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Name: Ben
Birthday: 6/16/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: See expertise.
Writing my novel.
Anime: I STILL like Outlaw Star, no matter what anyone else says, and Cowboy Bebop will always be exceedingly cool.
Books: Pratchett, Jordan, Mieville, and Adams. If you know 'em, give a cheer. If you don't, too bad.
Movies: Blade Runner, Gladiator, Sorceror, Donnie Darko, What Dreams May Come, and a couple others I can't remember now.
Expertise: After some careful review, I've decided that my expertise no longer includes debate, philosophy, and statism. Oh, statism.
It does, however, include writing, random tangents, speed reading, memorization of useless trivia, generally avoiding people, making strange faces, nonsensical reductio ad absurdum arguments, Nanaca Crash, Crimsonland, Kingdom Hearts, and, at least lately, DDR.
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
6/8/2003
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| . . . when I said I'd post more frequently, and then didn't? I remember that time. It was a bad time. And yet it happened.
So here I am again, on my own. And by "on my own," I mean, "at home with my family." And by "at home with my family," I mean "desperately searching for jobs."
"What?" you say. "Hollywood Video wasn't GOOD ENOUGH for you?"
Suffice to say I would like a job with better pay and one that actually, well, would mean something. So I'm applying to a couple companies to work as an intern (including Growth & Justice, a progressive think tank, Minnesota Public Radio, and a few others). Odds are I won't get them, but hey, you gotta try.
So I busted out my resume-writing skills (note the lack of that accent-y thing on the "e") and revisited the grand tradition of the cover letter. It was joyous and tasty.
We'll see how it goes. What jobs are other people up to lately? Tell me. . . evvverything.
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| It was not a particularly auspicious beginning yesterday for April.
There was only one big practical joke in my life yesterday.
Snow.
Yes. Snow.
We got punked by Winter. "Oh, sorry, you thought it was going to be warm? SUCKERS!" I feel like Nature was laughing its head off at us as we struggled around through inch-deep slush and huge gusts of thick, wet snow.
Now, to search for job opportunities this summer. Adieu.
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| OK, so maybe just to end some updates. FINE! ONE update! Can I just have an update to end ONE update? No? Well. . . whatever.
Anyway, here I am. Updating away. Given that it has been so long since I last posted here, it almost makes me feel like I'm exploring the surface of a new planet.
(Ben gingerly steps out of spacecraft onto surface)
Ben: Would somebody clean this ginger off my boot?
(Robot cleans Ben's boot)
Ben: Thank you. Why was that ginger there anyway?
Robot: I was hungry. Boots taste good. Beep.
(Ben saltily steps out of spacecraft onto surface)
Robot: Sorry, I missed a spot. Whirr.
Ben: Do the sound effects really help?
Robot: Yes. Zip.
Ben: "Zip" isn't a robot noise.
Robot: It isn't? I mean. . . does not compute. Sploosh.
(Ben sighs and steps in a completely unseasoned manner onto the surface)
So, my tendency for random digressions aside, here's some real news. My name is Ben, I'm twenty years old, I'm a junior at Concordia college, I'm majoring in Political Science and Communications and I like puppies and kitties and weasels.
Robot: Weasels are also tasty. Boom.
Would you get out of my post? Thank you. Bye. Yep. Bye-bye now. Don't come back.
Where was I? Oh, yes.
Biggest development thus far: I am engaged.
(silence)
No, I'm not kidding. And it may be that most of you know this already. If you don't, then I'll give you some more info here in a bit. If you do. . . well. . . good for you.
Her name is Emma, she's also a junior at Concordia, majoring in psychology, we've been dating for over two years now and I love her very much. She makes me happier than I thought was ever possible. There are no definitive plans for the wedding yet, but we are currently anticipating sometime early in the summer of 2008 after both of us have graduated.
Other, smaller developments: I am currently employed on the set-up crew (oh, the joy-- I'll save that for another post). Suffice to say that whenever people gather somewhere on campus to sit in uncomfortable chairs, I'm there ten hours beforehand, making sure those painfully hard chairs are arranged in a perfectly unsymmetrical fashion.
For future career options, I am weighing my choices between pursuing a job in broadcast (especially radio-- I've always been told I have a face for radio) and further academic delights including graduate school and possibly a doctorate, likely in communications.
What else? I'm living on campus again next year. . . in exactly the same room as now. . . with two of the three roommates I have now.
So, in conclusion, I'm about as boring as can be imagined.
Classes currently: finishing up my political science major, hopefully my communication major will be complete or almost complete by the end of my first semester senior year as well as all my required classes, leaving me with a semester to, well, learn about Family Consumer Sciences.
That about wraps the news. Let's turn to weather.
It's gray and misty.
Now, onto sports.
No sports.
That's your early afternoon update for today from Ben-land. I'll keep you posted should anything else occur. Eventually. Probably. OK, I'll likely forget about it and then feel incredibly guilty because I know all of you spend hours each day just waiting for me to update this site and offer you a few tasty morsels of my grand sense of humor.
Robot: If I were alive, I would die laughing. Glug.
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| And as the title of the post echoes on into infinity, I say unto you who may occasionally stop by and see if I have updated: rumors of my non-posting are not in fact greatly exaggerated.
Wow. It has been quite some time since I last posted. A great deal has happened since then. Where to begin? Well, the question is really more of a "when," because I find myself rather short on time at the moment. A paper about Ralph Waldo Emerson is currently blocking my view, and so every now and then as I type this I have to try to lean around it.
It doesn't like being ignored.
Nor, I'm sure, do you, my loyal and devoted band of readers.
I will have a true update for you soon. So wait eagerly, on the edge of your seats, until you realize that sitting on the edge of your seat is both dangerous and uncomfortable.
Adieu.
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| Obscure references aside, I once again find myself "summering" at Concordia College.
Oh, the joys of the humid, bug-infested evenings. Oh, the joys of no air conditioning.
But hey, at least I've got responsibility for a bunch of high-schoolers to look forward to!
In reality, I work at the Concordia Summer Debate Institute for the cash. The sweet, sweet cash. When Fred slaps that million dollar check into my hands at the end, I know it's all been worth it.
OK, so that's not it either. Why do it? I could be making more money at (wonder of wonders) Hollywood Video. Well, for some strange reason, despite the stress and long hours, I really, really enjoy it here. And by "here" I don't mean the Fargo-Moorhead area, the rather indescribable, unlocatable "here" of the camp. It physically occupies a stretch of campus, but it also exists in a whole different sense somewhere else entirely. I always feel like I'm doing something worthwhile here, whether it's working on speaking skills with students or helping them research a particularly difficult (or maybe not-so-difficult) area of study.
I've gotten a lot from debate. I just can't help but feel that if I can give something back, I should. There's something worthwhile in this camp. Something worthwhile in working with these students, in helping them become more confident in themselves -- in debate and out.
I'm rambling.
And I'm tired.
So sleep.
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