Month: August 2006

  • King of the World

    Hello one and all, was it you I used to know?

    Can't you hear me call on this old ham radio?

    Maybe you noticed the title of this post (more than likely you didn't,
    so now is a good time to take a glance)... Chances are that when you
    read or hear "king of the world," you think of that famously arbitrary
    scene from Titanic. Well, you shouldn't.

    king_scream

    Only one thing should come to your mind when you hear "king of the
    world." No, not me, although that's close. Instead, you should think of
    the underappreciated, post-apocalypse-themed song written back in 1973
    by Donald Fagen and Walter Becker (Steely Dan) of that title.

    "King of the World" is a beautiful song that does what many songs
    attempt to do but very few actually accomplish; the lyrics are arranged
    in such a manner that the listener can sit back, close his (or her, if
    you are an exception to the rule, and have both a vagina and good taste
    in music... heh) eyes, and
    actually imagine being in the same desolate disposition as the subject
    of the song--a sole survivor of a nuclear fallout that is hopelessly
    broadcasting from his shelter in hopes of reaching anyone. Donald
    Fagan's wavery singing compliments the ever-mutable mood and words of
    the "king
    of the world" as he goes from hopeful to paranoid to desperate to
    suicidal to apathetic.

    Why would I bother to write a post about a song, and not even include
    song lyrics? Because I'm not the type of arrogant prick that thinks
    you'll actually sit through and read all the lyrics. If your interest
    has been touched upon at all, you'll download the song and look up the
    lyrics yourself.

    The main reason I bring up the theme of King of the World is because Xanga seems to be in its post-apocalypse. Seriously, examine:

    NYC

    If this were Xanga this time two years ago...

    APOCALYPSE-V03

    this would be Xanga now.

    Sometimes I feel like the King of the World,

    ~Taylor Wilson, Staff President

  • Wow, what a week!

    You would think, after having to endure a strenuous drive through vast
    nothingness, that the rest of my Summer would be a breeze, right?

    Wrong.

    The photo journal
    required for my Survey of Rome didn't submit properly (due to it's
    large size), causing 200 points to be missing from my grade, causing my
    grade to go from an A to a D. This, of course, made my GPA for the
    Summer a stellar 1.0, and thus, suspended me for the upcoming semester.

    Since I didn't really feel like attending OSU in OKC, and I didn't want
    to live through 2005 again, I had to cut a deal with the Professor from
    the Rome trip. All I have to do is create a powerpoint advertising for
    next Summer's Rome class. I guess that's pretty cool, since anyone who
    looks at a monitor in the Liberal Arts building will see my creation
    year-round.

    The thing that really gets me is that since I'm still technically
    "suspended" from next semester, all my classes (which I picked out back
    in May so I would have a simple schedule and easy professors) were
    removed from my schedule, and I'm unable to re-enroll until the D
    changes back to an A.

    So here's to a very hard semester, with all the reject teachers.

    Oh, and I want to freshen up my french. Any helpers?

  • "If I don't get to the border, then I'll write."

    Well, I actually did make it to the border.

    With Mexico notched on my belt, I have successfully visited two countries this summer.

    However, I shall never again voluntarily drive to El Paso. 12 hours on
    the road can do weird things to your mind... like provoke you to write
    on a dying weblog.

    Oh, and aside from El Paso, all of western Texas is a "giant shithole that God likes to cum into."