i´m hot in other countries

what´s up dudes. the deal is as such: i left my house at 4pm on friday, flew out of boston at 7, flew out of miami at 11, and arrived lima 5am saturday. i had a layover until 2 in the afternoon today, but whatever. i watched the office all day. i was supposed to go from lima to cuzco and stay on the plane until puno...BUT I GOT OFF IN CUZCO. so at 3 in the afternoon, i was alone and blonde, six hours by bus from where i needed to be. i hopped in a rañdom taxi cab, despite frommer´s warnings against doing so, and ´juan carlos´as he called himself took me to buy a bus ticket. and then he kept saying, man, it´s fiesta day, everything´s çhill right now, let´s go grab a beer. i said no, but he kept bugging me, and i had 6 hours to kill, so i said sure. you´re only veinte for a year, right¿ so we got some cuzsquenas and he was like, do you like (something i didn´t understand), and i was bored of him so i said si. turns out he asked if i like panoramas, and he, drinking his cerveza all the while, drove me up a mountain and i didn´t know what to do except call someone to let them know the timing on my bus ticket. i was pretty sure i was about to b raped and pushed off the mountain, but we chatted about panoramas and me being beautiful. it only got super uncomfortable when i asked questions about thieves, and he said don´t worry about it chica. and then we were silent for a while, and then he advised, ´worry that i want to steal your heart, eyes, and lips. ´in spanish of course. ´then i said i had to pee, and he said pee like the incas do, with libertad, with libertad---outside---with people watching. and i was like, no taxi driver. i will not pee with libertad. and then i said come on, i have to go ahora, and he asked if i was scared of the dark. good one. yes, yes i was, i said, and he still didn´t want to leave the dark, uninhabited mountain side. then i`pretty much said i was going to pee in his taxi, so he drove me to a closed, dark gas station to pee. then, for real, i thought i was going to die. but i peed in a restaurant and made him take me to the terminal. i sat down and read some t.h., and some girls started arguing about whether i looked american or not (interjectioñ: i am filthy right now), and then the driver waltzed in to the terminal with my camera case and it was weird. anyway, i have an hour in this internet cubby, so i apologize for the long and boring post. here´s to me not being killed when i arrive at the terminal at 4am tomorrow morning and have to take a taxi to my hostel. i think taking a taxi will be safer than sitting in a terminal at dawn, yeah¿ i hate this keyboard, but TE QUIERO, hasta la vista, lindsey

A gift courtesy of Lindsey

http://youtube.com/watch?v=h5E90PP5exs

Weather

It looks like a storm is rolling in. We had some bad weather last night. Incredible. Around 1 am, the sky just lit up with lightning. I mean ever second there was a flash. The thunder wasn't particularly loud, but after the first strike, there were no more booms, just a constant pervading rumble. The rain wasn't violent or windy, it just fell constantly.

Michael Chabon's new book is bomb-ass. He's got a way with words and the narrator's voice is really fun to experience. My mom warns that it lags towards the end. "I skimmed it a little at the end," she says.

You Are Invited

Milan Kundera = Bromaster General

I just finished The Unbearable Lightness of Being and it blew my mind, like whoa. I'm afraid of superlatives, but this is a strong candidate for the never-to-be-awarded Tom Fry's Best Book Ever Award. I'm gonna stop there, in hopes of avoiding sounding like a driveling idiot. Too late? Probably. Anyway, I highly recommend it. It looks like this:

I guess I have to figure out what to read next, now. Having four hours a day of paid reading is the best thing that has ever happened to my summer schedule (I consider this a retroactive statement that covers all previous summers). I use the superlative here without any consternation. Sorry Sciuto.

i think my friend's dad was in television
i have restarted my baldur's gate character because i think i may have unintentionally ruined my first
i just watched "The X Effect" on MTV. its the pinacle of reality tv. They take two ex's who are now in new relationships and bring them together in a hotel suite and their significant others spy on them. its pretty horrible

aaron

Brocastle Design Contest?

One of the things I do regularly at my job is make copies. We have three different kinds of copy machines: your everyday black and white copy machine, a color copier and best of all, a Risograph. You use the Risograph when you want to make over 35 copies of something since it spits them out super fast. The camp also uses the Risograph to make their stationary, since it can take any size piece of paper and print in blue and red ink along with black.

So I was thinking, if we wanted it for the house next year, I could use the Riso to make some Brocastle stationary. I'm not sure what we'd use it for besides having cool stationary to write notes on and stick to the fridge, but this is the kind of stuff I have time to think about. Out of boredom a little while ago I designed a potential logo:



Not that good, but if we want to do it I'd take submissions, of course.

"Oscar: Reimagined"

Here's a picture that I just colored (I'm at work, obviously).

Ahh, the plight of the Bro. To be irresistibly masculine, yet completely lacking in any sense of color. My first trophy wife will undoubtedly choose the colors for our summer home. Speaking of bad color sense, the Brog is looking pretty awful. Someone should, like, uh, do something about that.

J. A. Sexauer, my new favorite name and most likely the name of my first son or daughter. "Oh, this is my [son or daughter], J. A. Sexauer Sciuto. We call her J.A. for short."

Last night, I got to meet another one of the kids who hang across the street. We met him one of the first nights we stayed at the house. At the first meeting he just sat on a ratty couch with an unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth. This time, he was much more active and probably even more messed up. Every one of his joints seemed relaxed to the very limit that would allow him to remain standing. He invited us over across the street, and when we came out Bryce and Adam were about to go some bar on Division (I don't remember which). They invited us to go with them, but we had to inform that we were under 21. And when I refer to we, I mean Tom talked and I tried to politely pay attention. I don't talk to people.

OH YEAH! Thank you Anne. The best part of this story is that the three of us go back into the house. We're sitting in the living room (what is that room? Is it a living room, a family room, a den?), and in walks Eli. He trips around the room and finally ends up in the papasan chair. He quickly passes out. This morning, he was gone, but his cigarettes and baseball cap remained. So mysterious.

My parents are coming up on Friday, hopefully they approve of the house. They wanted to BBQ for the housemates, and maybe if there were only four housemates, I'd have said great, but five... five is too many to BBQ for. But my dad also mentioned buying the house a bbq grill as a present. He feels strongly that every house should have a grill.

PS- Ummm, excluding one post by a some weird kid in New York talking about electronics, every post has been by people in Northfield. Why should I continue to read this blog if I can just ask Leah Karels how reunion was? Are we that boring or are we too awesome and busy to post. I suspect the latter, but I'll assert the former.

PPS- Nice list of books Tom, who happens to be in Northfield right now.

good list.

Huh.

So the First National Bank ATM unit was stolen from Sayles last night.
Who says summer at Carleton isn't exciting?

Summer life: soooooo hard

I'm listening to the Believer music CD at work right now, and it's really good. You should all buy it, seeing as McSweeney's really needs the cash right now. The Sufjan track is really un-Sufjan, there's a new Zach Condon track, and an alternate take of "Easier" by Grizzly Bear that is really, really awesome. I haven't read any of the magazine yet. I think Sciuto has it. I really hope McSweeney's stays afloat. I've read three Believers cover to cover, at most, but knowing such a magazine exists makes me feel good. Actually, Bros, there is a pretty sweet deal going on combo subscriptions to the Quarterly/Believer that we should nab (Greg brought this up to Dan and I a little while ago, but I, for one, forgot). We can do Dave Eggers (definitely a Bro) a favor and get some sweet reading material for our coffee table. I don't know if you guys have ever seen one of the Quarterlies (correct spelling?), but they're gorgeous (and the stuff in 'em is okay, I guess).

I could use some new reading material, anyway. I don't think I like funny books. Funny writing is great, but I can't do 300 pages of funny at once. This is a problem because I'm reading A Confederacy of Dunces right now. Every time I sit down with it, I can't help letting out a self-satisfied chuckle and thinking (or saying, if I'm with Sciuto in Blue Monday yesterday) how funny the book is, but I can't read more than 20 pages at a time. I can't get attached. I guess I might be in the wrong mood. Regardless, I think I'm putting it down for now.

I fell off one of the white reunion tents on Saturday night. It kinda hurt. I also streaked for the first time. (it was, like 2 am, though, so all the old folks were in bed). Neither of the Knights seniors had ever streaked at Carleton, so, upon David's request, we did so. It was cute.

I searched "prominent bros" on google, and this is what I found. Also, Here's a link to a blog post hosting the above mentioned GB song, as well as a ton of other GB rarities. Bam.