Friday, January 15, 2010

I saved this for the blog

Today, a college of ours decided to talk about sports. Cross-country track, he explained, is not a sport. Neither is curling (agreed, friend-o). Nor dancing. Out of perhaps an acknowledgment of the sheer number of people here at HHS involved in swimming and crew, he decided, albeit inconsistently, that they were sports.
Nice opinion. Here's mine.
We can't argue what is and is not a sport, really. Words are so subjective that deciding what does and does not fall under a one-word category is ultimately futile. I'm not here to argue about words.
In any case, people participate in cross-country track because they love doing it, purely out of appreciation. One can set goals for themselves most effectively in running. Today, three miles. Tomorrow, five miles. Also, proven purely because it isn't done around a circular track in a building, it is about appreciation of nature; of scenery. When you run, you experience the outdoors on a very interesting level: the contours and formulas of the land become apparent to you. That's why people run. Appreciation of nature is also, I'll argue, a large part of why people do crew. The Connecticut River at five in the morning: cold bites unsuccessfully against the inner heat of your body as the boat rhythmically and methodically cuts through the mist tip-toeing on the surface of the black waves. This is only part of the purpose of these activities, sports or non-sports. And it's more than this. You run, you swim, you row, you become a better person. Simply put.
You don't find this appreciation in Hockey, Shane Walter.
Hockey, and all the other mainstream sports exist for one purpose, and one purpose only: entertainment. It's always been that way. So yes, I lied, I do want to argue about words. If hockey is a sport, than sports are meant purely for the entertainment of the masses. Grizzled town members at the bar. Joe Six-pack on the couch. They are funding your sports, friends. That's why professional NFL players are paid as much as Johnny Depp: because they're performing. Apart from that, nobody cares. They don't say, "Wayne Gretzsky, you're just so skilled, man. We have to give you money because of this." Doesn't happen. As far as I'm concerned, Hockey isn't what everyone thinks of as a sport, its not even really a game: it's a past time. Nothing more, nothing less.
Which brings us to dancing, which I find ironic. Hockey and dancing are very similar: entertainment, friends. Except, when you think about it, hitting pucks on ice skates is a little far-fetched, don't you think? You'll find I am very impressive with chopsticks and tennis balls, but really, who cares.
"[insert activity] isn't a sport because it doesn't require skill. You can practice and practice, and still get nowhere: you need skill," says our classmate. Sounds to me like dancing. Sounds to me a lot like dancing. You can stretch for hours, practice your grande battement en cloche for years, and you aint getting it right. You need more than just skill, you'll need stones. My eleven year old cousin practices harder than any professed athlete I know, and I can tell because of the amount of blood she's spilt for dance. Her feet are deformed, her muscles snap almost every month, she doesn't have a life, ultimately, outside of dance. As a result, she's already getting paid for dancing in real performances. Give me one hockey player in HHS with that dedication. You can't, because hockey, the past-time, doesn't inspire that kind of devotion. To me, that means it isn't a sport.
Besides, in the realm of entertainment, I'd pay twice as much money to see a dance than to see a hockey game. Maybe I'm just a snobby, artsy 'hipster' (is that the term) who thinks "we're better than you, and we know it", but god do I find watching hockey boring.
Of course, the most money I'd spend would be on being able to see the HHS varsity hockey team last through one ballet class. One.
And yes, I am man enough to say I love dancing. What courage does it take to say you play hockey? None, my friends. Absolutely zero

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

2nd to last entry

I didn't have television when I was young. I wonder how much of an impact that has had on my life. I've always been rather misplaced in school, happily of course, but even still ... I wonder if not having the common ground of TV had something to do with that. How much did kids really talk about their favorite episode of the Simpsons? Or whatever people watched. I know it's trivial talk, but when I went to summer camp one year (yes, I did, weird...), the first thing anybody talked about was their favorite TV show. Me, in the corner, playing the guitar, mouth shut.
I have resentment towards high school social quotas too, deeply engrained in my sentiments ... now is that due to the lack of television? I don't relate well with people straight off the bat, and for all I know it could be from not watching kids on the tube go through the same experiences as I did.
Now I watch TV shows on my own, on Hulu, or I rent the DVD's. I'm on a diet of whatever Joss Whedon is doing currently. Which may be Dollhouse, now that Fox in their infinite cluelessness of the nature of entertainment and art may NOT be canceling (too late guys...). Last time I talked to anybody I didn't know about TV, they told me Dollhouse was pretentious and for moody high school kids. Jeez, thought I, maybe that's true. But then I learned they watch and enjoy The Cleaveland show. Which is obviously watched by ... I don't even know. Does anybody really watch that?

I don't know. I watch Dollhouse because it's good, and there's not much more I can say. That's not true, I could rant-worship about Dollhouse for a while...

I don't know, maybe nobody cares.

:-P

3rd to last entry

I'll tell you what's interesting to read: articles in the Dartmouth newspaper written by Freshmen. You read their articles, and you realize that they're good writers, but reads funny. It reads, well frankly, like a scared Freshman eager to not sound like ... a ... Freshman, really. It's full of references, saturated with any metaphor and half-clever line that they could stuff in there along with the story. It comes off as just too obvious; too overdone. Senior writers who are less astute and talented still write honestly, making articles more readable.
So when I'm in college, and a Freshman, will I be as shaky and scared as the Freshmen in the Dartmouth paper? Grabbing frantically at everything I can to be noticed and treated equally. How does somebody in that generality of being the baby of the school gain recognition on a serious level? Here at Hanover, we notice the Freshmen who can sing really high and we imagine the breakdown they'll have when their voice drops. As somebody as socially neurotic as I am, I don't know if I can handle being thought of in that way again. I guess ultimately I'll just have to chill out, but it's hard to go from being top dog to being the youngest again. Whatever.

examsssss

So, I guess im writing this blog instead of my letter. This is for the letter number five. Final exams are coming up, and I am NOT looking forward to them. Not only do I have to take them, but I have to take the Physics exam. That exam is going to kill me. Literally. There is nothing I hate more than Physics. In my opinion, it is never a good idea to mix science and math, let alone offer them separately. Science has never been my strongest subject, so adding math to the equation doesn't make it any easier. Still, considering I really only have 2 exams I need to worry about, I think my exam schedule is going to treat me pretty well.

Saturday was an interesting day for me. I was skiing at Burke Mountain with a friend, and we had just had lunch. We went out to the ski lift to do a couple more runs untill we had to drive home. Anyway, being the very coordinated person I am, I fell and slid into a tree while going very fast, down a steep hill. We found my ski, so I was able to ski down. I ended up having to go to the ER. The doctors there said I had had a mild concussion and needed four stitches. I had forgotten how much it hurt when they injected the numbing stuff into you. I think that might be the end of my skiing for a while. But knowing how nothing actually stops me from doing something I like, I'm probably going skiing next weekend.... :p

Mr. Bourne, I am taking Coming of Age as my English class next semester. I was wondering if you knew anything about that class, or what Ms. Cluff is like, since she will be my teacher. Would you be able to tell me in class tomorrow?? Thankyou =]

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Last Entry

So I think this is probably the last entry. What should I say? It's a new year, and soon I will have a new English class that will be much different than this one. It's gonna be sick though. The plan now is to read the Sandman graphic novels, one each week, and then do some analytical papers on them. So that would take 10 weeks, so 2.5 months. And since 2nd semester begins at the end of Jan, that leaves about 5 months or so for the semester. So for the other half of the semester I'd probably read more into world mythology that I haven't already studied. Hopefully IRW will be fun, and not too much work.

It's funny how there are illusions that seniors don't have to take exams, or that they have so few exams that it doesn't even matter. I think teachers unintentionally trick you by saying, "Oh, we're just gonna have a project" and then everyone is relieved. However, if you think about it, these projects are just as time-consuming and make you delve into new things as opposed to reviewing what you've already learned. This aspect of the midterm projects is good and bad; good because you do learn new things, but bad because you are not forced to remember what you've learned from the beginning of the course. Don't get me wrong; I'd rather have a project than a midterm, but as a picky perfectionist, especially in Powerpoint, it does take a very long time to get together these presentations. One creative midterm that I am going to have in Latin is Jeopardy. We are going to split into groups and then play Jeopardy; how well your team does in the game determines what grade you get. This form of an exam is fun, but it has its weaknesses. For one, you have to have faith in your teammates, that they've studied enough. Secondly, the grading system will be hard to figure out. Does the winning team get an A, and the losing teams get B, C, and Ds? These are some questions that my Latin teacher has asked his students to think about, so if you have any comments/solutions about it, please feel free to comment.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

medeski martin and wood are baaaaad bad mo' fu'as

i had the fortune of seeing these dudes back in december at higher ground in burlingtown. no, there are no lyrics so you don't need to follow the words, and no, they are not on the radio. but yes, at all moments, they are working harder than any other musician (or for that matter, any other dude who can cower behind a computer, slice-up other peoples material, change the beat, press space bar and call it their own club remix, dance music or whatever the hell you damn kids are into these days. and THEY become famous for it and get to dj the holiday dance. hah bumbug, but that's neither here nor there.) THESE guys are spontaneous; improvising and conversing, owning their instrument, time, and space, but simultaneously focused to the nano-second (especially the drummer Billy Martin, who spines this weirdly grown skeleton). They all have their own little-big jobs, I deduced: Martin holdin it down on percussion, forever changing it. Accenting off/on Chris Woods low ends (bass) and John Medeski's high organic trills (organ). The ultimate love triangle/power trio. No one crowds each other's air, but they are free to play absolutely anything. but don't get me wrong, there is structure to this creature (chorus and repeated themes and all that). Some call it jazz but i don't know the last Coltrane or Thelonious album that made me groove this hard. it's different music that takes you into a different setting and state of mind. i felt like a was scratching a really good itch the entire night. i was altered. it was toight. did i mention how absolutely filthy these guys are at their instruments? check out their new release, radiolarians: they pioneered this system where they wrote and worked out material on the road, then recorded it, then repeated the process two more times. yielding three discs that have been on somewhat constant rotation at my house. toight. note: medeski is mouthing the notes to himself as he plays them. sick? yes.