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This is a 45 minute drive from my house

Colorado is so gorgeous.This is more like six hours from my house, but it's still in Colorado, and it fits the theme. That's me, and that's a wicked huge-ass drop. I was scared.

My Bro and his GF (she exists!). Anne says she looks older than him. Apparently, J knows what's up. You go, buddy.
These are the Buchanans. The twins, Zach and Jake, are HUGE Power Hour of Power fans, and will continue to be so until they figure out that I'm not that cool and that getting a request played on the radio isn't really, either. And that's my dog, Gracie.And here's a better picture of Gracie. She's pointedly ignoring my dad's favorite TV show. Good dog.
And, so he doesn't feel left out, here's my cat, Willy, former Badass King of the Neighborhood. He's a little to old to be badass, anymore. He throws up if he eats too much. Eew.Okay, so that's it. No more autobiographical pictures for a while. In other news, Anne and I are going seven for seven this week. What can we say, Alex and Leah are gone, we're lonely, and we are going to get fucking DRUNK.

Misspellings of my name in blogs/office e-mails from the past two months

-Hannoway
-Hannemeyer
-Habersham

Ghost riding the whip is taken to it's logical extreme

Talk about intertextuality of juvenile behavior.

Reality takes home the win

I watched American Movie earlier today, and it blew me away. It is easily one of the saddest, funniest things I have ever seen. Waiting for Guffman was great, and everything, but this one blows it out of the water, in no small part because it's real. I don't pretend to understand humanity's obsession with "true stories," but it plays out here. These people are all, most likely, still living in Southern Wisconsin, still drinking too much, and still borrowing money to make low-budget horror movies; the movie's humor and poignancy are unwritten and unrehearsed, and it makes a huge difference. Watch it.
I planned on putting up some more CO stuff, but I just haven't gotten around to it. What can I say, I'm lazy. Also, I'm out of time right now; I have to close the library. More later.

kanye west is from chicago

i saw james for 5 minutes while he waited for the bus to go to walgreens

The word indie is officially dead.

so awesome

russia just claimed the entire north pole.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml;jsessionid=R4YA22ACPBC1TQFIQMFCFF4AVCBQYIV0?xml=/news/2007/08/01/wpole101.xml

The Don

Then:

Now:

I almost feel sorry about how old Don looks. It's been a rough few years.

Happy Birthday Leah

I realize that I haven't posted in a while, and since I've got a free moment at work (and when I say free, I mean no one is paying attention to me to tell me to get back to work) I thought I'd update everyone on my life.

Because my life is just that riveting.

I'm almost finished with a huge Beatles biography. It's surprisingly depressing. Those four guys had some serious issues (misogyny, STDs, the Speed, unbelievable amounts of anger). Part of me is jealous that I'm not them (Twenty years old and they owned the world), but part of me is thankful I didn't grow up in depressing England and instead had a happy comfortable childhood.


People have been coming and going from Northfield. Tom just got back, Leah went a wedding (her sister-in-law? cute!), Anne's going to a wedding, and most importantly Leah and I are going to the East coast. Not together, but our flights leave within thirty minutes of each other. So Anne, can you take us to the airport on Friday? It'll be fun and you'll get to take the morning off!

This Summer has been great, but I can't wait for everyone to get back. There's only so much time you can spend do absolutely nothing.

wtf?!

I Am Crying

In his Hall of Fame induction speech on Sunday, Cal Ripken Jr. confessed that his younger brother, journeyman infielder Billy Ripken, suited up on his behalf at least two dozen times during what was thought to have been a streak of 2,632 consecutive games played. "Sometimes I just had other stuff to do," the longtime Oriole told a crowd of well-wishers in Cooperstown, N.Y.
—Baltimore Sun, July 30, 2007

Belle Nouvelle Vague: Godard's Babes of the French New Wave

It's a slow day at work, so I've decided to rank my top five babe performances from the Godard films that I've seen. I'm only using screenshots I found on the web, so some shots really don't capture the babe-related essence of the performance (e.g. Bardot's bare booty in Contempt), but you should hopefully get the picture.

1. Anna Karina in Band of Outsiders. The first time I saw Anna Karina, I fell in love. Karina is easily the most attractive woman to ever grace the screen, and she's an incredible actress to boot, as opposed to just eye candy. Her and Godard were married for a while and then got divorced, but it's like, even if they fought every single minute of the day, at the end of the day, you're sleeping next to Anna Karina, dude--Anna Karina.





2. Jean Seberg in Breathless. Seberg is beautiful, and millions of hipsters have been trying to imitate her style for decades, but Seberg outdoes them all. In Breathless she's a New York Herald Tribune-selling babe.





3. Brigette Bardot in Contempt . Bardot is an absolutely fucking bombshell, but she's not really my type. That said, she's an absolute fucking bombshell. Godard blew something like half his budget just to get Bardot in this film, and when his producers first saw it they complained that there was no Bardot nudity, so Godard went back and shot like five minutes of Bardot nude and added it as the first scene as the movie. The only thing is, he used these red and blue filters rather than just shoot it in straight color. Film critics have traditionally seen this a rebellious move because it supposedly intellectualizes Bardot's nudity, but in my book, Brigette Bardot nude is Brigette Bardot nude.





4. Anna Karina in Alphaville. In a dark, futuristic neo-noir world run by computers, Anna Karina plays a woman who is rescued from her brainwashing by a renegarde private eye. Why do we care? Because we want to walk into that movie all Videodrome style, push Lemmy Caution to the wind and have a sloppy French sci-fi make-out sesh with Karina.





5. Mireille Darc in Weekend. The extreme what-the-fuck factor in this movie makes it tough to judge the same way as any of the early '60s Godard films, but Darc is still beautiful as hell, and we do get to hear her deliver a monologue about sitting naked in a pan of milk in nothing but underwear. I couldn't find any good screenshots from the movie, so you'll have to deal with a generic picture.



RUNNER-UP: Anna Karina in A Woman Is a Woman. Because I didn't want to over-Karina in the Top 5.

Interactive Fort Collins photo tour, pt. 1

Well, I've been home for 24 hours, and it feels distinctly un-weird. It's a hundred degrees out at peak hours, and yet I sweat minimally; My mom bought me a shirt today; and my house is air conditioned, and has wireless. Bam. I was a lot more uncomfortable the last time I was home. The conflict between my Carleton home and my home home was much more apparent before. At this point, I've accepted the fact that home home will always be a home to me, even if I have other, homier homes elsewhere. That said, I would have hated to spend the entire summer here.

Steve and I went for a drive last night, and we're still on the same wavelength. We continue to get a kick out of talking about the goings on with the Old Guard, some of whom, I now recognize, are huge tools (note: they're still great, or at least still my friends).

Anyway, this is my house:

Here's the backyard (it was a weed patch until a year ago. My parents waited until I left to make it hospitable). Thats my mom, reading or something, and my dog, Gracie (more on her later).
Here's the kitchen. It's glorious. One of my favorite rooms in the house. There's my dad. He used to make me french toast for breakfast while I sat at the table [pictured, left] and watched Recess. Or the Busy World of Richard Scary. My brother loved that show. Oh yeah, my brother has a girlfriend now (his first). I just met her; she's cute and small, like him. He hasn't kissed her yet, though. Props, J, but you gotta hit that.
This is the basement where my friends and I got caught drinking when we were seventeen. Or maybe some of us were sixteen. Either way, it was bogus. Great basement, though.
These next two are of the time-warp that is my room. The walls have not changed since I was sixteen. Hendrix poster: check. Shitty hubcap I found on the side of the road: check. Badass black knight standing on a heap of skulls: check.
I pulled that busty Miller Lite babe from the pages of the 2002 Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. God, I was cool (note the SIGNED Dashboard poster. Fuck yeah).My mom is, as we speak, giving me a foot massage, which, I mean, who gives foot massages? I'm waiting at least five years before my next visit. Maybe she'll buy me a car, or something.

That's all for now, I think, though I'm not sure what I'll do now. Life without work is a little slow, especially at home. Oh, never mind, it's time to eat.

Good or bad?

Hi. I just found out that your roommate for Valencia, Brendan, will not be attending the program. You will stay in the same housing though. Just wanted to let you know that you are in a single now.
-Liz