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1 0 . 3 1 . 9 9 Last night was our halloween in Madison more or less, being that tonight is halloween, but its Sunday might be just as crazy. It was a crazy as any in the Mad city, thousands of drunk, crazed college students on State Street all in costume. There was this guy dressed up as the texas chainsaw dude with real chainsaw that he reved up and stopped cars, waving it in front of their windshield. I saw the Ambigously Gay Duo, 4 Lolas running, dominatrix nuns with habits and tight leather lingerie, dragging a priest on a leash, some of the ugliest women i've ever seen, lots of naughty school girls, brittany spears, and yes, 5 guys in white being the backstreet boys. There was a grim reaper on stilts, with 10 foot arms, as well as ape-men with clubs running around, along with a bunch of madison police officers wearing pig masks. There was also these 5 guys wearing afros and sunglasses, and lepord g-strings and sneakers. Oh and the teletubbies got into a fight with the NWO. It doesn't look many people will be going to class on monday. I ended up dressing up last minute as a meat packer, with the cowboy hat, white coat, rubber gloves, blood stains, and a clipboard of "things/people to cut". I broke my streak of being inanimate objects for halloween, last year i was a piece of shit, and freshman year i was a lamp. I went to the Orpheum theater which has taken on the tradition of showing the Rocky Horror Picture show since the Majestic closed last year. It started off being really stupid I thought, I wasn't really sure what to expect, at first i was worried that they were going to act out the entire movie in play-form. They had a look-alike costume contest, with people dressed as tim curry, and susan sarandon, and then they had "sex-games" playing ring-around-the-large-inflatable-dick. I brought a bunch of friends that didn't really get it I think, the point of group participation in the whole ordeal was a little weird, but just when it started getting better one of them decided to walk out. I guess there's always next year. The scene back on State street was surreal as always, just like a massive orgy of material, exposed skin, yelling, dancing, swearing, nicotine, THC, Amphetimines, alcohol and god knows what. I was walking next to a kitty kat when Austin powers strode by with his two fem-bots and Obi-wan Kenobi and Han solo on the other side. The Blair witch project people were filming the whole ordeal when a pack of marlboro lights ran by chasing a loose six-pack of miller light followed by King Arthur and Monty Pyton's seacf for the holy grail, and a large oversized douche. It always amazes me to be in large crowds of people in alternative states of mind, and especially hidden behind the convinient farce of a halloween mask/costume. It brings out the wild side of people to a sense. At library mall there was a bunch of people playing drums, with a couple thousand people crowded around dancing and stumbling. There were people crowd surfing flying in the air, with broken glass on the concrete. 1 0 . 2 3 . 9 9 Well its Saturday morning, and probably the biggest game of the season is starting in about an hour and a half, and yep, I'm actually going this time. Michigan State and Wisconsin are 3-1 in the Big Ten, and with Penn State gunning for the National Championship, whoever wins today has a shot at the Rose Bowl. Yesterday was fun as hell. Since I wrote that sports article for the Daily Cardinal, Zach recruited me to play in the annual battle of the student newspapers flag football game against the Badger Hearald at vilas park. It was kind of funny because the Hearald is a much bigger newspaper then the Cardinal, and everyone always brings out ringers that either wrote one article or just wanted to hurt someone. so thats what i was told to do, just go and hurt people. it was fun, each newspaper had a keg each, so there was a big mass of people on the sidelines drinking beers and trading off with the flags. One of the guys that kicked my ass freshman year wrestling was there, me and him were both probably one of the shortest guys on the team but we ended up being linemen squaring off with big fat guys. I ended up trying to do some of those trap-plays like i remember from reading the playbook back at home, I would line up on one blocker, get him all psyched up talking shit, and then i would angle on the center and knock him on his ass, while the first guy followed me that way i took care of two blockers at the same time. The rule was that one girl had to be playing on line at all time, so i worked out a plan with the girl on my team. I would pop "big red" this big guy in a nebraska shirt really hard, and then back off, so when he came charging for me, she would run by him and sack the QB. I got hit in the head in a couple scuffles, i think i'll have a bruise for a while. I also got a stinger, and i missed some interceptions by a hair too. this one time i was the shotgun blocker, and i got the ball snapped to me instead, and without any pass blockers i got creamed. It was weird playing without pads, in a way its more brutal. It all made me wish i went out for the line back in HS. I think i'd do better then i did as a Corner. Afterwards a bunch of people went out to dinner for the nice-garl's 21st. It was this really nice restaurant that served Spanish food. Not Mexican, but Spanish, the menu was pretty verbal about that. They had this nice wine-tasting table on the side, with these little glasses, and about 20 different types of white and red wines. The food was superb, I had somekind of a 'paella' or something, I don't know what it was, it was like jumbalya, with a lot of seafood and stuff. We ended up getting the nice-girl a bottle of white wine, and a glass of cognac. 1 0 . 1 8 . 9 9 The Badgers Raped Indiana saturday 59-0. The view of the Indiana game was pretty sweet from the press box, since I was the last minute fill-in writer for the Daily Cardinal. It was really sweet, I got my own seat in the front row, with a complimentary game program, quarter by quarter stats, oh and free brats, burgers, chips, baked beans, and soda. We were kicking ass on both sides of the ball, our redshirt QB Bollinger is a bad ass, mobile option runner, with a decent throwing arm. And of course we got The Dayne Trayne, and this backup RB Michael Bennett that busted a 73 yard TD in the 3rd quarter. It looks like we'll have a team after all next year when Dayne goes pro. Antwan Randle-El got smacked down by our defense all day, I felt sorry for him since he's the only thing Indiana has going for them. Last year they almost beat us at Bloomington. Apparently it was a record breaking day, 705 total offensive yards in the 2nd highest Big Ten shutout, Ron Dayne became the 4th NCAA rusher to hit 4 consecutive 1000+ yd seasons. With Penn St kicking ass in the Div, we actually have a shot at the Rose Bowl, provided we beat Michigan State, and Purdue. Then the only other Big Ten team with 1 loss will be Michigan, but they have to lose to Ohio state, or Penn State. Pretty trippy season, with 7 Big Ten teams in the top 25. Its kinda screwy that the Pac-10 has 5 bowl bids though, ah well. I got to go on the field after, and run in the tunnel with the team. Got to see Dayne at the press conference, and get the interviews on tape. The story came out today, I spent about 5 hours writing and editing, I guess technically I can put "newswriter" on my resume now. heh. one article though, but hey. Its getting cold. high 20s/low 30s last night coming back from the Cardinal. brr. On friday I saw Run Lola Run again with the nice girl and the quirkster and her b/f, I think it was better the second time around, noticing all the little style things. I just got back from this Psychology Colliquim or something, some famous social psychologist was presenting her paper to the prestigious intellectuals of the University of Wisconsin-Madison. It was on interdependence in relationships, a very human-sounding topic, but I was kind of dismayed at how technical it was presented, full of jargon and theory, citations, and statistics. Not to take away from her ability, or her research, but I really question the purpose of trying to make every social interaction so scientific. I guess thats the point of "social sciences" huh. I say there are somethings in this world that are not meant to be dissected and explained with p-values, flow charts, and main effects. Somewhere in the mess you lose the purpose of simple inquiry, and passion in truth searching. 1 0 . 1 3 . 9 9 The aftermath of my midterms is knocking at my door. So far I've been rather pleased with the results. Ochem was hard, but not impossible. I made the median grade, which gives me kind of an idea of how much work is required (11 hour-study sessions?). The thing thats killing me is the curve, I don't care what anyone says, In my opinion big universities are tough because of the sheer size of the classes; you have a larger chance of competing with all those grade-motivated, competitive pricks out there, mostly pre-med of course. Ah, I should be careful not to insult myself. I just remembered why I'm taking Organic in the first place. The rest of my classes are kind of dull in the sense that they're all major requirements for Sociology, and they breath the similar smell of Psychology core requirements, just different in certain focuses of ideology and theory. I'm working on a questionnaire measuring "the quality of education at UW-Madison". Sounds important yeah? I've been getting involved with the Asian-American Student Union here on campus, as a leader for the Hawaii Club. There was this event last week, an "orientasian" thing for incoming frosh and transfers, the Hawaii Club had a booth. Its interesting to note that the Hawaii Club is listed as an AA group, while most of us are either Haole, or Hapa. I applied for a web-design job, so far I hear I'm the only applicant, so I think I secured it. Its all kind of new for me, being in an AA group, and actually considering myself for a moment really "Asian-American". I'm hoping on bringing some alternative perspectives to the group, much of what I learned this summer in Glen Grant's course on Hawaii's Multiculturalism. I spent a few hours at Taco Hell this past Saturday observing the interaction behaviors of the customers. I chose to go right after midnight, right at bartime. It was pretty fun. I haven't had many opportunities to observe other people in a state of intoxication while I myself am dry. It has its charms. I'm starring in a kung-fu movie, or at least a parody of one called "The Egg". Its for my friend Shion down the hall, she has some comm arts class. I play the FOB antagonist roomate of the All-American protagonist in a sqabble over a breakfast egg. I get to use polish sausages as nun-chuku and scream like I think I'm bruce lee. Homecoming is this weekend, and I sold my ticket. This time for $40, I'm such a disloyal fan. It is Indiana, so it'll be a decent game I think. There was this article in both the Cardinal and the Hearald yesterday about some girl who is suing the Badger Wrestling team for not letting her tryout for a spot. She had something like a .5 record in HS, and is a national girl's champion. She's supposedly won the chance to wrestle off the lightweight starter. I'd like to see this one. Maybe I'll go check up on Barry, the Steiners, and all the other guys. I wonder if they'll remember the "Hawaii-boy". 1 0 . 4 . 9 9 There was this guy today in library mall preaching about the sins of homosexuality, and how it is unnatural and evil. He reminded me of the guy preaching last fall that claimed he found god at a Bon Jovi concert, and the other guy who liked to say "masturbation!" with hand gestures and hops. Gotta love this town. The Ohio State game was unbelivable.....We got our asses kicked 17-0 until 1 minute remaining in the first half, Ron Dayne with something like 30 yards, and then second half???? 8 scoring possesions, Dayne with 120 yards, 4 TDs, Ohio State is shut out, Final score 42-17 Wisconsin @ OSU? Studied OChem for about 11 hours in the cages at Memorial library. I think its starting to click, we'll see in about a week when I get my midterm back. In the midst of understanding gauche steric bond strain I've come to the realization that what is urking me these past couple of years. I came out of HS with that reckless attitude and risk-taking tendencies that were so familiar to me, and over the course of my college experience I've been struggling to establish some sort of control over which inhibitions actually come out in the open in different degrees depending on conciousness. 'controlled inhibitions'....Talk about your oxymoronic statements. And thats whats been bugging me. Maybe its time to revert to the 'Kano' of yesteryear, the free-spirited dawgish crass ass mofo punk with the heart of gold and the love-you/fuck-you attitude. The fire inside burning bright and dark in intensity. Or maybe not. Am I crazy? Cynical? Let me hear what you think. opps I mean I don't give a fuck what you think. Its been a while. I wonder if thats really me anymore. Well this became a pretty deep journal entry, ad lib and on the spot too. Maybe I should study Ochem more often. Heh. |