Trope. Trope. I can think of things that you could make metaphores out of, like a blind man's white cane, or a singing saw, or a battery, but not enough interrelated thoughts to make a good poem. It's late though, so that's not helping. I'll be back on it tomarow.

You are Betty Grable

The ulitmate girl next door You're the perfect girl for most guys Pretty yet approachable. Beautiful yet real.

What Famous Pinup Are You?

I wrote a poem for class. It was about that one thing:

In the final month,

In some Irish caves,

On the twenty-first,

On the clearest days,

The sun can see the bottom.

Just a teaser really...

Whatever happens, I won't let this blog turn into what mow turned into. Nothing!

Lots of happenings here at state. Diane Wakoski Vs. my 310c Prof. Great classes really. But the best has been RESIDENT EVIL 4 in SETH'S ROOM.

As I wait for my laundry to dry before I leave for State, I feel excited. The relaxation here has been fine, but I miss the place. Oh, what am I going to do first? Probably, I will visit with folks.

Scholastically, this semester I need to score. But that's increadibly likely, my classes are the kind that I'm interested in. This is a good time for me. This is the year of the Zach.

In other news, I love This American Life. A lot. It's what got me through break.