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Country: United States
State: West Virginia
Metro: Morgantown
Interests: Reading, writing (all sorts of stuff), music (rock the itunes), video/film production (not so much lately, unfortunately), photo editing, woodworking, car work, anything outside, new places to eat, biking (to class and for fun), roadtrips, recycling, family functions (they're cool, i swear), traveling, meeting new people, 4-H, fun-filled nights running around Morgantown in all sorts of weather.
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Occupation: Operations
Industry: Nonprofit
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AIM:  alphagoblin
MSN: prw74@hotmail.com
Member Since:
11/1/2004
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| I stay out too late, too often, having too much fun. The open mic Wednesday was a great time; and the show last night was even better. If you're around Morgantown and haven't seen David Bello and His God Given Right play yet, you're really missing out on some serious sweetness. Yesterday I was on a bus for 8 hours... to walk around DC for 5 hours... with annoying people. Mathematically, though, last night's fun balanced yesterday's annoyances. The crowd of people here right now is so interesting, so varied, so much fun; it's worth being in school just to be around for everything that's going on. | | |
| I keep thinking of closing my account on Xanga, seeing as how I don't write much ever, and it's of little subtance when I do. I spend a lot less time online now than I used to; I don't know, was my life boring before? True, school takes more time/effort than ever now that I have a major I'm serious about, and I'm biking 50 miles a week [or trying to fit that much in], going home/to see A-C every other weekend or so, as well as the constant and consistently attractive proposition of hanging out with the Tylers, who now live together, and the downtown music crowd... I'm not sure what I was up to in my free time when I wrote a lot on here; I suppose that writing was a hobby of sorts, more of a routine anyway. I do still hop on and check my subscriptions from time to time, but I usually skip that even; however, I am a regular checker of MySpace and Facebook; well, I get the facebook updates in my email, but that usually leads to me signing in anyway.
As for stuff? Stuff's good. I'm working on a couple of old bikes, I have a new road bike, car's running well, my roommate's fun, we have 2 cats, family's all good, I saw fun home-people at "The Beer Party," BadAndy and Grady have joined the ever-delightful Mo'Town crowd, I can go to bars and drink good beer now, I enjoy my classes, the right wing asses are on the ropes, I'm on the Calliope staff, it's almost Fall in Morgantown (the best time of year here), and the crazy man in front of the Mountainlair told me I (along with everyone else) was going to hell, primarily for listening to rock and roll; what more could I want?
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| I just had a tremendous week and a half. The bike ride was pretty incredible; I rode between 240 and 245 of the 250 miles total due to some mechanical problems and then some just plain tiredness at two different points; but the sense of accomplishment is nonetheless pretty unreal. Next year, full ride, all the way. And I was only sore for 2 or 3 days afterward, really surprised me considering neither Burny nor myself could really move Saturday and Sunday mornings. I really wanted to ride today, but it's been pouring the rain like crazy; and I like the rain, so I'm not complaining.
OMC was a terrific week; lots of interesting discussion, a cleanup-day at the Mill, and yours truly as the discussion topic speaker on Friday; my speech didn't go as well as I'd have liked, but it was ok. Drama class was great, as per the usual; we had a lot of new stuff going on with that this week and it made it a lot of fun. Skip was chief, and Tim was sag, and it's really cool to see two guys you've watched grow up move into positions like that. It was really really great having a week with Anna-Claire, and all my special people and friends, not to mention my brothers.
Now, I'm trying to pack; it doesn't feel at all like I should be leaving again, but it's just for 3 weeks this time; and once I'm started on my way, with Stu and James along, it will be quite a grand old time. Ciao for now!
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| Older Member's Conference starts Sunday; and as "a week at Jackson's Mill is worth a month anywhere else," according to Tipi Kendrick, I'm really looking forward to a month of solid fun and relaxation. Of course, to get there I first have to bike 250 miles... which I'm not too concerned about, my training's in the bag, except I wasn't counting on the slight cold I woke up with today, and also have had a lack of Elkins-style mountains to work on. So that could be a bit painful. But, well worth it assuming it makes the donations come in for state camp scholarships. After that, Stu, James and I head off to a week (with some extra on either end) of camp counseling in Italia; so I'll be back mid-July-ish.
Being out and about more slowly (and hence with more observational opportunities) than my usual driving allows makes me realize how much I really dislike the development around Hampshire County and really the whole state; it's sad to see chunks of a farm that's been in the same family for 300 years sold off so cookie-cutter houses can be built surrounded by pavement and plantings where a forest used to be. And for what? Sure, some construction jobs are created, but local carpenters aren't getting them; some real estate agents are doing well, but that dries up eventually, and it seems they just end up spending the money on bigger SUVs and all the same stuff their clients spend money on anyway. Outsiders get nicer places out in "the country," but only so they can drive on our roads, use our schools, but work and spend their income (and hence, tax) elsewhere. We've also got this issue of these e-fucking-nourmous billboards going in all over the place; and no one notices or cares that, while we (some of us) may be striving for some sustainable development, some business moving into the area, preservation of our woods, farms, rivers, etc, that a huge chink of metal with beer ads takes away from that... also, no one noticed that a former County Commissioner had a hand in/got a cut from these monstrosities that only serve to make us look more like Martinsburg's interstate exit ramps (and that's not a positive thing, trust me.) I've heard this same C.C. tell with pride how he writes a letter a month, practically, to Wal-Mart, begging them to bring a store to Romney. We don't need a Wal-Mart, the low-end of the economic development spectrum; we don't need 2 million dollar homes, at some other end of the same spectrum; we need to think ahead, about the environmental and economic costs of development, about our history and what constitutes valid preservation of that, valid preservation of a local culture...
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| I picked up the bike I'm borrowing from Anthony a few days ago; Mickey and I drove out to Morgantown, went for a ride with Tony so he could show me the quirks about the Nishiki, we met the usual gang for Friday-afternoon frisbee and played forever, and had dinner at BlackBear with BadAndy; I realized I hadn't seen him for 9 months, as we never got together before he went to basic, he was there for three months, and I went to Italy... I had a Beartrap, of course, and the classic PBR. I worked Saturday night, had a really good night; turns out it may have been my last night for a few months unless I help out this Saturday evening too. I asked Sarah to work for me tonight (it's nice to have plenty of people around to fill in for a change) b/c I needed a nap and to go for a ride; didn't get much distance in though before it got dark and started raining. Yesterday was James's graduation; it was a nice ceremony, really nice, and the weather held off pretty well. We went to one of his friends' houses and one of the Jefferson girls' graduation parties with Anna-Claire before taking James to meet some of his friends. Tony's Pizza in Shepherdstown was pretty good for dinner before I took A-C home, picked James up, and went back to Skull City to stay at Melissa's (so, Sunday consisted of: Romney -Hagerstown/St. James -Frederick/Urbana -Charlestown -Middleway -Charlestown -St. James -Shepherdstown -Charlestown -Middleway -St. James -Shepherdstown.) Today traffic was awful. I'm going to bed before 3 days in the forests of the greater Clarksburg area.
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