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Name: Herman
Birthday: 12/25/1912
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Interests: playing vijja games, saying good grammar, and teaching people how to be cool. Oh yeah, and math team.
Expertise: Math. Just math
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Thursday, February 07, 2008

Wow.

Oh, wow.


Xanga really has gone the way of the dinosaur, hasn't it? By this I mean it's gone extinct. Used to be, I'd check this site every other hour, and during the rare times that it crashed, I'd shed silent tears for all the potential e-props I wouldn't be receiving. Now it's been over a year since I last posted. Some dumb shit about talking in elevators.

I don't know why I've come back to it. I guess I just miss writing. Xanga kind of made every day seem special for me. Almost every day, I'd do my best to hold on to random thoughts in my head and transfer them to the proverbial sheet of paper with my proverbial electronic pen. Also, I have this bizarre fucking notion that I'll be checking this shit when I'm seventy-eight, showing my grandkids how fucking cool their grandpa was. "Check it out, Aberford! This is how your grandpa proved that Leonardo da Vinci was actually gay! I got almost 40 e-props for that one! Hot damn!"

Anyways, the year has kind of gone by in a blur. Life has been way too easy for me this past semester, but it's also been extremely unfulfilling. I can't remember feeling proud of myself for anything I've done since Acadec, and that feeling went away faster than I thought it would (in retrospect it's not surprising, though. As awesome as high school was, I don't want my tombstone to say "HERMAN VAN BESIEN...ACT:36"). I've lived excessively these past few months and disappointed my parents, not to mention wasted a shitload of their money. I don't want to get into details, even to the imaginary people who are reading this, but suffice to say that I haven't done well for anyone's standards. Not even my own!

Well, shit, maybe going back to xanga is a start. I don't feel confident in my writing at all, not anymore. Facebook has kind of killed the art of long posts, and with it, my imagination. Whatever...

So it's the beginning of a new semester for me, and the add/drop period is still in effect, so I decided to register for an anthropology course. After the first class, I immediately dropped it. I don't know, the whole concept just seemed to bother me. I came in not knowing what the hell anthropology was, and I came out unimpressed. The dictionary defines anthropology as "the science that deals with the origins, physical and cultural development, biological characteristics, and social customs and beliefs of humankind." Basically, we spent the entire 50 minutes talking about culture and how we perceive it. We used the example of going with a friend to a coffee shop and going over what one would need to know in order to function properly. You need to be familiar with the money system, you need to know not to sit on the table, you need to know how to choose a coffee, that sort of stuff. I guess it's interesting in concept, how we've come to live with all these little "rules" that define our life without even thinking about it (when's the last time you really had to think about how to respond when someone said "hello"?), but I also think it's a pretty fucking useless thing to learn. I mean, I know how to order a sandwich at Potbelly's! Do I really need to know why I don't decide to go around the counter and make my own fucking sandwich from their ovens? So yeah, the whole class seemed like a study of the Science of Not Very Much, or Stoner Conversation for Dummies.

Heh, urbandictionary has a definition for "herman" as "a woman with a loose pussy". Risque! If you're not into the sauciness of that, you probably don't want to know what a herman handshake is...

Let's see how long this lasts...



Saturday, November 11, 2006

I HATE PEOPLE WHO TALK IN ELEVATORS!!!!!!!!!!!




But other than that, everything's cool.


Sunday, October 29, 2006

I realized today that I can't ever live alone.

I'd just fuck up daylight savings time every year.


Monday, October 23, 2006

If you're lookin' to see some primetime herman action, tune in to Fox Chicago News at 9 PM today! It'll be sweet! We (meaning me, Mike, and Tony) were already on 5 PM news on CBS!

Sorry to toot my own horn, I've just never been on the fucking NEWS before.

EDIT: http://cbs2chicago.com/video/?id=27087@wbbm.dayport.com

oh, I am so ashamed...


Sunday, September 03, 2006

Mom: "Grammatical structure doesn't matter as long as your point gets acrossed!"

Aaaaaaah, I love my mom.

I was wondering: if they made a movie about Roger Ebert, (and not Roeper, that fat cow!) would he give it two thumbs way, way up?

Apparently, sometime around 11 PM last night, some stranger got ahold of the passwords to my xanga, facebook, and e-mail and posted something along the lines of "I AM GAY" on this site. He (or she) then proceeded to reveal this information to my good friend Tony Jiang, who promptly changed all my passwords to ensure my personal security. In the end, no harm's been done, I'm very grateful to Tony Jiang for acting so quickly upon this, and I have to admire this person (who goes by the screen name of greenaltoidtin: does anybody know him/her?) for getting past my elaborate maximum security password protecting schematics and booby traps. So hold your horses, National Enquirer! Stop right there, Star! I, much to the dismay of millions of male fans, am not gay.

An update on this summer: Sicily was pretty flippin' fantastic, and Florence was like an Acadec dream come true what with all the amazing art to be found within its lofty (yet extremely compact in that everything amazing could be found within a 3-block radius) churches and museums. At the risk of sounding like a cultural bore, I'd have to say that Donatello's sculpture of Mary Magdalene in the Museo dell'Opera del Duomo was probably the most striking and resonant image that I've brought back with me. So yeah, it was one of the best trips I've taken.

Also, obligatory schedule post! Here you go, you ravenous schedule whores!

2nd: AP Physics BC (Gallo)
3rd: H Law (Smith)
4th: AP Lit (Brusek)
5th: Adv. Orchestra (Mascari)
6th: AP US (Dziedzic)
7th: Lunch
8th: H Printmaking (McCannon)
9th: Acadec

So basically, I couldn't be happier with the way my schedule turned out. No two APs in a row, a reasonable lunch period, I've got no complaints!

I'll try to update more often, but the fact of the matter is that I just don't have that many interesting things to say.

Sam: I'm kind of hungry

Me: Do you know what it feels like to really be hungry? To stuff flies and cockroaches into your mouth like candy? To look at your hands and feet and wonder, with all seriousness, how they'd taste with a little bit of bleu cheese dressing? Do you know how that FEELS?!!!

Sam: No, I'm just feeling peckish. Do we have any cookies?

Me: In the cupboard

EDIT: Oh my goodness. Crocodile Hunter is dead. I don't even know what to think. I feel like I've been punk'd. Who the hell dies by stingray anyways? And it's like every obituary about him seems to have been written with a sense of humor. Take this bit from TIME magazine:

"Steve Irwin's all pretty interesting on the telly or in the movie and that, but by crikey, it's great when he gets bitten," he once told Australia's ABC television. "Now and again I do get bitten. But I haven't been killed. And it's that, you know, that sense of morbidity that people do have. There's no use sticking your head in the sand and going, 'Oh, no, they're only here because, you know, I talk well.' Nah, man, they wanna see me come unglued."

This morning, at 11am Australian time, things finally came unglued for the 44-year-old as he was shooting a documentary segment on stingrays. Snorkeling on Batt Reef , a stretch of the Great Barrier Reef about 15km from Port Douglas in North Queensland, Irwin happened to swim over a large ray which, startled, whipped its barbed tail upwards into his chest. He died instantly.

Things finally came unglued????!!!! It's strange beyond belief. And they're printing comments from esteemed wildlife pros that range from the COMPLETELY FUCKING INSANE ("He died doing what he loves best, and left this world in a happy and peaceful state of mind. He would have said, Crocs rule." ) to the I-told-you-so jealous crones ("He had a long history of doing this kind of thing with dangerous animals; some people do these things and get away with it, and other times your number comes up," says Professor Grahame Webb, a crocodile expert who operates a crocodile park in Darwin. "He had huge experience with crocodiles and snakes and reptiles, but stingrays are quite different.") It's like Bizarro-world and this is all one big joke.



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