Reason to Love YouTube No. 9

Worst music video ever:

I cannot even begin to understand what is supposed to be happening here.

Overheard

Turlington Plaza, 7:50 AM, Tuesday.

First Frat Boy: You know all those beer can tabs we collected for that breast cancer research?

Second Frat Boy: Yeah.

First Frat Boy: I think that’ll be a totally good pick-up line.

Exeunt.

Independence Day 2008

Fun with SparklersIndependence Day has always been among my favorite holidays, falling as it does in the middle of summer, and celebrated with food and fireworks.  I’ve also always appreciated that it’s a holiday every American can appreciate regardless of religious affiliation. In the past, Fourth of July’s falling in the midst of vacation from school has given it an extra degree of joy for me.  Less so this year, since my semester has just begun.  Nevertheless, this year Independence Day fell on a Friday, and that, coupled with a great group of friends has made this one of the best July 4ths in years.

In Gainesville, the well-organized fireworks display takes place on the 3rd, presumably to allow students and others to head home and spend the holiday with their families.  This year, with huge budget cuts harming nearly every department on Campus, WUFT canceled the display.  Shortly thereafter, an anonymous donor ponied up tens of thousands of dollars and the event was back on.

So, at eight o’clock on Thursday evening, Sara (aka PopHer), and Steven and Kathleen arrived at our home and we chatted for a bit waiting for Sarah Jean (aka Ruby Typhoon).  Steve and Kathleen, traditionally not fans of fireworks, opted out, and Sarah Jean seemed unconvinced that the weather would cooperate–it had been thundering–also appeared to bow out.  But Robin (aka Patsy Clothesline) would be there, and Kat (aka Demonomia) was scheduled to appear.  It wasn’t long, though, before Sarah Jean and her husband Andrew did arrive, and we listened to the Gainesville Community Band and watched the fireworks with thousands of others at Flavet Field beneath a clear sky.  There was watermelon and chicken, cupcakes and drinks, and, though the pyrotechnics didn’t seem as substantial as in years past, we all still had a great time.

Friday morning Miriam and I drove down to Micanopy to experience the kind of small town parade that you only see in movies.  There was no marching band–Micanopy doesn’t have a high school–but we did see lots of tractors and horses and politicians waving flags.

In the evening we went to Steve and Kathleen’s house where we enjoyed a spaghetti dinner with Robin, Sara, Sarah Jean and Andrew.  Then, out in the street in front of the house we set off all manner of firecrackers.  We all had a fabulous time, even as revelers on nearby streets set of vastly superior pyrotechnics.  Inside we had ice cream novelties and played the most recent installment of Grand Theft Auto, continuing a tradition that harkens back to the legendary BBQ 2000, when I first experienced a video game that was actually fun to watch as well as play.

Today I worked all afternoon, but tonight is karaoke with the GRR girls downtown.

Summer School

Matherly Hall ClassroomSummer school is in session, which will certainly reduce the frequency of my posts, since any energy I have for writing would be better served composing papers for class.  I am taking “Age of Johnson”, the Johnson in question being Samuel Johnson; a class on Florida history; and another class on Romanticism, hoping I might be able to use what bits of information are still fresh in my mind from the spring semester.

The most agonizing part about summer school is that, with class occurring every day, any assignments are due the following day, whereas in fall or spring you have at least 48 hours before the subsequent session.

Another agonizing thing is paying $55 for a book which has almost identical contents to one I already own, but is just different enough to necessitate my purchasing it.

The Rising Cost of Receiving Bills

Six months’ post office box fee: $29.  When I first opened the box in late 2001, the fee was $19.  That’s about a 50% increase in less than seven years, and further proof that the cost of everything is rising faster than wages.