Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Part 1: Mom's Bird Shack? or, the Odyssey, or "how?": of a translation quiz in seven parts.

Ok fokes, this blog poast is a long thyme coming.
It's about something cool.

Which means that it's about Adam and my ride from Chin-chin-nangti, Ohio, to New Jork City, New Jork.  It was a while ago, en route to our hornswoggling sho at r-Lean's Grocery.  By the way, my bank thinks that my $28 bar tab at Arlene's was a "grocery" expense.  HAHAHA.  
So, Adam and I arose really early on Frydee the 6th and got in my new old gold nissan and Headed North.  

North, we found a young woman named Jezziguh Con.  She took us on a trip to find grub at this mediterranean place where we had heat mummus, which is this ancient Cyprian recipe for mashed chickpea and lamb.  I had a delicious thing, and so did Adam.  At any rate, we headed East from North once we were able to tear ourselves from the enticing cave of the ancient witch -mistress, Jezziguh.  

It took a really long time going East because we had to ride through the devilish pus-bogs of Penn's Forest, where Adam exclaimed "oh my god, this is epic as F**q."  While riding our coach through the Forest it came time to sup.

We decided to stop at the most "local" place we could find.  No Subway, no McDonalds, no Friendly's, not even a Quaker Steak and Lube.  On the way to camp, Maxwell died of the typhus. Finally we halted our train at the homestead of Danville.  We looped in on the exit ramp and saw a glowing beacon dangling from the side of an advertizing tower that had obviously not been fixed or re-thought since about 1951.   The beacon glowed "MOM'S DUTCH KITCHEN," not to be comfused with "Dutch Pantry" which is a hated chain, rather than a fresh, hard-working, Joe-the-Plumber, family-owned-and-oriented American food place.  

We thought it was closed at first because unlike many chains, it didn't have bright lanterns in the windows, or a loud town crier standing outside shouting its virtues.  We thought it would be a wonderful place to take our evening sustenance.  We sat down and the lovely, plump, stewardess took our order: one appetizer sampler and one beef burger.  The food was delicious, and full of nutrition.  We finished our grub and headed on our merry way.

Well,  That's all for part one.



BONUS POINTS:  translate this piece in its entirety, to correct English, 1 point.  translate it in2 what I actually meant, 2 points.

hey, everyone!

Nick Lerangis

we're in the studio puttin some traxxxxxxxxx down.

Monday, November 23, 2009

What is Adam Reifsnyder?

1) a huge poop
2) a big ol' kindey
3) a ziploc bag full of fart
4) a comic genius.

Butternut squash, my eye!

Captain Blogopeeps!

I have absolutely nothing to say in this blog post. Nothing at all. Definitely DON'T READ ON. There will be nothing interesting at all down at the bottom of this post. It in now way will it change your life in dramatic ways when you read the bottom of this post. I promise you there is nothing good down below. Don't scroll. Up or down. Don't do anything. You should probably not move, actually.














































Butternut Squash.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

ok.

IF anyone is mad about "I'll be back" not making it onto the below video, here's an option for blowing off some steam. The ASPCA will be down my back soon for posting this because I am a high-profile star, but here it is anyway. Humor to the people.

http://theoatmeal.com/comics/dolphin_punch

"I'll be back" didn't make it?

Dag.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Smokin' Barrels

I can't stop playing this game, even though it's not that great and I can beat the whole thing in like half an hour.


Smokin Barrels



Enjoy this time waster!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Up on a soapbox!

Hey, blogopeeps.

I don’t usually use this blog as a soapbox, but due to various factors that may or may not be beyond my control, I feel compelled to write this today. I am not usually a very politically driven man, but after viewing “By the People: The Election of Barack Obama,” I find that my passion for my party, my president, and my country has been re-energized.
Our current president is a reason to be thankful, and here is why: The world now takes the U.S. seriously again. Whether you believe in his ability, his politics, or his character, I challenge you to deny the fact that he is a figure that the world as a whole respects. Obama may not be the godsend or the Christ-figure that some chalked him up to be during his campaign, but nevertheless he is a symbol of strength for America. We are a nation that has elected a man, whom fifty years ago could not vote, to be our president. We are a nation that has given hope to millions. We are a nation that is under the watchful eye of every other nation in the world, and we have elected a leader who has risen quickly from nothing, showing the true power, strength, and potential of our government.
I wish that our nation could get around the issue of race, I truly do. But there is no denying that the fact that our president is of African descent is a momentous thing and I feel I must address it. Our nation’s diversity is a thing of beauty. When I was in elementary school I was assigned to do a report on Colin Powell. I remember my mother told me as I was researching Mr. Powell (in our World Book Encyclopedia) that he had the potential to be our first African American president. Even as a young child, I found this prospect to be astonishing. I had had this strange fascination with Harriet Tubman a few years prior and I knew all about our nation’s history of slavery. I craved a black president. I finished my project on Colin Powell with enthusiasm and was overjoyed with the thought that there might be a black president in my lifetime. My twenty-four-year-old self is just as giddy inside, if not more. Our nation has come so far in just the years of my short lifetime.
While I mentioned before that I am not always up on current political events, whenever I catch an article or a news blurb about what Obama is doing, I feel our country is headed in the right direction. Just last night I watched a speech and open talk he gave in front of a few hundred Shaghai college students during his tour of Asia which has focused on peaceful relations between our countries, working together for a greener planet, the world climate control summit in Copenhagen and increased trade between our nations. The Norwegian Parliament declared Obama as the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize winner and Obama claimed it was a call to everyone to work for peace, and he was just setting an example. Obama is working on closing down Guantanamo Bay Prison which is an important step, and has introduced a clean energy bill which will create jobs and stimulate the U.S.’s economy, on top of its obvious benefits for the environment. I feel safe knowing that Obama is working toward making our nation, and the world, a better place to live.
Obama began his campaign with the slogan “Change We Can Believe In”. I think this early motto is accurate, but over the course of his months-long journey to the presidency, he stumbled upon a new slogan: “Yes We Can” (Say the words out loud to yourself. Say them again. Do you feel that?). These three words spoke to so many Americans and gave them hope for a better tomorrow. We are not alone in our hope for the future. People began to realize that by voting for a man who stood for such a unity of spirit and positive belief in our future, they were making history. And the joy of supporting such a man was infectious.
I had the unique experience of viewing the 2008 presidential election from Macao, a special administrative region of China, with a handful of liberal young American Fulbright scholarship winners and a classroom full of Chinese university students. I got to speak with a number of Chinese students in the weeks before and after the election and in my brief conversations I very quickly realized how much of a joke the U.S. had been under the Bush administration. Other nations of the world perceived us to be stupid because W. was well…what he was. At the very least he was a horrible orator, showing the world that we elected someone who appeared on TV to be an idiot, which in turn made us look like a nation of idiots (especially after his re-election in '04). But the Chinese students I spoke with were all excited about Obama and what he stood for, and that gave me renewed confidence in our nation.
Obama’s election speech was the clincher for me, but it was not just the words he spoke; It was how he presented it. While McCain’s election party was a small, exclusive event attended by mostly the wealthy elite, Obama had a large set-up at Chicago’s Grant Park that was open to all. He and his family wore red, signifying a peace with the Republican Party. An estimated 240,000 people attended the event. His speech focused on a united nation, a united world, and the prospect of a future without prejudice or immaturity, partisanship or pettiness.
I personally view this essay/blogpost on president Obama as a failure, as I struggle to find the words to really convey the satisfaction I feel in having this man as our president. All I can say at this point is that I love my country. I have never been able to say this before in my lifetime, and it is with great pride I say it now: I love my country. It is not a country founded on hatred, on vengeance, on selfishness. It is a country that should embrace all cultures, all people, all walks of life. And while I know that there will always be hatred, bias, and bigotry, I know that we as a nation have so much potential. We can rise above our differences and use our opposing points of view as strength, not weakness. We can absolutely live up to our full potential. We can move mountains. We can save the earth. We can reach perfection. Yes, we can.


Love,
Adumb







Presidential Street Fight 2008

Monday, November 16, 2009

love overlooks the unimportant

such as "The Time Machine". love probably didn't even see that movie, it was so unimportant.

in any case, i was just reminded of this amazing thing. go to planejaneproject.com, click on the art gallery and stare. i stumbled upon this site accidentally once and next thing i had spent an hour just... staring.

some favorites.







while you're there, go to their online store and consider throwing money at them. or find them in the city if you're ever in NYC.

love,
NP
Stunning Angelina Jolie

Friday, November 13, 2009

yea yea yea

hello.

been in the studio all week, finishing the new EP 'i want! i want!'. hours upon hours! anyway, while we were in new york last week i got my mind exploded by the Museum of Natural History. became obsessed with antelope, even just how many different species of antelope there are, all with completely different shaped horns. here's a vid:



oh yea, and cheetahs are badass.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

This is one of the best poems ever, from one of the best poets ever.

The Rhythm Method
By Yusef Komunyakaa

If you were sealed inside a box
within a box deep in a forest,
with no birdsongs, no crickets
rubbing legs together, no leaves
letting go of mottled branches,
you'd still hear the rhythm
of your heart. A red tide
of beached fish oscillates in sand,
copulating beneath a full moon,
& we can call this the first
rhythm because sex is what
nudged the tongue awake
& taught the hand to hit
drums & embrace reed flutes
before they were worked
from wood & myth. Up
& down, in & out, the piston
drives a dream home. Water
drips till it sculpts a cup
into a slab of stone.
At first, no bigger
than a thimble, it holds
joy, but grows to measure
the rhythm of loneliness
that melts sugar in tea.
There's a season for snakes
to shed rainbows on the grass,
for locust to chant out of the dunghill.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes
is a confirmation the skin
sings to hands. The Mantra
of spring rain opens the rose
& spider lily into shadow,
& someone plays the bones
till they rise & live
again. We know the whole weight
depends on small silences
we fit outselves into.
High heels at daybreak
is the saddest refrain
If you can see blues
in the ocean, light & dark
can feel worms ease through
a subterranean path
beneath each footstep,
Baby, you got rhythm.

Listen to him read it (it's amazing and hypnotic)

this poem got me through high school--reading it every day was the most action I got for three years.

sexy

n

Monday, November 2, 2009

New song video up!

Here's a crappy quality video of us playing "Quesadilla" (Working title) live at the VI in Gambier a few weeks ago. Its the first time we ever performed it!



Enjoy!

Adumb