Going Home?

Hi all, yes the blog putters on. Most of this puttering is due to Jeff, so thank him when you see him! I write this post from the North East Kingdom. I’m back in Vermont for 2 weeks! The weather is cool and the nights are cooler! no more 100deg Days! Here’s a funny video of Vermont or the 802… if you will. Take a gander click here! On that note I want to talk about my title, Going Home?. To adequately talk about this I must invite you to travel back in time. Last Christmas I came home for a week or so. I was accosted by a bitter truth, and this revelation lead me to a week long depression and melancholies. I came home and realized that my home had left without me. My Friends I knew and loved had moved on with there lives just as I had done over the past year. I felt oddly astray in my own house as my old room had been filled by another, my possessions commandeered. Home just didn’t feel like home.I felt like an outsider. It pained me, the inside joke that i once had been a part of were replace with new friends and new jokes. The closeness I felt with friends had grown to a distance. It took me a while to understand and remedy the feelings I felt.

We should now climb back into the time machine jump to a few days ago. In Terminal B of Charlotte International Airport. I came to this conclusion: Home was not Home for me anymore. My real home was in Auburn where I lived and Springfield Vt was no longer where I belonged. I had to remind myself that when I returned to Vt I was not gonig home but rather visiting family and friends! This realization helped me get over this speed bump that i guess most college students have to conquer. There will come a point when Home is not Home any more. And So as i get to the end of this post and quickly realize that there is no real point to this. So all I have to say is that when you get to this point in your life, and yes, you will get to this point. You must take it in stride and realize that it is not the end of the world nor something that you should waist time depressed over. Its just life and its you growing up.

And on a totally different subject, I just watched Madea Goes to Prison, and it wasn’t very good.

Also my dog has horrid gas right now, so I’m going to finish this sentience and leave the area.

 

Hey Man I got Big News

Summer is here! Nothing says summer like sitting in Apt 49 (jeff and I live there)

doing absolutely nothing. With the afore mentioned Apt 49 to trains of though have left the station known as my mind and are in route to this blog. Train A: a description of last night is in order. Train B: It has been brought to my attention that some people would like to see the apartment get a name, much like the “plex” (if you lost its not important im trying to kill time at work and i dont want to explain the history of the term plex). Now im not one for naming my own dwelling and thing the public should do it. we are going to have an open forum to express potential names. to do this you can comment below or facebook me a name. That was Train B. but it left a car at Windsor Station and that leads me to a off topic that must be addressed before moving on to Train A, which was my original thought. If you know Jason Vargas you may know that he is out of the country. AND to show him that we love him I have come up with a Plan! I would like all who are able, aka facebook friends to write on his wall, “Hey Man, I Got Big News!” Vargas will then respond back with”what?” from there you respond ” I got a yellow dinosaur” . That will then evoke a land slide of confusion on the side of Vargas. From there on The Oxford Comma want nothing more and you can lead the conversation that you have started any way you want! Well that is the end of that random thought! My English teacher would kill me if he read this and saw how utterly diluted any form of organization is in this post; so for his sake i will start Train A off with a new Paragraph! hows that for a transitional sentence?!

Now on to Train of Thought A! Last night was a awesome time! let me set the mood. Its 4:30 pm Jeff has just gotten of work and is in transit to the Apt. Matt (homeless at the moment sleeping at the apt) is asleep on the the futon. I am watching something on TV due to my lack of memory i doubt it was that good! Any way I start playing Fall out 3 (an xbox game for those who have a life) I am was in a video game mood so dont hate. Scratch that Matt was not there! he was at toomers showing off his lower back or something. Jeff walks in the door and takes a nap on the futon catty corner to mine. I play for an hour and get bored so I stop. about this time i get hungry so I go to the kitchen and get so cabot cheese (its from Vermont) Cabot cheese is very good at what they do. The make the BEST extra extra sharp cheddar cheese. (ill think ill write about it one day) Anywho, after i eat that matt walks in and sits down still bored i go back to the video game. Jeff is still asleep. Matt is now hogging my futon. By 5:45 jeff has moved all of twenty feet to the porch were he smoked a pipe in the setting sun. He was smoking Georgia Cream. Hmm! I go out to keep him company, because matt had failed me in avenue and was now soundly asleep on the couch (thats kinda important so remember that). I skate around the parking lot on my longboard as i wait for jeff to finish up. after he is done we decide after seeing that there is nothing on tv, to watch Benjamin Button. this takes place at 6:14pm Turns out Benjamin Button is 3 flippin hours long! So matt who has already seen it goes upstairs to take nap. needless to say the movie started and was just interesting enough to keep me from turning it off, but boring enough to keep me asking myself why I wasnt. Any about the time that Benjamin knocks up the dancer i get a text from none other that matt! the text reads “Do we have any clear liquids bro?” I chuckle for I am no stranger to upset stomachs. Jeff and I pause the movie and help matt. after that ordeal matt goes back to bed and it is almost 10:00 (matts been asleep for 4 hours now) We finish up the movie and Jeff and I agree on giving the movie a “fair” rating and start watching TV. Family guy is on and I turn on the Christmas lights! the door is open and and a gentile breeze assaults the house cooling us and sending jeff and i into a moment of relaxation and bliss (were on separate couches so don’t get any stupid ideas) The family guy episode is the one where stewie say “cool wHip” so that was fun. then by 11:30 a fight had come on and we were watching this scrappy Asian fight this other guy! the other guy was the favorite so jeff and I took the side of the Asian who’s name rhymed with Mario. Anyway he lost so we watched the next fight, by this time, 11:40, Matt has woken up and comes down and once agian sits on my futon and jeff is sprawled out on the other one. But i didnt care cause it was a good fight and i didnt want to lay down. between rounds matt explained that he had a very upset stomach. the fight ended at 11:56 and we went to bed. Matt was up for only about 7 hrs of the day if I calculated correctly the rest of the 17hrs he slept! haha. Any that was yesterday in a nut shell.

things to remember!

-write on jason vargas’ wall

-comment or fb and names you have in mind for Apt 49

-I have a cool video to show you

-the word count for this post is 1013.

A Dock And Some Riff Raff

Hello from a deserted town,

Jeff and I took a little break from this Kick”nates” blog. But i got some time and some things i would like to say so i thought this would be a worthy time to write. If you are still trying to figure out what “nates” is worry no more! Nates according to a nurse in training is another name for your butt cheek. So naturally all my friends with the name Nate have suffered from this recent discovery. Your job is to spread the Stoke. The term nates is “swiffering” the nation! (thanks to Dane Cook for that line)

So Ive gotten to do some reading lately. you may be asking, “Zack can read?” , yes he can. I was given this book last CHRISTmas by a dear ole friend. The Book, is humbly called God in the Dock, by C.S. Lewis. It contains 48 essays and 12 letters ranging from logic of theology to the role of women in church. The title’s meaning has been lost to modern culture. But back in the day a dock is the area a man would sit if he is on trial. Thus, God in the Dock is God on trial. so go pick up a copy and give it a read. you may want some advil, Lewis has been known to give me a few head aches.

Now onto some riff! We have a new band of the weekish! Ive been listening to them a lot as of late and put them on with out Jeff’s approval. Not the he would disapprove, i know he like the band but i just want there to be diversity in our music out put which is why i am BAND OF THE WEEKish PALOOZA!!! You guessed it two bands in one week!

With the previous paragraph summing up the riff. Attention must now be directed towards the raff!

Here is a poem i would like you to read, its called Dammit I’m Mad

Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.

Read it one more time let it sink in.

now that you have read this poem i would like to ask you if you know what a palindrome is? If you know then you are already doing this but if you dont i would like you to note that a palindrome is something that can be read backwards or frontwards and it spells the same thing. For instance “Anna”, “Hannah”, or “do geese see God?

This is the longest poetic palindrome ever written. and it was written by Demetri Martin.

Well this has been fun, let the record show that last night i successfully cut an M&M in half with a 6′ft bull whip. (jeff i hope you are laughing as hard as i am right now)

thank you and good night.

The Oxford Comma

Band of the Week-ish

 

Here we go with another music thing. Dude’s name this week is Andrew Bird. He plays violin and guitar and he sings. Also, Nick Wells likes him.

“Bird could be the only performer who’s lit up both Lollapalooza and Bonnaroo with a combination of vocals, violin, guitar, glockenspiel and whistling… he uses centuries-old instrumentation to give depth and soul to folk rock.”–ESQUIRE “The Masters Are Dead–Long Live The Masters,” November 2008

• January 20, 2009 – Andrew Bird releases Noble Beast on Fat Possum Records. The self-produced album consists of 14 original songs recorded primarily at the Beech House in Nashville, with additional recording taking place at various Chicago and Minneapolis locations over a period of five months. As usual, Bird handles violin, vocals, whistling and guitar, with back-up from live cohorts Martin Dosh (percussion, looping, keys), Jeremy Ylvisaker (guitar, bass, organ, shortwave) and more recently Mike Lewis, plus a supporting cast including Kelly Hogan, Todd Sickafoose, and the band Loney Dear.

Here is his site. And, here is a video[s]

If any of these videos suck, I’m sorry, I didn’t watch them first.