Friday, February 26, 2010

Weekend Update (Also Titled: A Cheer, An Award, A Show) (Also Also Titled: No Sleep, A New Title, An Old Hipster) (Also Also Also: Longest Title Ever)

I know, David Bowie a.k.a. Major Tom a.k.a. Jareth the Goblin King, I haven't blogged in a few days. Your disapproval hurts more than you can ever know. But I have some good stories that may appease you, if you'll but give me the same chance you gave Ziggy Stardust.


Last weekend I was in the Motherland (Kansas City) for a conference. I work as a summer orientation leader for my school (you know the ones, the super peppy, would-be-annoying-if-they-weren't-so-gosh-darn-friendly people who wore - I shit you not - butter yellow polos and khaki cargo shorts. We were the Land 'O Lakes bunch), and so I went with a few other OLs and our supervisor to go to an "Orientation Leader Regional Conference."* I mostly went to give me a leg up on getting the job this summer, but I had a surprisingly solid amount of fun doing semi-obnoxious cheers and making snide comments to strangers while getting talked to. Could have done with out the 10-hour car rides though.


But while I was there, I found out that my college's newspaper (which, as the above crappily-drawn graphic indicates, I work for) won a slew of awards from the Illinois College Press Association (ICPA) - 18 to be exact. We beat out a bunch of other big dogs like Northwestern and UChic for the prizes, and the sports section (i.e. mine) won 5.

Biggest news? I came in second for best sports feature for this article. Though I lost out to my co-edior last semester (but I'm not bitter....bitch...), there's still significance here: now I can officially identify myself as "Nathan: award-winning journalist." I've already whipped it out a few times during arguments (EX: "Nathan, Bruce Lee's 'Enter the Dragon' is not the greatest movie ever made." Me: "I AM AN AWARD-WINNING JOURNALIST.")*

*Auto-win. Much like my use of puppy-dog eyes upon my girlfriend, which is quite the site to behold:

This, but with more lip. And about equal amount of hair.


While I was back home, I got to see my family for a little bit, which was nice. But more importantly, I got to enjoy some good old-fashioned Kansas City BBQ, which I would easily put up against any in the country. Vegetarians be warned:

It's so beautiful....


Fast forward to Tuesday/radio day. For once, I don't have any dramatic travel stories (I'd link to an old post here, but I'd have to include pretty much every post I've done on the subject), but just one story that made me happy. First the set list:

Of Montreal - St. Exquisite's Confessions
The Heligoats - Fish Sticks
Violent Femmes - Blister in the Sun
Vampire Weekend - Cousins
Catch 22 - Keasbey Nights
M.I.A. - Paper Planes
Against Me! - New Wave
Phoenix - 1901
Handsome Furs - I'm Confused
Dan Black - Symphonies
The New Pornographers - All the Old Showstoppers
Fox Japan - Bachelorete
The Hidden Cameras - In the NA
Spoon - Written in Reverse
Blue Meanies - Lose Your Mind
Mos Def - Quiet Dog Bite Hard

I was really beat that day. Huge headache, sniffles, couldn't concentrate, tired, etc. etc. I mocked my long, drawn-out, and often forgetful speech multiple times, and I got a couple callers chastising me for my self-depreciation. My absolute favorite came after I signed off thanking the four people who were listening to me.

"C'mon man, there are more than four people listening! Thousands of people. Old retired hipsters like me driving the kids to school before going to work who listen to WLUW instead of NPR!"

Right on sir. Thank you for making my week.

Blogger's note: apologies for the ramblings of this post. I had four days worth of information that I wanted to put up, but dumbly left it until (almost?) too late. If you don't like it, talk to David Bowie.


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