Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Asian Student Association Meeting

So, for those of you who were wondering whether Asians can have frats too, you were right! There were two lovely representatives at the ASA meeting in the aforementioned title. Note to self: do not go to an Asian Student Association Meeting, because there are Asians there.

I've never seen so many Asians packed into a small space at once. It was terrifying. I didn't know there were that many Asians in North America- I'm sure they shipped them in from some other continent, like Canada or Kentucky or something.

Speaking of other continents, as they introduced themselves and plugged their respective organizations, a guy from the local Asian frat went up and proclaimed that his frat was the largest and most international, since they had 46 chapters, one of which was actually in this mysterious, Dry country called Canada.

And if you were wondering whether Asians can be in sororities, yes, they can! And it scares the living daylights out of me. Sororities, along with football teams and the automotive industry, were the last bastions of white power. Now they're coming for us, and I'm going to be sitting on my porch with a Remington sawed-off shotgun and a jug of moonshine ready to take them down.

And if that doesn't work, I have Korean For Dummies, fresh kimchi, and a set of chopsticks with cartoon instructions to try to get on their good side. That's good, right, brother zhong guo ren?

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Lest anyone think I'm antisocial...
I actually did try to attend a frat party last night, mildly offcampus (within two streets, and coincidentally right where Mike Nifong spun some reelection dreams) with a few friends. I had apparently suffered some head trauma and forgotten why I hate this sort of parties so damn much.
Imagine a mixer (and I've written extensively about this topic, so don't pretend like you can't) except with beer, so people look stupid, and lighting, so people look stupid, and enormous quantities of people packed into a very small place, so people feel stupid, and cops that come up with lights a'flashing (suprisingly, as far as I could tell they were the only ones flashing that evening), so that the neighbors can have some peace and quiet. Thankfully, it was the "good guy" cops who gave the two seniors out on the lawn a lecture and let us move on before hitting the big fish.

Then we went back to some dorm with an AC'd common room and watched the end of an extraordinarily amusing Colbert report, one featuring Richard Branson, the rebel billionaire. It was great. Unfortunately, finding out that none of them had heard of Harvey Birdman, Attorney at Law was not so great. I'm afraid that some of my fellow Scholars are simply not up to standards on ADD pop culture. More about that later.

Finally, a large enough group got together that I was able to play in my first pickup ultimate game since fPendl's pre-grad party party. Unfortunately, we had a pair of bombers on one side (and not the kind you want to play) and a bunch of inexperienced players on both sides, and it got ugly pretty fast. But still, playing Ultimate late at night is da Bomb.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Joy asked me to put her in the blog, so here she is.

Some of you may remember an ill-conceived plan to take Salsa lessons (dance, not cooking) as a big group at Forest Fair. It failed for a number of reasons, not the least of which was the entire plan being forgotten under the stress of junior year.

Well, for my little program at the University Tom Wolfe Made Fun Of and Chapel Hell, they had an icebreaker involving merengue and salsa lessons (again, dance, not cooking/dessertmaking). It was difficult for us, not the least because we were all tired and grumpy and being difficulted by the awkwardturtleness of having to re-meet 30ish people and remember all their names. Also, having a girl-guy imbalance didn't help (although there were definitely more girls than would have been at a similar event at my previous place of education).

And unlike the last time I tried salsa, Laura wasn't there to trip and fall and harm herself, so I actually did pretty well, though we were all outdone by a licorice-legged and harpy-hipped young gentleman named Marc (not Mark, as he vigorously asserts) . Salsa is fun if you have the a partner who is forgiving and actually wants to be there. We swapped until I ended up with a certain aforementioned young lady, who wasn't the best pure dance partner/music combo I've ever had (that distinction still belongs to Kathleen/the DJ from the semi-informal thingy at St. U), but damned close, and probably better if it hadn't been for the fact that we were stumbling through a Tostitos dip.

I'm starting to feel far more enthusiastic about this whole thing.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Religion in Harry Potter

Scroll down to about 40% of the way through to the heading "God and Man at Hogwarts"

Saturday, August 04, 2007

So True....