Wednesday, December 8, 2010

. . . sometimes i'm just too hip to function.

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Cooler than cool, the pinnacle of what is "it". 
Beyond all trends and conventional coolness. 
Not to be mistaken for "deck".
"Stay away from the tacky velvet-rope MTV 
frat-boy clubs on the beach. Check out this party 
downtown instead, it's gonna be hip."

This is what I am. Sometimes, it gets a little 
outta control, no joke. I spend my days mocking 
your consumerism, wearing sarcasm and my 
lack of dignity proudly, and thoroughly enjoying 
this new found scene. Really, I'm so scene right 
now it's not even funny. Okay, that's a lie, I'm lame. 
I think only people who aren't hipsters secretly 
really really want to be hipsters. And people who 
are hipsters deny it to the bitter end. But, alas, I 
cannot be one. Here are a few reasons why:
  1. Let's start with a definition:
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    Aged indie kids, Hipsters still maintain the air of snobbery, still shop atsalvation army, and still have a completely astonishing array of knowledge when it comes to obscure musicpop-culture non-sequiturs, and political sneers. Absolutely a blast to be friends with, hell to be enemies of, hipsters are the most bi-polar of all thestereotypes when it comes to how they treat you. Can be recognized by books like "The Clockwork Orange", "Everything is Illuminated", orobscure philosophy books, by authors akin to Dostoevsky.
    "Dude, remember sarah?"
    "yeah, that little indie kid, why?"
    "i saw her in a coffee shop they other day, reading 
    The Brothers. She now goes by Anthurium..."
    "Oh, our little indie kid has transformed into a hipster butterfly!"
    And that's from Urban Dictionary, so we know it's legit.

    2. I've never been in a Salvation Army. I rock the New Beginnings look. Grizzly Bear is one of my favorite bands. I own a book by Fyodor Dostoevsky; haven't read it, but it's sitting on my desk. Yet, I am not a hipster.

    3. I have more than 2% body fat. I am immediately kicked out.

    4. I hate Neil Diamond.

    5. I don't have a horse.

    6. Effortlessly cool? Bull, I try really hard to look like this. There are a lot of steps to look like this. 
    Maybe I should just give up my aspirations of joining this elite crew. Just know that I love their irony, music, and liberal arts degrees. Maybe we aren't so different, the hipsters and I. . . oh, wait. Who am I trying to kid? I still have my self respect. . .

Monday, November 22, 2010

The Dark Knight Rises.

605 days

The Dark Knight Rises.
I hope you're pumped.
I'm so stoked. I thought that Christopher Nolan had achieved film perfection with the Dark Knight, but I can't wait to see what he does here.  As of right now, it's starring the usual suspects, like Christian Bale, Gary Oldman, Morgan Freeman and Michael Caine. But it's the villain that I'm excited about. With Nolan looking to cast two leading female roles, it's uncertain if they will be both villains or just innocent bystanders. We will have to wait and see. But I have some ideas for the rest of the villains. (:

Harvey Dent (Aaron Eckhart)
Sure, we saw Mr. Dent take a tumble at the end of TDK, but personally, I think he deserves a more noble death than that. Will Two-Face make an appearance in Nolan's newest installment?  Perhaps. He hasn't been ruled out. Nolan did say that he was bringing back characters used in TDK. . .

Hush is also a possible candidate. He was childhood friends with Bruce Wayne and eventually the friendship turned into pure loathing. But here's the thing, Hush is closely tied to the Riddler (a character that Nolan has already shot down. Good thing, too, after that Jim Carrey fiasco). If Nolan is planning on staying true to the Batman Universe, I don't know how he could use Hush. Though he would be freaking sweet.

He'd be difficult to make realistic, but he'd be rad. Would Nolan reuse a villain previously portrayed in an earlier Batman movie?

Mr. Zsasz
Yeah, he was mentioned in BB. He's a nutcase that was incarcerated at Arkham Asylum. He's basically a common serial killer, but he's darker than that. He keeps a tally of his victims, or "zombies," as he likes to call them. . . on his body. In a world where we're looking for something a little shocking or off, I think Zsasz would be a very appropriate villain.

Dr. Hugo Strange
With the addition of actor Tom Hardy to the roster, one has to question where he will go. One popular place to try and fit him is in the role of Dr. Strange.  He's one of the oldest villains in the Batman Universe. Even older than the Joker and Catwoman. Is it bizarre to anyone else but me that he hasn't been used in a Batman movie yet?

Harvey Bullock
Bullock is a cop trying to cut Gordon's legs out from underneath him. He does this all clumsily, as though it were an accident. Who doesn't love a good crooked-cop story?

Please bring back Cillian Murphy. Please. Please?

Lady Villains?
Poison Ivy - I hope not.
Catwoman - There was a reference to cats in TDK, but I've always seen her as more of an anti-hero.
Ventriloquist - I think she's kind of a hokey character.
Harley Quinn - Too soon? I think so.
Talia Al Ghul- If any female villain, I hope it's her.

Regardless of the villain, I'm excited for this movie.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Eau de Dog Food

It was a dark and stormy night. . . okay, not really. But it was rainy. So, naturally, my roomie Mairin and I went to the most happening place in town, Walmart. We meandered around the store for a while, and I noticed the Christmas decorations. Of course, I couldn't avoid them, so I moseyed over and did my business. I have failed to mention the giant Huskers tent imposing on my Christmastime splendor. It was huge, obnoxious, but most of all, Nebraska-y. If you know me at all, I'm not a UNL fan. Let's face it, I'm the worst Nebraskan out there (BOOMER SOONER). But I digress, remember how I mentioned Mairin my  roomie?
Yeah, her. She was filled to the brim with piss and vinegar that night. And she vocalized her opinion about that stupid tent. After I picked up my yuletide gems, we were leaving and walked under said stupid tent, manuvered around a group of nicely dressed people (which I thought was weird, it's a Walmart for pete's sake) and Mairin practically yells "That tent smell like dog food." I look at the fancy-pants standing around us and chuckled. I however did not know the hilarity of the situation at this point. Once we got up to the check out, a voice comes over the intercom and says, "Eric Crouch will be signing autographs in this section of the store under a Huskers tent." Mairin said that Eric Crouch's tent smelled like dog food. And we all remember Eric Crouch. Husker Heisman winner that retired from the NFL after a couple of weeks [PANSY]. Now he installs scoreboards. Good job, Mr. Crouch.

The most important part of the night was what I bought. How freaking cute are these? And the best part about my purchase is that Eric Crouch watched me hem and haw about this for a good 5 minutes.
Hope you're having an awesome day.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Hardcore in Love

Yup, I'm in love.

     You may find yourself asking, "Brit, who's the lucky guy?" But actually, I consider myself the lucky one. He loved me before I ever knew Him. He knows all the bad things I've done and is still completely enamored with me.  He thinks I'm beautiful, even when I'm wearing my sweatpants, no makeup, and I'm sitting like a man. Yeah, I have it made. So who is it? There's only One that I could ever begin to love like this: Jesus. It seriously boggles my mind that the Creator of the entire Universe is truly, madly, deeply in love with me. How did I get to be so lucky?

     And something else that I love about Him loving me: He loves to hear me sing to Him. He doesn't care if it's out of key, raspy, or if I sound like Billie freaking Holiday. What I really love about that is that I get to worship Him and listen to my favorite type of music. Metal.

August Burns Red

Brian "Head" Welch, formerly of Korn 

Sleeping Giant (Yes, they're praying)

     I'm not positive what's gotten into me lately, but as of recently, I've completely submerged myself into the Christian metal scene. And I love it. Not that I didn't love it before, but this is something completely different. Knowing that these musicians are up there worshipping and praising the same God that I love is just inspiring.  They can sound like any other secular metal band, but the message is so much deeper, therefore making it sooo much better (in my opinion). For example,Here I am, God. Send me to the world. There is a burden on my heart to let the world know that You are God. From You, the mighty King of Kings, I learn the word that sustains the weary heart. But, I have been silent for far too long. I love them too much to sit back and watch them die. So take the life that you gave to me, Lord, and speak your heart to a generation. 

Brothers and sisters, my prayer for you has been heard. And you can take refuge and hope in this Word: This is the end of the world as we know it. Death will hold no power. Dry your tears and lift your head. Death will hold no power.

Let the light of life shine down upon a people in darkness.

We are the grateful forgiven; the restored and renewed. We will take for ourselves no rest until we are face of God on the earth. And take no rest, God. Take no rest for yourself. Take no rest, oh Lord. May we be the generation to bring your glory down.

Our generation will prophecy. So let the world know, we are a dynasty. (For Today, Isaiah (The Willing), from their 2009 album, Portraits). 
For Today
     And it sounds like a straight up metal band. For real. I'm also pretty sure that God loves the sound of crunchy guitars.  I guess what I'm trying to say in this post is that God doesn't care what your worship sounds like, just as long as you do it. He so longs for your love, and for you to have a relationship with Him. Even if you can't see it, know that He is pursuing you. He loves you, even when you're feeling less than beautiful, struggling with sin, turning your back on Him. He's always there for you and is willing to help you out of the crap. I pray that you have a blessed, glorious, and peculiarly loud and crunchy day. 

Saturday, October 30, 2010

My friend, Matt's testimony. Please watch this.

I spent my summer in Ocean City, MD, on a Summer Project through Campus Crusade for Christ. Easily one of the best decisions of my entire life. I grew so much in my faith, and learned that there is a Christian community still holding strong. Matt was also on project, and his testimony just had a huge impact on how I view my own story. Maybe you'll get a taste of it someday. Remember: if God isn't relevant in today's society, what is?

Monday, October 25, 2010

I haven't missed this.

So, I finally got cleared to participate in track again. Needless to say, I wasn't looking forward to this day. Looks like I'm going to be spending the next week and a half too sore to climb into my loft and sleeping on the floor.  And the worst part about collegiate track is the awkward time chunk it takes out of my day to do homework (pshhttt. We all know I don't do homework).  But 4 to (supposed to be) 6 every day is just down-right inconvenient.

Also, when I was in the weight room today, I noticed that I was the only person in there without that y chromosome. I wasn't self-conscious or anything to be in there, but as there were some definite creepers lurking around the decline bench, I was incredibly self-aware. I don't want to attract any molestaches in the weight room. Not my thing. These photogs, however, are magnificent:

It's Beardface!

King Moustache

I haven't missed being drenched in sweat post-workout. Something about a loose, long-sleeved T-shirt clinging to my triceps is rather unappealing. And peeling my drenched elbow sleeve off of my elbow isn't the bee's knees. The stank is also something I haven't missed. Not me, I never stink; but, somehow, I manage to get a whiff of the football players in Fuhrer at the same time as the track team. I don't understand how that happens. Oh yeah, I do. I can't wait for them to leave the field house.

I have, however, missed my javelin shoes from circa 1987. They're so sick. Orange, purple and white- does it get much cooler? If so, I haven't seen it anywhere, and you should point me in that direction. I've also missed my teammates. Not the distance runners, or sprinters, or jumpers, or vaulters, or hurdlers, or multieventers, but the throwers (JKJKJK). Yes, them. I love the throwers. They make me feel better about how I can't run a 200 without passing out. And they're hilarious. I kinda miss being a "real" thrower.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

And so it begins. . .

What better way to avoid the mountains of homework, beckoning me back to my desk, than to start a blog? You'd think that after being at college for over two years I'd have it all figured out. Not even close. The only thing college has taught me is to avoid swans and how to procrastinate like a champ.  No joke - I have a rough draft for my art history class due on Wednesday and a presentation for a literature class due Friday, neither of which have been started. Should I get cracking? Yes. Will I? Probably not. I get drawn in to other things, like playing Lion King on SNES or watching reruns of Cheers. Quality, right? 

I think, if anything, college has turned me into a bum. I don't remember being this person in high school, but I also don't remember a lot from high school. I feel like once I finish school work, I'll be a straight-up, grown person. And do I know what I'm doing with my life? Absolutely not. The first thing I remember wanting to be was a dinosaur. I chased that dream for a solid year and a half, but I haven't done anything since. And at 20, I don't think it's appropriate for me to take up walking around on my tip-toes, roaring and causing ruckus. 
But that's what I do - I have a goal in mind for a short period of time, and drop it when I get to close to reaching it and get scared. (That's not really the case with the dino thing; I got really disheartened when I didn't  see any progress.) The thing is, I know that God will do something with my life, regardless of my procrastination. If He wants it to happen, He'll make it happen no matter how much I drag my feet. God's pretty cool like that. But the future is scary even if you have faith in Him - what if what He gives you passed by without you realizing it? Maybe I should have chased that dinosaur thing . . . He wouldn't do that to me.