Not Waving but Drowning

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Sorry for the crappy rate of updates lately but it IS the end of the semester and things are winding tighter, as I have stated before. I have some good news though! My slacker sister, Melissa, finally (after I told her over a week ago how) got around to posting her first entry on her new blog, What'Sloan My Mind. You are now all obligated to go and leave comments on her first post encouraging her to continue writing, because if you don't her daunting lazy nature will surely keep her from lifting a finger to the keyboard again.

Naturally this leads me to talk about Paul McCartney's half-time show at the Super Bowl a couple months back. Yam, if you're reading this, I apologize for striking you with the same random conversation jump that I did on Tuesday night. That being said I really just wanted to say how sweet that show was. The effects used were absolutely breathtaking from the TV screen, I can't imagine what they must have been like live and in person. Not to mention old Paul's music ain't to shabby in and of itself. Of all the songs I think I have to say "Hey Jude" was the most beautiful, both musically as well as visually. The crisp blues rippling across the projection screens around McCartney.
What really saddens me is that that amazing show wasn't the main attraction. It took a stupid game of "smear the ...guy with the ball" to get creative minds together and funding enough to produce it. Why aren't there huge art events where millions upon millions are spent in order to make a fantastic art exhibition? The short answer is that art, though completely satisfying to the soul, is not satisfying the the "unga bunga" thirst for competition and hitting of things that is apparently deemed more important to the drooling masses.
NOW WAIT JUST A MINUTE.
Please do not confuse me for a black-framed glasses, fair-trade, veagan sandal wearing hippie art snob college student that doesn't appreciate the occasional stimulating athletic competition. I haven't come to college only to have the great epiphany that I am intellectually above the entertainment values and un-artistic lifestyles of most people, as some students have. I'm just stating the blazingly obvious fact that the world of entertainment is just a little off kilter when that half-time show and a football game can be put together and people still actually enjoyed the game more. Maybe you aren't a Paul fan, that's ok, but you still can't deny that the fireworks and visual effects were completely amazing.

As a related comment...and yes, it's actually relevant this time, I recently picked up my soon to be Aussie roommate's copy of Paul and Linda McCartney's album, RAM, and ripped it onto my computer. Really interesting album. I highly suggest you all listen to it a few times, decide that you hate it, then listen to it a few more times. At that point to you suddenly find yourself irresistibly hooked to it's charmingly weeeeird collection of music. I, personally have found myself sing "Monkberry Moon Delight" and "Ram On" nonstop in my head and around campus all week.

This one guy told me that a certain type of tree-bark could be used to treat groin rash...and make European pastries.