Monday, October 31, 2005

Halloween: What Happened?

I was gonna post this to my personal blog, but it came out so darned well and I think it allows for some discussion and hardly anybody reads that thing anyway that it's going here instead. Love it.

An interesting phenomenon has developed that I'd kinda been noticing, but was really just pointed out to me. It's about Halloween (how appropriate).

First, somehow Halloween stopped being about dressing up as something cool or scary, and became entirely about being a complete idiot (I keep in mind, of course, the giant beer keg) or a whore (how many dirty nurse, librarian, cheerleader, or Catholic schoolgirl costumes did YOU see this year? never mind that the "cat" costume has developed purely into skimpy dress with some ears, maybe a tail). Props, though, to some of the cool costumes I saw/heard about, including Penny Lane from Almost Famous (never mind this girl pretty much IS Penny Lane to begin with) and a suite who teamed up to become Mortal Kombat.

The other phenomenon is that suddenly Halloween is a rival with St. Patrick's Day for "LET'S GET WASTED!" I can see the connection in a costume party sense, but somehow it just doesn't link up in my sober mind. But that might just be consequence of the aforementioned state of being. That said, I met a girl who really wants me to drink with her, so we'll see where that goes.

But I had a good Halloween weekend. I was sick for the first time this school year, and the first in awhile in general (probably since Footloose), so I stayed in the dorms except for a run for video games and Pizzaria Uno, where me and Ben were promptly hit on by a waitress who, upon discovering we were far younger than she suspected, lept from the seat at the table in which she had planted herself. And I discoverd a system for making Eggos.

In spite of the way that just came out, the Eggos and the fleeing waitress were entirely separate incidents.

Also, it snowed here Saturday, prompting the southerners and Californians to go "play in the snow," though it amounted to no more than wet cement, and in turn didn't help my mission to "Get Well Soon!", though it promptly turned to 65-degree weather THE NEXT DAY.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Jesu-What? Life in Spokane(or Spo-Can't or Spokesville or Spo-Compton etc...)

I know, it took me a while to post. This is because I am lazy bastard.

Anyway, Gonzaga is pretty cool. The first upperclassman I spoke to on campus was Tim Rhoads, which was cool. Orientation was kind of disappointing other than that(nothing like ND's) but everything since then has been great. We've already had two retreats, although they weren't even close to comparing to Jesuit's. I also have possibly one of the hardest freshman schedules because I am majoring in computer engineering(considered one of the hardest majors at GU because it is basically two majors in one), have advanced classes in that major, and am most likely minoring in math. In other words, people are in and out of my room asking for help on homework. To give you a sense of how easy it is, the other day I was described as "a genius." It's that easy. Also, I've already had two roommates.

Today I stood in line for about 5 hours to get basketball tickets for Saturday. I'm pumped and they're playing LC State College. I can't wait for big games so that I can sleep outside the building in a tent. It's going to kick ass.

I'm also appearing on TV with several others from Campion. And...let's just say that we're dressed in very strange outfits(mine involves a revolver, an eyepatch, and several items of clothing that women would wear). On TV. Fortunately, it's limited to the Spokane area so the damage is minimal(no one can afford a TV in Spokane, just kidding. But seriously...).

On a final note, the link is to the baratsandbereta.com because Barats is my RA. It's tremendously funny stuff, I recommend watching it.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

The Outsiders Looking In

The Outsiders Looking In

Some breaking news in the Life of Devon (or what little there is of it) that I thought I'd keep you guys apprised of... I just found out that I'm going to be an uncle! My brother Jeff and his wife, Tam found out like a week or two ago. It's too early to determine gender or anything, but they said that they should know by Thanksgiving. I'm really excited... its also going to be interesting to see how my brother deals with a little kid, seeing as how he was fairly cranky about having kids around him when I was growing up. But yeh... thought I'd say that cause I'm really excited!

Hey look, it's Chip and Dale!




Aren't they the cutest?

The Newestest Members of the Chippendales Family...




-Karolyn

The Newest Members of the Chippendales Family






These pictures will probably kill any political campaign I would want to have, but it was one of heckuva dance party. We probably would have made money if there was alcohol there. Oh well. Good times. :-D

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Because I hate my TA's

In case you didn't know, I am an asshole. So there I was, doing my computer science project, and I got really, really bored with it. We had to write something that used RSA encoding, and the way they had us do it was far too easy. So I decided do it the way we did it last year in number theory. I used the Euclidean algorithm for GCD and for finding integer solutions to 1=ax + by. Then I threw in some successive squaring. Luckily, I still had the successive squaring program on my calculator. Unfortunately, I changed the Euclidean program so that Jeff couldn't mooch it off me, but I forgot what I did, and had to redo the whole program by hand. Hellua annoying, but it was fun. But basically, I used math that I'm pretty sure none of my TA's know how to do. They are going to be so hellua confused. Yeah, so that's my story. I used upper-level math on my Computer Science 100 project. I just hope that my TA's don't dock me because they don't know what I did, or think that I plagierize... But I have no need to worry, I'm no Pat, I keep my number theory honest.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Conversation I just heard in the elevator

"Okay, so the thing's at three on Friday."
"The only thing is--"
"I'll wake you up at 2:30"
"I have class 'til 3:45"
"I have class 'til...2:45"
"Oh, wait, fuck no, I have class 'til TWELVE forty-five"
"I have class 'til ONE forty-five"

I have no idea why, but this amused me.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

A Week Back in Portland

-Got a coat (Gotta support those destitute Boyles)
-Saw Mr. Naggi at the airport (imagined that he was there to apprehend Cynda, visualized elaborate fight sequence)
-Told my parents I wanted to be a doctor in the corniest way possible (I was nervous and after being prompted to read my helpful fortune cookie fortune, waited ten seconds and spilled my guts)
-Failed to obtain a ticket to the Iron+Wine and Calexico concert, consoled self with drive through West Hills (Eastside is still better)
-Talked up Notre Dame to Dr. Gorman's Physics class (was doing very well until I couldn't find the right way to describe the trancendence of Charlie Weis and settled with archangel. How dumb is that?)
-Went back to see the kids at daycare (drew Pokemon for an hour and a half)
-Went to littlest brother Geoff's soccer practice and game (they are called the Ranger's but they definitely have not earned Gravy yet)
-Started a vinyl collection in preparation for the concept of the new radio show for next semester (Still working on a name, thinking something like The War on Adult Contemporary)
-Ran to old school, touched rim after nine or ten tries, first time touching a ten foot rim (can you tell I was proud?)
-Saw JV and Varsity play Aloha (disappointed by less than dominant teams)
-Did about 2.5% of the homework I told myself I was going to do (oh well)
-Realized, finally, that Notre Dame is my home (in the car ride to the airport)

post script
I also got a drunken email from one of the members of my section, which is not abnormal, this one was just funnier and less offensive than most. I will go back in my archives and see if any more are worth sharing. I don't know, it made me laugh.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Dirk Hemley vs. Suicide Deer

A couple days ago, I was walking up to campus from downtown Ithaca (when I say "up," I mean put on a backpack in NW Portland and walk to Skyline... I got lost and couldn't find a bus stop). I got to the bridge that crosses the gorge between Collegetown and Central Campus, but I was tired, so I went down the little path to look at the waterfall, and was just standing there when a couple of policemen walked down the trail past me. I didn't really pay attention because I was watching the falls, but then I hear a big BAM! I look down, startled, and I see that one of the policemen had walked into the middle of the creek and fired his handgun into a deer, now lying in the stream turning it red. He waits for a second and shoots it again. I was pretty confused, but the guy next to me explained that the deer had been on the bridge, probably about a hundred feet above the stream, and gotten scared by a car and jumped off. It's hard to communicate what a huge jump that is. Anyway, the deer apparently was still alive and the policemen had to shoot it.

This place is pretty gangsta.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL COOL

I've always wanted to say that but have never been presented the opportunity. Discuss.

I AM MORALLY OPPOSED TO CAPITALIZING

I live at home. I have no car. I go to PSU. I do gymnastics.

A while ago, I started out at PSU. Between a few distant, but bad memories, and Machuca telling me he did his Christian Service there, I had low expectations to say the least. I didn’t get what I expected.

Portland. I’ve lived here all my life, but in the past few weeks I’ve seen a totally different side to this quiet little city. There’s actually some cool stuff to do here. Who knew. It’s really great living here. It would be nice to not live at home and to have a car, but I can’t have everything.

The school itself is actually pretty good. It’s actually pretty scholarly instead of sport and party centered, though there are lots of parties and our sports teams, well..., exist. The classes themselves are also really personal, I didn't expect that with the huge population of PSU. Even Japanese class is fun. I have not said that for a while. Out of school activities are great too. There’s a shit-load to do. I could seriously go on all day. Another plus is that people here a pretty cool too. PSU has a pretty unique student body, mostly because people are older. It’s pretty unstructured here, and I love my free time.

In other news, I’ll be joining break dancing club and I suggest you guys do the same if you have the opportunity. People are pretty understanding no matter how bad you are and I guarantee that you’ll have a great time. Also, my teammate Kyle broke the high bar. He literally snapped it in half and sliced open his hand. Luckily he was in the foam pit and kept rotating so he didn't land on his head. This has only happened once or twice in the history of gymnastics (that is snapping in the middle) and we got it on video! Probably the only one ever. My team’s also going to Japan in February so that's gonna be amazing. A good post at least...

GODDAMMIT NOT ANOTHER ONE

Okay, so this little tropical depression showed up in the southern Gulf and became a wee lil Category 1 Hurricane a little while ago. It's called Wilma and it's the only time a storm has ever had a W name. With Wilma, this hurricane season ties 1969 as the busiest on record. If there is another hurricane, we'll be calling it Hurricane Alpha because we're all out of names.

Oh yeah, Wilma ain't so puny anymore.



Here's the report:

OCT 19, 2005 3:00AM CDT

An hour ago, the RECON reported a pressure of 892mb, tied the 2nd lowest on record with the 1935 Labor Day hurricane. The eye is an unprecedented 2NM across -- and the aircraft is taking readings from the 700mb level. Typically, 700m is around 10,000'. In Wilma's case, it is 2,132m around 6,500 feet. 168KT in the SE Quadrant, just 3NM outside from the center -- is at least 175mph sustained surface winds.


To translate, this thing has an INCREDIBLY tiny eyewall (2 nautical miles...) and is moving really, really fast. Not only that, but it now has the second lowest pressure on record, which means that it has the potential to be the second strongest hurricane on record. The best way to describe this storm is a really, really big tornado. The only thing people in its path have going for them is the fact that this thing is hauling ass so it won't have enough time to stick around and cause major damage, and the eyewall (which contains the most destructive winds) is so small that the major damage will be very centralized. Due to a very strong cold front moving through the area, Wilma is set to make a sharp right turn and slam straight through Florida and come out the other side into the greater Atlantic sometime around Sunday or Monday.

For the record, the lowest pressure system on record is Super Typhoon Tip (870 mb), which was roughly the size of the entire western United States. This hurricane is incredibly tiny compared to Tip, and yet it has an incredibly low pressure.

So there's another Cat 5 storm in the Atlantic. This has been one batshit hurricane season, and there are still almost 6 weeks left.



CORRECTION/UPDATE: Wilma's pressure has now been measured at 882 MB, making it the lowest pressure storm in the Gulf and Atlantic Basin since the dawn of pressure measurement. This also makes it the most powerful hurricane ever recorded in the Gulf. Wilma also has the smallest eye that has ever been observed. It's a record breaker, this one. Hoooly shit. This storm dropped 100 mb in pressure literally overnight. It deepened at the rate of 9.7 mb an HOUR. 90 minutes from when it was reported to be a Cat 2, it became a Cat 5. Psychotic. It's like a diseased mutant bastard child of a tornado and a hurricane. Nobody's ever seen anything like this one.

Oh Hurricane Alpha. What will you be like?

PS. Click on the link in the title. That is some CRAZY eye movement. Like the eye itself is being pushed around by the storm.

PPS. Scott does movies. Alex does Tacos. I do hurricanes. We're like an entertainment-food-catastrophic weather event news station.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

SPICY CHICKEN CRUNCHWRAP SUPREME

If you haven’t already, you're going to be hearing a lot of negativity from critics across the nation about this Crunchwrap. And there's good reason for it. The Spicy Chicken does a fine job here, but nothing that it could have been given Taco Bell’s past success with pulling tastes out of foods that are otherwise not so good. The ingredients aren't particularly original, and even mines some territory Taco Bell's covered before (but though comparisons are easy, this is NOT a "Chalupa"). It's cheesy. It's schmaltz.

But there's a reason I left the restaurant smiling. There's a reason I boarded the Tri-Met and bounded Down the street to Hawthorne Comics to pick up not only the soundtrack (called "Spicy Chicken Crunchwrap: A Collection of Music to Drive and Live By"), but this CD that I don't even know what it is that's just called "Taco Bell: Songs From the Brown Bell" (they were out of or never had John William’s amazing score). There's a reason I then nearly ran back to my house to throw this into my computer to listen to it. There's a reason it now blasts from my computer's speakers. (“You’ve got that Crunchwrap feeling, now its gone, gone, gone, whooo whooo hooow!)

And it's not just because the elevator music that Taco Bell plays is simply wonderful, though that too is true.

It's because this is a fantastic taco. There are a thousand ways critically you can bring it down, and between every article posted to Rotten Tomatoes (literally, some guy had rotten tomatoes in his) that contributed to its 31% rating, you'll be able to find all of them.

And yes it's schmaltz. Of COURSE it's schmaltz. Of COURSE it's cheesy. But since when was that necessarily such a bad thing? If it draws you in, if you care about it and you feel every moment of it, bring on the schmaltz. "Nachos" are pure schmaltz. But they are fantastic. (Personally I just order mine without the nacho cheese)

This is a Taco Bell Lover's taco. It's one to grab your friends and sit in the middle of a crowded Restataunt. If you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, this is THE dinner to serve them. Or go alone. I grabbed my buddies Bridget, Amy, and Kelly and went to Lunch knowing full well I'd be sitting with the co-workers and old people. Just sit down and let yourself be immersed in it. Take in the juicy sauce that you know Taco Bell has picked especially so you can enjoy it. Enter a sensation much like being high. Watch small town America drift by as you drive across America. Remember your first love. Remember your last love. Remember the loves you never had but were just as sweet.

And you'll hear comparisons to The "Gordita." If anyone tells you that, they have never tasted the Spicy Chicken Crunchwrap. Beyond a very BASIC ingredient list, you could not find a more different film. It spends no time trying to be hip or weird or cool, but spends every second invested in the pure taste and joy of bliss.

It's about love finding you when you absolutely need it the most. It's about reconnecting with your taste buds when you'd pretty much written the idea off. It's about making a connection with a strange food, be it spicy or mild, and giving yourself that knowledge of Taco-Belliness everytime you see your new true love, The Spicy Chicken Crunchwrap. It's about impossible ingredient combinations that are not so entirely impossible but so entirely real in their taste. If you've tasted a taco bell taco, no matter its size, you'll taste the spicy moments in this Crunchwrap as much as you taste the sweet ones. And you'll know how much you would've killed for one of those tastes to linger forever.

Chicken is a food I have despised since my mom only cooked chicken for three months strait, and on through Thanksgiving Dinner and even Christmas and its presence during Easter was enough for me to not care that the rest of the meal looked fantastic. And though one could pick apart its placed here, it was GOOD. The Chicken did exactly what it should: It was dynamic, exciting to eat, and drew me in at every turn. He made you CARE about the poor defenseless chicken that you were eating.

And the tomato-lettuce combination...I love that. I've ALWAYS loved that. From The “Gordita" on through the first time I tried The “Chalupa" to even "The Original Crunchwrap." This is the tomato-lettuce combination’s best taco to date. It's fantastic. Engaging as it always is to eat, Taco Bell managed to place them in a way I'd never seen them before. I have no idea what it was specifically, but it brought me far more down to earth and totally believable that I was eating something fit for gods. The Crunchwrap has a quality that makes you WANT to eat it, and it was there. And beyond being the tomato-lettuce who rescues the spicy chicken from evils of the hard-shell you CARE about the plants that were sacrificed so that you could enjoy your meal


The rest of the supporting ingredients...fantastic. Taco Bell never for one second lets any one of them just be another ingredient in the Crunchwrap; merely a pleasantry taste that you can rely on to cut to for a momentary explosion. They matter.

I simply cannot recommend this enough. It's a FUNNY LOOKING taco. With a HEARTFELT taste. Taco Bell loves and it cares about its customers, its employees, EVERYONE. My only regret in writing this is you might go with so high expectations that, slight as the chance is, you could be disappointed. And though it's worth every word I've written, it's a personal taco. People will connect to it in a lot of different ways, just like every kind of food Taco Bell has ever made. This is how I connected.

And that's one point I gotta make...this is not a Crunchwrap for everyone, but not in the same way "Fiesta Potatoes" isn't for everyone. This isn't something you "get" or "don't get." There's not a whole lot to get. It's a matter of if you feel it or not. It's not a bad thing if you don't. I didn't feel an ounce of " The Half Pound Beef and Potato Burrito” the first time I tried it, but when I tuned into it months later, I fell in love with it.

It's not "The Half Pound Beef and Potato Burrito " (my second-favorite food ever). It's not "The Spicy Chicken Soft Taco" (my favorite small taco ever). It's not at ALL "Fiesta Potatoes."

It's its own particular special brand of feel-great food that makes me not for a second want to go back and read over this to make sure I'd said the wrong thing or written too much about it or see if I wrote anything embarrassing in my pure excitement or let it sit for a day and wonder if I really liked it as much as I think I do, because right now it's my favorite food of this year. That includes " The Half Pound Beef and Potato Burrito " or "The Fiesta Potatoes" or "The Spicy Chicken Soft Taco" or "Chicken Ranchero Gordita" or any of the other tacos I've been talking about whenever someone brings up Taco Bell to go see right now. I simply ADORE the Spicy Chicken Crunchwrap Supreme.

And what you have just read is the feeling I got coming out of the restaurant. And THAT'S the feeling that matters in reviewing a taco.

Now go out, tell the food critics to go to Hell on this one, and bask in it.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

ELIZABETHTOWN

If you haven’t already, you're going to be hearing a lot of negativity from critics across the nation about this movie. And there's good reason for it. Orlando Bloom does a fine job here, but nothing that it could have been given Cameron Crowe's past success with pulling performances out of people who are otherwise not so good. The story isn't particularly original, and even mines some territory Crowe's covered before (but though comparisons are easy, this is NOT "Jerry Maguire"). It's cheesy. It's schmaltz.

But there's a reason I left the theater smiling. There's a reason I boarded the subway and bounded up the stairs to Newbury Comics to pick up not only the soundtrack (called "Elizabethtown: A Collection of Music to Drive and Live By"), but this CD that I don't even know what it is that's just called "Elizabethtown: Songs From the Brown Hotel" (they were out of or never had Nancy Wilson's amazing score). There's a reason I then nearly ran back to the dorm to throw this into my computer to listen to it. There's a reason it now blasts from my computer's speakers.

And it's not just because the music is simply wonderful, though that too is true.

It's because this is a fantastic film. There are a thousand ways critically you can bring it down, and between every article posted to Rotten Tomatoes that contributed to its 31% rating, you'll be able to find all of them.

And yes it's schmaltz. Of COURSE it's schmaltz. Of COURSE it's cheesy. But since when was that necessarily such a bad thing? If it draws you in, if you care about it and you feel every moment of it, bring on the schmaltz. "Jerry Maguire" was pure schmaltz. But it's fantastic.

This is an audience's film. It's one to grab your friends and sit in the middle of a huge crowd. If you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, this is THE movie to see with them. Or go alone. I grabbed my buddy Ben and went to the 8:00 show knowing full well I'd be sitting with the couples. Just sit down and let yourself be immersed in it. Take in the music that you know Crowe has picked especially so you can enjoy it. Watch small town America drift by as you drive across America. Remember your first love. Remember your last love. Remember the loves you never had but were just as sweet.

And you'll hear comparisons to "Garden State." If anyone tells you that, they never saw the film. Beyond a very BASIC plot structure, you could not find a more different film. It spends no time trying to be hip or weird or cool, but spends every second invested in the humanity of the story.

It's about love finding you when you absolutely need it the most. It's about reconnecting with your family when you'd pretty much written the idea off. It's about making a connection with a total stranger, be it romantic or friendly, and giving them that knowing sign everytime you see them. It's about impossible road trips that are so entirely impossible but so entirely real in their emotion. If you've been on a road trip, no matter its size, you'll feel the road moments in this film as much as you feel the love ones. And you'll know how much you would've killed for one of those cases to start on.

Orlando Bloom is an actor I have despised since "Pirates," and on through "Return of the King" and "Troy" and his presence in "Kingdom of Heaven" was enough for me to not care that the rest of it looked fantastic. And though one could pick apart his performance here, he was GOOD. He did exactly what he should: He was dynamic, exciting to watch, and drew me in at every turn. He made you CARE about Drew Baylor.

And Kirsten Dunst...I love her. I've ALWAYS loved her. From "Spider-Man" on through the first time I saw "The Virgin Suicides" to even "Wimbledon." This is her best performance to date. It's fantastic. Engaging as she always is to watch, Crowe managed to photograph her in a way I'd never seen her before. I have no idea what it was specifically, but it brought her far more down to earth and totally believable as a girl from small-town Kentucky. She has a quality that makes you WANT to watch her, and it was there. And beyond being the girl who rescues the guy from emotional lows, you CARE about Claire Colburn.

The rest of the supporting cast...fantastic. Crowe and his company never for one second lets any one of them just be another character in the film; merely a joke that you can rely on to cut to for a laugh. They matter.

I simply cannot recommend this enough. It's a FUNNY film. It's a HEARTFELT film. It loves and it cares about its audience, its characters, EVERYONE. My only regret in writing this is you might go with so high expectations that, slight as the chance is, you could be disappointed. And though it's worth every word I've written, it's a personal film. People will connect to it in a lot of different ways, just like every film Crowe has ever made. This is how I connected.

And that's one point I gotta make...this is not a film for everyone, but not in the same way "Oldboy" isn't for everyone. This isn't something you "get" or "don't get." There's not a whole lot to get. It's a matter of if you feel it or not. It's not a bad thing if you don't. I didn't feel an ounce of "Almost Famous" the first time I saw it, but when I tuned into it years later, I fell in love with it.

It's not "Almost Famous" (my second-favorite movie ever). It's not "Jerry Maguire" (my favorite romantic comedy ever). It's not at ALL "Garden State."

It's its own particular special brand of feel-great movie that makes me not for a second want to go back and read over this to make sure I'd said the wrong thing or written too much about it or see if I wrote anything embarrassing in my pure excitement or let it sit for a day and wonder if I really liked it as much as I think I do, because right now it's my favorite movie this year. That includes "Oldboy" or "Thumbsucker" or "A History of Violence" or "War of the Worlds" or any of the other movies I've been talking about whenever someone brings up movies to go see right now. I simply ADORE this movie.

And what you have just read is the feeling I got coming out of the movie. And THAT'S the feeling that matters in reviewing it.

Now go out, tell the critics to go to Hell on this one, and bask in it.

Friday, October 14, 2005

For those of you who I didn't tell....

I should have posted this a while ago but I didn't get around to it.

Former Jesuit student files suit, saying a teacher molested him
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Friday, October 07, 2005


The $4 million lawsuit alleges that Rev. John Schwartz abused "J.T." in the '80s

A former Jesuit High School student has filed a $4 million lawsuit against the school, saying that a teacher molested him in the late 1980s.

The former student, identified by the initials "J.T." in the lawsuit, claims that the Rev. John Schwartz engaged in various sex acts with him in 1986 and 1987.

John Kaempf, an attorney for Jesuit High School, issued the following statement:

"First and foremost, the Jesuit High School community condemns sexual abuse. In its nearly 50 years of educating students, Jesuit has never before had a priest accused of sexual abuse of a student. Jesuit's most important priority is the safety of its students.

"Unfortunately, this is the first notice to Jesuit of these claims, which involve alleged events nearly 20 years ago and an anonymous plaintiff. Father John Schwartz was never accused of any wrongdoing when he worked for Jesuit from 1981 to 1987.

"Jesuit will promptly investigate this matter so this case can be fairly resolved," wrote Kaempf, a shareholder in the law firm of Bullivant Houser Bailey.

Schwartz is no longer a member of the Oregon Province of the Society of Jesus, also known as the Jesuits. He is now a parish priest in the Archdiocese of San Francisco, Kaempf said.

A spokesman for the San Francisco Archdiocese did not return a call seeking comment Thursday.

The lawsuit against Jesuit High was filed Wednesday in Multnomah County Circuit Court.

Jesuit is an Oregon nonprofit and is independent of the Portland Archdiocese, which sought bankruptcy protection last year in the face of millions of dollars in sexual abuse claims. -- Ashbel S. Green

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Because I Can; Dave's Last Weekend in Summary

By the insistence of Nancy and the encouragement of Ben, I have been persuaded to contribute my blurb to the blog. Well, ok, Nancy said she'd kill me and I always tell Ben that I'll post and then don't. The only marginally interesting event to recently occur was last weekend's debate tournament in which I was ranked 10th out of around 32 people in the novice category. I brought home a gavel with "M Jack Parker Invitational / Novice Parliamentary Debate, 2005-10th Speaker" engraved on it. A little hardware earned is a little spirit boosted ;) The more interesting story is my acquisition of the nickname "the van guy." I'll try to keep it short, but basically we had stayed up all night playing drinking games (I didn't drink... I felt like the loser freshman who wants to drink with the upperclassman but can't hold it as well... I didn't want to be that kid :P). Anyhow, around 4:00 I decided I was hungry, and (being sexiled from our room) everyone else decided that finding a 24hr. restaurant would indeed be the best course of action. So we went out and ate (in retrospect, it is surprising that we weren't kicked out...), and upon returning one of the ladies from another team announced that she had never seen the sunrise, and wanted to know if anyone wanted to join her. Being the chivalrous individual I am, I agreed to accompany her so she could enjoy her sunrise without being subjected to the gloom of solitude. Long story short, we ran around looking for the best spot to watch from, and I decided that a moving van in the lot would provide the perfect vantage point (completely neglecting to observe the balcony attached to the hotel...). So around 6, a guy in a pickup decked out with the standard contractor equipment (ladder on the side, nails rolling around in the bed) showed up and yells "hey, do you know whose van that is?" In an effort to satisfy the man's concern that we might be trespassing, I answered with the brilliantly witty "No, sir." He didn't seem to see the wit of my statement, and proceeded to inform the front desk, who informed the owner of the van, who informed my coach, who informed all his coaching colleagues (we have the coolest coaches; they're basically college kids who graduated by accident ;). So the next day I was waiting in a room waiting for one of the semifinal debate rounds to begin (which I was observing, not participating in), when her coach walks in and says (in a voice loud enough to be clearly intended for the whole audience) "Which one of you Marquette kids kept my debater up all night on top of a van in the Best Western parking lot?" Clearly he had slanderous intent... which of course resulted in a chorus of laughter at my expense. So from then on, everyone present (and some ppl I didn't think were there...) called me "the van guy." I might add that the implication that we had, uh, relations boosts my ego, but isn't accurate (to the disappointment of my teammates). Once again, I didn't want to be the teenager trying to score with the 20 year old... lol. Cool as that would be for me, it probably wouldn't reflect well on her ;) So anyhow, I had a blast, didn't sleep at all (literally, and the weekend is catching up w/ me), came away with a gavel and a reputation to show for it (not that any of you couldn't have), and I am looking forward to the next wild weekend vacation/party (who would've guessed?) we call parli. debate. Goodnight all, and keep it classy fellow bloggers.

p.s. - the link is to a similar gavel... not a picture of mine - mine has a gold band ;)

Monday, October 10, 2005

The Chariot Race

The guy on the same two-by-four as me is on my roommate, the two in front are roommates from down the hall, and the guy standing in the beer can was our charioteer. We built that behemoth in the dark. It made me miss tech theatre, mainly because most of the time I was doing bitch jobs but also because I knew we could have built it better. Saturday was the race. Unfortunately my RA wasn't smart enough to take any action shots. You might have seen our chariot and all it's beasts of burden bite it majorly, with me doing a full-front flip and hitting my head on a two-by-four. Or maybe the crazy alcoholic savant junior (not pictured, replaced one of the freshman in front, has a four point and drinks his way through every class and test and hadn't stopped drinking until six in the morning the day of the race) jet over after we fell and lay down in front of the other team's chariot to buy us time to regroup. Or our charioteer urge us to catch up, cigarette in mouth while the crowd went wild. Or us hanging our heads in shame as we failed once again to advance 4A to the second round. (we have never won even a prelim, we're kind of like the Keough lovable losers.)



Anyway, it was fo sho better than a lame pirate dance, seeing as though we also had a vomitoreum contest as well as a toga party. And I'm just counting down till I'm back in Ptown, though it won't be the same without having you guys to drive to.

Happy One Year Anniversary!!!

Happy One Year Anniversary!!!

I love you!

-Karolyn

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Engineering homework rocks

Proof positive that engineering is pretty cool:



My pizza cutter. Oh pizza cutter, you so sexy.

So... whassup?

"Skinny Old Men In Very Tight Pants" or "The Rolling Stones Live In Concert"

So, I went and saw me some Rolling Stones last night.

Me and 59,999 other people. Give or take.

It was SO GOOD...such a spectacle, these guys who played ridiculously well, with Mick Jagger pouting and prancing and thrusting across the stage in lots of different outfits, the most diverse crowd I've ever seen, age-wise and social status-wise (and about 70% of them drunk), a huge screen, these HUGE fire pillar things that shot out of the top and made the stadium really hot every time they turned on and a stage that extended down this huge catwalk to go straight into the crowd and throwing their guitar pics...or their actual guitar, if you're Mick Jagger (the crowd went NUTS).

They played some new stuff, from their new CD "A Bigger Bang", but those didn't get nearly the reaction their old stuff did, like "Wild Horses", "Dead Flowers", "Satisfaction", "You Can't Always Get What You Want", "Jumping Jack Flash", "Honky Tonk Woman", and others. The only one I didn't hear that I really wanted to was "Get Off Of My Cloud", but I survived.

Mick is in really good shape for a 60 year old...he called it "Dur-ham", but he also called Harvard the Duke of the North, so it was all okay.

Favorite Quote, courtesy of Keith Richards:
(walks up to the microphone, looks around, takes a pull on his cigarette, rubs his eyes, and grins)
"It's great to see you all...ah hell, it's great to see anything."

Oh Keith, I love you.

They played for about 2 hours...the opening act was a guy from Phish, but I didn't get there in time to see him, so I don't know how he was. It was awesome.

Pictures:
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/katiebieze/my_photos

In other news, initation is tonight. ("What, it's tonight? What was all that other stuff you had to do, Katie?" That was freshmen tasks. This is the actual initation.) We are to meet at the bus stop with a swim suit on under our clothes, a towel and a pair of goggles at 5:00 to be taken somewhere by the seniors to become real swimmers. And I have to know all that stuff about the whole team, so I'm studying all day today, pretty much. I'll be happy when it's over.

Oh, and Fall Break is this weekend (and if I didn't have to stay here and train, I would have been in Boston visiting Ellie arrrrrgggh instead I get to be humiliated along with the rest of the freshmen swimmers) and almost all the freshmen are gone except some athletes, so the campus is pretty much dead, even the dining halls are closed. Rather lonely, but I get to hang out with my team, so whatever, it's all good.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Just to keep you posted.

I hope this doesn't fall into the category of unblog worthy but here goes.

So I decided you should all know this, but as I have found it hard to tell the few people who know over the phone I felt this just might be a better way to let you all know what's going on.

Last night I got into the airport at Portland and my mom told me that my dad was in the hospital. I of course wanted to see him.

I can tell you that over the last month and a half my dad has become someone I no longer recognize. He now weighs less than me and most likely less than most of you and he can no longer really do anything for himself.

He was sent to the hospital due to an infection in his stomach from having liquid repeatedly drained from his body over the last six months. As of tonight he is having liver failure, kidney failure, and his blood sugar and potassium levels are too high and will soon result in heart failure if they cannot be brought down. When I went to see him tonight he looked comatose. He couldn't talk and he kind of just starred at me an my mom.

Further more none of us can get in touch with Dylan to let him know whats going on so if you can or know how to please let me know. My mom already has too much to worry about with my dad and now she is worrying about my brother, so if you could help I would be very appreciative.


Finally, feel free to call, just don't expect me to be at all composed, as I said lack of composure is why I am writing this. I am supposed to go back to school on Tuesday, but that depends on how well my dad is doing and how well I do at convincing my mom to let me stay.

Anyway, you all are like family to me and I just wanted you all to know what was going on.

Hate to post again so soon, but...

Just talked to Michael Fullman, and I talked to my dad earlier, and both said Coffee House went uber-well. All the acts were high-class, the crowd wasn't that large (which you may think is a bad thing, but every now and then, lemme tell you, you couldn't ASK for a greater blessing). There weren't any freshman stand-outs, which is lame 'cause my brother and I always held the belief that every year some freshman breaks out in the House. Two years ago it was Maddy Bennet. Last year Tyler Montgomery. But who knows, maybe there was and Michael isn't perceptive enough.

But yeah, thought ya'll would wanna know 'cause a lot of you put in some hours on the House (or just freeloaded to get good seats).

Friday, October 07, 2005

Snapshots

Hey, Nancy recently pointed out to me that I haven't done movie reviews in awhile. I'd thought about it, and she's probably right. Then she ordered me that this has to change. So, without further ado, the last eleven movies I've seen ('cause ten ain't good enough).

THE ARISTOCRATS - Funnier than anything you'll see this year. Yes, funnier than 40-Year-Old Virgin.

THE BROTHERS GRIMM - The only thing worse than a bad film is a decent one.

THE CONSTANT GARDENER - Getting a lotta praise for all the right reasons. The smartest, most complex love story/political thriller EVER.

KISS KISS, BANG BANG (first movie in Boston!) - Doesn't come out for a few weeks, but I saw this like a month ago. Ha ha. It's decently entertaining, but hardly a must see. See it if you love "Get Shorty." Not "Be Cool." That's ass.

LORD OF WAR - I liked it better when it had drugs, starred the Depp, and was called "Blow."

THUMBSUCKER - The best awkward teen movie since "Rushmore." Seriously...see it. I don't know how you wouldn't love it.

PROOF - A good, but not great adaptation of a great play.

CORPSE BRIDE - Not as good as "Nightmare Before Christmas." But what is?

A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE - Incredible...if you like your thrillers, this puts most of the rest to shame.

DOMINO - Keira Knightley's hot. And she kicks ass. Along with Mickey Rourke (Marv from "Sin City"). Directed by the guy who did "True Romance" and "Man on Fire" with a script from the "Donnie Darko" guy. 'Nuff said. I actually have a full review sitting around that I could post since the bastards at Aint it Cool didn't use it.

GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK - One of many films that makes me wish I had the balls to be a journalist. A great film, though...best ensemble cast of the year.

And that's all for now. Next week, the latest from writer/director/genius Cameron Crowe ("Jerry Maguire," "Almost Famous") and Philip Seymour Hoffman, who I am more and more convinced is the best actor working.

Annapolis

http://annapolis.movies.com

hope you guys enjoy.

Living the dream...

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Oh Look, I'm Famous! Kind of.

So the rosters are up for Duke teams. Including Swim Team. Of which I'm a member.

That's me: (unless the link doesn't work, in which case, it is not me.)

http://www.goduke.com/ViewArticle.dbml?SPSID=22806&SPID=1848&DB_OEM_ID=4200&ATCLID=195618&Q_SEASON=2005

Yes, I'm getting a haircut, this weekend, in fact, because yes, it's ridiculously long.
And yep, there's a movie with me talking!...and looking up at the prompt above the camera so I'm not really making eye contact. I apologize.

Initiation update:: Last task (before initiation...ha, oh god.): Learn the first names and last names, hometown and state, year, what they swim, and a random fact...for every member of the team.

Feel free to peruse the rosters and see how many people that is. Quite a few.

And I have to know them by Saturday, and since I have a midterm tomorrow, I will not start studying for this swimming quiz until Friday.

I think I'll make flash cards.

p.s. since people have been talking about concerts, I just bought tickets to the All-American Rejects/Rooney/The Academy Is concert in November. I'm excited. DCFC is coming later this month, but they're sold out...oh well, I've seen them before. Yeah, Durham might be a little sketch, but we have an awesome cheap concert music scene.

Mr. Keough.

I ran into Mr. Keough today during a fire alarm and we talked for a really long time. He asked after most of you, those of you he knows, and I told him that you were all doing great. He told me to say hi to you and feel free to e-mail or call him if you ever want to talk to him.

So if you want either his number or address just let me know and I will gladly provide you with it.

He said the next time any of you come to visit he'd like to see you, although I don't really see anybody else visiting but the offer is there.

THIS...is CNN?

Today's headlines:

Iraq reverses change to voting rule
Blast Kills 10
Hurricane Stan kills 74
Conservatives unconvinced about Miers
Critics hit Bush call for military role against bird flu
Lindsay Lohan in another car crash

Oh, that Lohan. Always getting into trouble.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

The Home Front

Fort Clatsop has burned down.

The cast of Forigner has been...cast.

If you want more information click on the above link.

Was that "brief and to the point" enough? I didn't tell anyone what I had for breakfast. I think I summarized that post very well.

Proof Positive: Math Drives Ya Crazy (or to the bottle)

Well, today's Math80 Quiz section started off normally enough. We hung out until our TA, a scrawny pseudo-emo nerd guy, showed up and let us into the top room in Cudahy Hall (with the comfy black chairs, hell yeah). Then he gave us back our quizzes.

This is what he put on mine (sorry the photo is kinda fuzzy, I lack a scanner).



It's a drawing of a horse with those novelty eyes pasted onto it that says "that was good naaaaaaay great." Every kid who scored a perfect (pretty much all of us except for a couple of kids who didn't actually show up for the quiz, oops) got back a paper with some sort of crazy-eyed animal doodle on it extolling their goodness at proving the limit. When confronted about having way too much time on his hands, our TA simply stated "nah, I just grade 'em when I'm drunk."

So THAT'S why I'm getting a 98 in Calculus.

Open to Public Scrutiny

...Though really, I doubt you'll change my mind, or help make it up.

I'm thinking that as I really decided to take Psychology because it was the closest to being Undecided without actually putting it down on the application (I couldn't put Undecided down because for my special online application, the option "undecided" did NOT exist. Others managed to put it down, but I pushed the U button and the drop-down menu did not respond. Bastards.), I might switch my major to Spanish. Not for international studies, not for education, just for Spanish. It means I can learn a third language, too.

Other than that...I'm pretty sure not much is going on here at CUA. The dork dorm remains ever the dork dorm.

Oh, and this whole "work" thing...it's so weird, now that it's finally setting in.

Anyway, that's the news over here.

I figured that even if it's a crappy post, I might as well let you guys know I'm still actually alive.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Third Eye Blind, or Why I'm glad I kept my MP3 player and didn't sell out like the rest of you who got ipods, especially Ken

So yeah, Third Eye Blind kicked ass. well, I really have nothing to compare it to, but if I did... yeah, I have no idea. Matt Nathanson opened, for those of you who don't know who he is, he sung "Laid" on the American Wedding soundtrack. For those of you who still don't know who he is, he was okay. He had a monologue before each song, which were pretty funny. He started talking about penises and vaginas... and getting funk on... I don't know... Third Eye Blind played stuff on their upcoming album, so that was sweet, even if they weren't that good. Or maybe it was that noone had ever heard them before. I don't know. Anyway, I recorded the whole thing on my mp3 player, but unfortunatly the quality blows... hard. I was able to get "Laid" pretty good, but that's about it. Yeah, never before reviewing concerts, I have very little to say about it... There were lights, pot, and crowd surfing, but I guess that's all prety standard... Had a ton of fun, even if it wasn't the best concert ever. Either way, defintely looking forward to Slope Day, when we'll have a major band play. Last year was Snoop Dogg. Maybe I'll luck out.

PS: If anybody is terribly interested, I think I'm going to try out the whole personal blog thing for a while...