Monday, August 22, 2005

And so it is...

WOW! I'm back! It's been a great couple of days so far. I'm staying at Dana's until tomorrow, because I'm not allowed to move in to Southness until then. My parents are coming at 10 a.m. so we can get started unpacking and everything. We'll see how that ends up working out, since I have a meeting at the D.O. at 11.
Things have been crazy here at the office; we've been working a lot on the house, moving the offices around, painting, moving in new chairs, and, of course, drinking a lot of beer at night. Oh, let the good times continue. I can't wait to meet the new writers and get accustomed to my new staff, which hasn't shown up yet.
I already have two stories for the first issue; this should be interesting. Hopefully I don't freak out and have a breakdown in the next few days; there's going to be so much going on, and the kickoff takes place tomorrow when I move in. I'm hoping to do some cooking tomorrow evening.
In a couple of days, the Southness crew will be back, and then the real fun can begin. I can't wait to see them all again.
I don't think I've eaten out more in the past few days ever. This comes because my meal plan hasn't been activated yet (hopefully that will change tomorrow, but I'm not entirely sure), so I've had to live off of Jimmy John's and Starbucks, which isn't half bad at all, really.
I've also been helping Scott decorate his room, which actually looks really good. Hopefully my room will be equally tripped out tomorrow. I plan on devoting all day to moving in and getting everything settled; I can ride my bike to and from South Campus until the regular bus routes resume or the weather gets colder. I don't mind biking at all; it's walking that almost killed me yesterday, when I marched to Goldstein to try to convince Housing to let me in early. No luck. I almost cried, considering I'd walked about two miles from North to South Campus for nothing. All I could do was walk back. Housing is a joke. They let other D.O.ers in early, so why can't I get in too? Ugh...
Nevertheless, life is good. It's a lot better than rotting away in Herkimer. I feel like I'm home, as do the rest of us. It's great to be back.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

In the spirit of everyone else...

...I've decided to post my schedule for the fall 2005 semester. Yes, I hear the grumbles among you in the audience. I know I'm copying pretty much every other college student with a live journal, xanga, or whatever else there is out there. But, I feel it's only right. Besides, I want to brag about how much better my schedule is than all of yours. ;-P

Monday
11:40 a.m.-12:35 p.m. ANT 111 Lecture
12:45 p.m.-2:05 p.m. ETS 115
3:45 p.m.-6:30 p.m. ETS 215

Tuesday
11 a.m.-12:20 p.m. GER 365
12:30 p.m.-2:30 p.m. NEW 205

Wednesday
11:40 a.m.-12:35 p.m. ANT 111 Lecture
12:45 p.m.-2:05 p.m. ETS 115

Thursday
see schedule for Tues.

Friday
2:15 p.m.-3:35 p.m. ANT 111 Discussion

And for those of you who are unaware of what these class abbreviations stand for, here's a small legend:
ANT 111=Intro. to Cultural Anthropology
ETS 115=Topics in British Literary History: Renaissance Underworlds
ETS 215=Sophomore Poetry Workshop
GER 365=19th Century German Prose
NEW 205=News Writing

Monday, August 15, 2005

It's a cruel world, but I'm a lucky boy

It's an awkward time, these last 5 days before I move out again. Life is at a standstill as everything hangs on that one day when I leave. I'm waiting for something to explode and set everything in motion again. Time hangs over all our heads, and we're just waiting for the ball to drop...

...In the meantime, I recommend that everyone check out Matt Nathanson, especially if you like good music.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Looking back with perfect symmetry

In the early hours of the morning, I kept waking up, bothered by lines that kept cutting into my head. Grabbing my journal, I wrote them down. This is the result of the poem, recently given the name "In That Place of Ecstasy," that followed.
In that place of ecstasy,
I wished for a moment
I could be your pillow.
I’d hold on to countless memories
Of how I’d tuck you into bed
Like a mother
Each night.
Somehow I’d feel wiser
Being the unobtrusive, observant
Protector of your head.

Your bed looms large,
A formidable undertaking
For such a small one as myself
To climb.
I remember becoming
Enveloped in your blankets,
Wrapped up in infinity
As you kissed me goodnight.
I could have lain like that forever,
Lost in oblivion,
Only returning to the smallness of the world
As you swim back up to meet my head,
Gasping for air on your pillow.


(c) 2005 Liz Petty

Monday, August 08, 2005

You can't teach what you can't sell

Neat! Check out my friend Randy's blog. He finally got one! Included in it are amazing photos from some of his VPA projects. Spellbinding.
I went back to Syracuse yesterday to visit Scott, who's spending a few days at his house, 214 Clarendon (remember the 214 band frat parties?). It was so great to go back there. It made me realize how much I really do miss that place, and how amazing this coming school year is going to be. It was an all-out amazing day. I got to see Terry, and Mark actually popped over, too, which was awesome. I hadn't seen him in awhile. It was a pleasant surprise. All these people are influential in keeping me tied to that place I love. Of course, when I get back, responsibility will return as well, and I'll have actual work to do, which won't make me as happy as I am now, I'm sure. Still, I enjoy my job, and some classes were made for skipping, so all in all, I'm sure it'll work out fine. And I have my friends...




Ok, now I'm just rambling...I'll see you in 12 days.

Friday, August 05, 2005

So look back on the treasured days

I won't be denied this time
Before I go out of my mind over matters.
Got my foot on the ladder,
And I'm climbing up to the moon.

Got a sky that looks like heaven.
Got an earth that looks like shit,
And it's getting hard to tell
Where what I am ends
And what they're making me begins.

Saturday in the yard,
They'll bring you by.
We'll lay down on the grass
And watch as the sky closes in.

-- Eels, "Climbing to the Moon"

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Pull me out from inside

As Eddie Vedder perfectly sang: "First comes love, and then comes pain. Let the games begin."

What a perfect song. It makes me remember events past that never really happened to me at all. I guess that's when you know a song is good: when it brings to mind feelings and experiences you never had.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backward so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals a picture and a verse.
Still, it's so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
The moon is low tonight.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
I'm not sure all these people understand.
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
The recklessness in water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away, replaced by every day.

Nightswimming. Remembering that night.
September's coming soon.
I'm pining for the moon.
Or what if there were two,
Side by side in orbit around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight, forever drum could not describe nightswimming.

You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me.
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath.

The photograph reflects every streetlight, a reminder.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.

-- REM, "Nightswimming"

I am ready. I am fine.

Monday, August 01, 2005

I can't wait 'til the future gets here

What an exciting week it's been!
I suppose I should start out with the two concerts I attended this past week. On Wednesday, I headed out to Buffalo yet again to visit Scott, my nana, and the Dave Matthews Band at Darien Lake. Scott went, too. It was a pretty good concert, made better only by the company I was with. I only wish that Dave had played less songs from Stand Up. I could go on with my regular spiel about his biggest career mistake, but I won't, to save time, space, and your attention.
On Saturday, I saw "my dad" in concert, that is, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. I say my dad because my dad's name is Tom Petty, in case you didn't already know. It was interesting to hear people shout my last name and my dad's name all night. I rode up with Nick, Andrew (whom I hadn't seen in a long time), and Jory, some old friends from Ilion and former students of my dad. I ended up hanging out with the regular Mohawk crew: Campione, Burton, Brant, Alison, Bowman, Frenchie, and Greg (whom I also hadn't seen in awhile). Brant, Greg, Campione and I got up close to the rail on the left side of the stage, and The Black Crowes took the stage. I was expecting better from them; their last song was the only song I knew. They sounded more like a jam band dressed up like Stillwater from Almost Famous.
Once the sun set and we were waiting for Petty to come on, Campione saw Frenchie coming our way. He and two other friends had seats on the floor. It turns out that one of his friends didn't feel well and had to go home, but he didn't want to leave. Long story short, Campione and I ended up with Frenchie's friends' tickets! The show was amazing; the band played everything I had hoped they would in all the right places. I even enjoyed the songs I didn't quite know. The energy level was incredibly high, as compared to Dave, where the atmosphere was more appropriately chill and romantic.
Before the Petty concert, Campione had a party at his house, kind of like an "engagement" party for Alison and Bowman. There were more people there than I'd ever seen at his house, and I'd just expected the old crew I'd been hanging out with there all summer to be there. Even Brant, Woody, Greg, and Josh showed up. That was probably the best party of the summer, the party I'll remember when I look back on my summer.
Last night, Scott showed up for an hour on his way from Poughkeepsie (it took Jordan, a native of Chicago, to tell me the correct spelling of that word...) to Syracuse. It was nice to see him. It's probably the last time I'll see him before the 23rd, when we go back to school. I can't wait. Come to think of it, it doesn't seem that far away, since it's already August 1st already.
As it is, I'll be going back to school early. There's a lot of work to do at/for the D.O. I hope I end up recruiting (or, as Jared calls it, "tricking") freshmen into writing for us. I'll be staying with Dana for the three days before I'm allowed to move in for Goon Squad. On the 23rd, my staff comes back, as does Scott.
Speens is coming to visit me on the weekend of Sept. 9th! It's going to be awesome; that Saturday, we're going to Utica to an Umphrey's McGee concert, one of his favorite bands that I'm just getting into. This will be the first time I'll meet in real life someone I met on the Internet.
...But as I'm growing older, I'm bored.
I remember when misery thrilled me much more
When I can't relax,
And I'd like to go back.
But that's gone; yeah, that's gone.
Turn around; turn the volume down.
We're counting the days down

'Til the day when we live in a video.
I'll be stone-faced and pale;
You'll pout in stereo 24 hours every day of the year.
Oh, what fun; I can't wait 'til the future gets here.

-- Ben Folds Five, "Video"