Saturday, December 3, 2005

Standardized Testing

AN EXCITING DAY OF SAT'S!!!!!

Well, today is Saturday, and being an aspiring college entrant I partook in the fabled SAT's. Yes, I devoted 6 hours of my Saturday filling in small bubbles and listening to peoples' stomachs make weird noises in a small AP US History classroom. But, along with the SAT's come interesting stories and tales of my adventuresome life. I have decided to share these tales with you, but sadly I have signed a contract not to share any exact details about the test I took. Therefore, any information about the actual test will be censored in this blog until after I get my results, at which point it will be inserted. Enjoy and happy reading!

  • I arrived at the location for the SATs at 7:30 AM. The test started at 8:00 so I waited around with a friend of mine. We talked about band, go figure. I realized that I needed to go see what room my test was in, but I didn't want to leave my friend waiting so I told her that I'd be right back. I ran over really quick to check my room and saw 211. I ran back and we continued our conversation. Then, the head lady stood on one of the tables and started yelling room numbers for people to go to. To my surprise, she was saying a LETTER before each number. I just listened and heard "R through S, room B211". Perfect, I thought, I'll go there. Last name range and number were both right. We were dismissed to go to our rooms and I started my search. I got very lost and ended up finding my way to my room. To my utter disgust I saw the words "Maintenance Closet" above the B211. "Well", I thought, "That can't be right!". I ran back down to the commons and checked my room number. . . . . . . D211. DANGIT! I ran around trying to find D211 and by the time I found it (it was hidden on the second floor) I was almost late. So, I was nice and out of breath for the beginning of my test. Lovely, eh!?!?

The SAT's concluded, I survived. Apart from the little mishap everything went well. I ended up with a 2030 on the SAT's and this blog entry is now over. I hope you enjoyed my horrible sense of hearing and direction. Ciao!

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Clarinets!

So. . . this is cool. Clarinet players in marching band taking "to the box" to a whole new level. Like, wow, this picture is so awesome. We had to do something like this in a symphony I was in last year. During one section of a song we were told to raise our bells above the stands and play like in this picture. It was insane, much more understandable in this marching setting. Yeah, that's all for this entry, just a cool looking picture. Posted by Picasa

Saturday, November 19, 2005

That Calculator Post Update

Ok, remember the post that had the graphing calculator on it. . .the one with me complaining about not being able to use calculators on a test. Well, after being certain that I probably failed it, I got it back and, amazingly, I ended up setting the curve for it. How? Who the F### knows?!?!?!? We were allowed to use our calculators to "check" our work but we had to write all of our steps on the test. I couldn't do the steps, so I just did all of the stuff on the calculator, understanding that I would get half of my points taken away for not showing my work. Well, apparently, my teacher didn't grade the work, so I didn't lose hardly any points. I only missed points on the questions that I didn't answer. Also, I've decided that I'm tired of my math class and should just stop doing homework all the way and turn in partially done assignments. . .that strategy appears to be paying off. I'm still getting 100% on all of them. For crying out loud, I'm almost trying to get a bad grade in that class and my grade keeps going UP! I'm at a 99.65% with only half my assignments turned in and doing terribly on tests! I don't know what's going on, but I like it!

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Rubik's Cube

If you haven't read the entry below this one, read it first. Once you've done that, this is a picture from that story. This is a picture of me on the cruise ship solving the cube. It's a little blurry because of the strobe lights, but it's still viewable. Pretty neat, huh! Posted by Picasa

Rubik's Cube!

Rubik's Cube! I was thinking today. . .How could I not have made a rubik's cube blog yet? There was a period of time in my life where I was absolutely obsessed with rubik's cubes. I can still solve them, but not with the amount of speed and finess that I used to be able to do it with. I think my record is 25 seconds. . .but my average (without having practiced in a long time) is about a minute and a half. With some warming up and a good cube I can get it under a minute pretty regularly. I'm even a renowned Rubik's Cube Celebrity! On a cruise to Mexico I solved several Rubik's Cubes on stage in front of a packed, standing room only, audience of 2500 people. There were strobe lights, fast music, and lots of screaming and yelling, it was pretty intense! Anyway, this is a picture of the 25th anniversary cube that I'm buying today, I just thought I'd show it off. It has a silver side instead of a white side, pretty spiffy. Let me know if you want to know more about rubik's cubes or how to solve them, I'll help you out. Posted by Picasa

Monday, November 7, 2005

Math Frustration!

Today I had a Pre-Calc test. Pre-calc is easy, I like Pre-calc (except for my teacher, but we'll get to that). Anyway, today was our test. I was all ready for it, ready to set the curve and everything, but that was before we got the test. We got the test and I saw my entire world crash down before me. Most people say things like this, but this was an actual "Oh my Gosh, I'm so screwed, what the HECK do I do?" moment. At the top, scribbled in messy handwriting was "No grpahing calculators allowed". Alright, so, basically this sucks. I love my graphing calculator, I use it religiously, I'm the only kid I know that can actually use every single function on it. I could ace this test with it, but the DAY OF THE TEST they tell use we can't use it. Nevermind that for all of the homework we could use it. So, this is unfair. The other classes knew they weren't going to get to use them, but we had a sub last time and they neglected to tell us, so we were surprised. Therefore, because of all of this, I am quite certain that I may have failed. Parabolas are much harder to graph without calculators than with, and domains and ranges are also a little trickier without calculators. So, basically, I'm really angry because I just got taken advantage of and completely raped by a math test. GRRRRRRRR! Oh, and I hate my teacher. The End. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, November 6, 2005

Things not to do

An event occurred at the last home varsity football game of the season, which was this last Friday (11/4/05). Despite being one of the funniest things in the entire universe, it's not something I recommend doing, because people will be laughing at you, not with you.

I am, in case you didn't already know, a member of the marching band. It's our job to provide the peppy music for the games. It's also our job to, if necessary, provide national anthem music. In the last three years, maybe longer, we have never had to perform the national anthem at a football game, but this year was different. For this last football game they let a band-ite play the national anthem on his alto sax. Now, I'm not mentioning names, but this is a pretty roundly disliked band-ite. I, more so than others, dislike him immensely (he doesn't have a very high moral character). Several of us band peoples were wondering how he even got picked to do it, but that didn't matter so much.

Game time, we're waiting for the national anthem. ________ has left for the press box. The announcement comes on "Now for the national anthem, performed on the alto sax by ________." He starts playing, doesn't sound so great over the microphone, plus, every time he took a breath it was really audible because he was right by the microphone. He made it through the first half, then he took a big ol' breath to start "And the rockets red glare" and totally fracked the first note. This is where the "Things not to do" title of this blog should be applied. Exasperated, he stops playing, takes a big breath, and says "Oh shit" right into the microphone.

REACTIONS
  • BAND KIDS: Maniacal laughter caused by absolute shock and vengeful gratification. I, for one just covered my mouth and started laughing hysterically. I looked over at my friend and he looked like he was about to die laughing, he kept saying "What!?!? What!?!? What?!?!? OMG, What?!?!?"
  • STUDENT SECTION: Similar to band kid section, only louder and more widespread (there being more students than band kids). Student section was slightly more entertained because they dislike him more than the band kids do.
  • PARENTS: Wow, parent reactions were exactly as one might expect. Less laughter, a lot more "What a disrespectful kid". Parents were more angry, students were entertained at the fact that parents were going to be angry and completely rip apart ________.
  • FOOTBALL TEAM: Similar to student section, only more so even. They laughed so hard that I think they might have hurt themselves.

AFTERMATH:

  • _______ was taken by his father into the band room after his performance and given the reprimand of his life. The reason (other than the obvious) for such a reprimand? _______'s entire family was present for his solo anthem. His godparents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, in all about 10 people, and they all heard his golden tones echo across the stadium.
  • Well, let's think about this a little bit. As I said, it was the LAST home game, and it was during our NATION'S SONG that he swore. You think there might be a little anger on the part of, I don't know, everybody listening?
  • EVERY SINGLE BAND KID now has ammunition against him. If he ever insults any of us, all we have to say is "At least we didn't cuss during the national anthem". There, we win, no contest.

ALL IN ALL:

So many of us have been waiting years for something like this to happen to _________. Now many of us are thrilled, because we thought we would have to prompt it in some way, but he did it all by himself! Yay! Ah, public ridicule and embarrassment, it's a glorious thing.

Thursday, November 3, 2005

Sock Monkeys!


This year, due to a drastic scheduling asodfeiwurjbnrpiogfi (couldn't think of a fitting word to describe utter chaos), I am enrolled in speech team. Not that I don't enjoy speech team, however, because if you know me then you also know that I am a very talkative and non-shy person. One of the speeches I am giving this year, in fact for the rest of the year, is about Sock Monkeys. During the course of my research I have discovered a treasure trove of sock monkey interesting-ness. I love my speech, I plan on winning state this year. Anyway, my speech is great, and I also have my visuals. Now, the thing with the visuals is that I needed a picture of the guy that invented the socks for the sock monkeys. Unfortunately, he was middle aged in 1880 and a picture doesn't exist anywhere on the internet of him, so I had to do some digging. I e-mailed the Midway Village sock monkey historical village and they were kind enough to send me this photo of John Nelson. Take a good look, this is the only picture of him on the entire internet, scanned in just for me! Next time you're on jeopardy you'll get this question right, because JOHN NELSON made the sock monkey socks! Below is a copy of my speech. It takes 8 minutes to read out loud, but not as long just to read. It's interesting, just peruse it a bit, you'll learn a lot.





Sock Monkeys

Many of us have grown up with comfort items, whether they’re blankets, binkies, stuffed animals, or sometimes, perhaps, a pair of slippers or an oversized shirt. In any case, these items make childhood just that much more liveable, knowing your particular comfort item is just waiting for you at home in your bedroom. One such stuffed animal comes to the minds of many when considering such creature comforts, that animal being the classic sock monkey. Even if the name of such a creature doesn’t ring a bell, one glimpse at its strange elongated face and bright red lips is usually enough for that Ahhhh!. Strange isn’t it, that a monkey made out of a sock is recognizable by so many people. The sock monkey has even made appearances in the Dilbert comic strip. . .but why? Why socks? Why monkeys? Why anything at all? Why care? Just. . .why? Sock monkeys, although stuffed bits of socks, have a unique beginning, evolution, and future, that rivals that of most living primates. Let’s take a look under the sock, dig through the fluff, and explore the true inner workings of the sock monkey and all it entails, including its history, its evolution through time, and its role in today’s world as a deeply cemented subculture amongst monkey enthusiasts.
In 1852 a man named John Nelson left Sweden for America. He wanted to take a chance with America, throw his dice and hope for a yahtzee. He worked hard in America, and it took 17 diligent years before John figured out what to do with his life. John, a self-respecting Swedish man, found his bliss in inventing sewing machines. John developed three different sewing machines, which he patented in 1869, 1876, and 1879. But. . .these weren’t ordinary sewing machines, these were special. These three sewing machines were the first sock knitting machines in the world. Patents for his machines in his back pocket, Mr. Nelson opened up a factory in 1880, named Nelson Knitting Mills. Mr. Nelson showed a lot of creativity in naming his factory, didn’t he? Anyway, Nelson Knitting Mills was and still is the first company in the entire world to manufacture socks . John based his factory in Rockford Illinois, where it remained until 1992. In 1992 Nelson Knitting Mills was purchased by Fox River Mills. But what about the socks? The socks that are used in the construction of sock monkeys began to be manufactured in 1890. Known as red heel socks, these socks were a bespeckled mix of black, white, and brown. The contained a cream colored shank and toe. Also, as the name suggests, they sported a large red heel. These socks were mainly used by construction workers, farmers, and factory workers. Since John Nelson monopolized the sock market with his three sewing machines, he could sell his socks for whatever price he chose. Having once had to scrape by in America, he decided to sell his socks at a reasonable price, instead of exploiting the barefooted American population. Due to this off-beat pricing strategy, many families lacked stuffed animals and toys for children, but had red heel socks laying around everywhere! It was in the early 1900s that moms began making sock animals for their children. Eventually, John recognized a good thing and began including the directions for two types of animals in his packages of socks. Children could then have "official" sock monkeys and elephants. Thus, the sock monkey is born, and the sad truth is that although born with the monkey, the elephant has been relegated to rest forever in that one box ata a garage sale that everybody avoids because of the smell. It’s sad, yes, but the elephant is rarely heard of today, while the monkey still exists in all of its previous sock glory.
Sock monkeys have not been of a stagnate design since the early 1900s. They’ve evolved just as everything does. Take the types of socks used. The original sock, produced from 1890 until 1967 boasted a larger cream toe area, a wider sock body, and a narrower shank. The newer socks, being produced today, have a smaller toe, narrower sock body, and a shank that is the same width as the sock. The sock price has also evolved. Selling for 33 cents in 1960, they sell for as much as $5.50 now. The instructions have also evolved. Now they include color and much more descriptive diagrams.
There it is, how the sock monkey came into being and how it has evolved. In short, John Nelson came from Sweden, made the socks in America, and moms made monkeys for their children. Over time the socks have evolved and changed to suit the current trends.
Now that the facts are known, it’s time to introduce some less than factual observations on the sock monkeys of today. Many people have been nice enough to create websites detailing their stories of sock monkey history and evolution. The following is a verbatim, word for word, honest to God, story that the internet has to offer:
For an estimated twenty thousand years, sock monkeys and humans have existed in a symbiotic relationship. This relationship began with the monkey's favorite food, lint, which was produced in vast quantities in the prehistoric dryers of humans. Lured by the lint, hungry sock monkeys began to wander into laundry rooms. Humans encouraged the monkeys to stay. Slowly they adapted to living in our homes. The monkeys have lost their ability to hunt and can no longer live in the wild. Their ferocious lint grabbing claws have atrophied into plush little stumps. In fact, today's sock monkeys rarely even move.
This evolutionary story is an excellent example of what the sock monkey subculture of today has to offer. Another example being the Midway Village and Museum Center, which was established in 1968 as an historical landmark to preserve Rockford, Illinois, the sock monkey’s home town. Midway Village is home to a six foot fiberglass sock monkey statue, and future home to many more. The village plans on planting large sock monkey statues throughout the entire town. They also have a large and to scale sock monkey that they have named Nelson. Nelson is 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighs eight pounds. He was made from 44 red heel socks and his current fashion accessories consist of a fanny pack and hat. Midway village also has a yearly Sock Monkey Festival, where visitors can make their own sock monkeys, see sock monkey exhibits, and meet the great granddaughter of John Nelson.
Apart from legitimate sock monkey devotees, there are many more avid followers that are slightly less than historically motivated. Take for instance the man who provided us with the sock monkey evolution we just heard. He also believed that the only way to save the world from the Y2K disaster was to send out a billion sock monkeys around the world to fix all the computers. After NASA refused to fund him 1.3 trillion dollars he placed three monkeys on his porch and gave them a pep talk. The next morning he peeked out the front door, as he usually did every morning and found the sock monkeys there. He knew they had completed their mission because nothing happened during Y2K.
This man isn’t the only obsessive fan. The red heel sock monkey message board has hundreds of posts, all about sock monkeys. A website called "The Big Tim" is written by a sock monkey named Tim and includes Tim’s blog, Tim’s bio, and a list of people Tim wants to slap. These examples are only a few out of hundreds of sock monkey extremist stories. There is an entirely unnoticed sock monkey oriented group of people wandering this earth that sane people rarely know exist.
Sock monkeys have been around for over a hundred years. They have a unique history, an interesting evolutionary story, and frankly, a slightly creepy present day following. Since 1900 when sock monkeys first came into existence, all the way up to present day when sock monkeys are still revered by many devotees, the small plush monkeys have definitely left their mark on the United States. . . and the entire world!


I hope you enjoyed it, I'll keep you updated as to how I do in tournaments.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Finally Revealed!

it's big.
it's coming.

it's grand.
it's open.

IT'S A LETDOWN! Everybody I know has been guessing cell phone company, broadband internet, new football stadium, something COOL. Now, after all this stupid anticipation it's a home furnishing store. DUMB! I'm dissapointed, I wish it had been cool. At least they revealed it though, the anticipation didn't have to last too long. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, October 23, 2005

It's Big. It's Coming.

it's big. it's coming.
What is it?!?!?!?!? ThisCvexesHme.EICsawKa billboardOforUthisTtoday,TandHhadEnoPideaOwhatSitTmeant. ThatAwasBenoughOtoUbugTme andWmake meEwonderTwhat was bigSandTwhatUwasFcoming.FThen, to add to my frustration, as I was reading the newspaper I saw it again! I'm angry because I instantly fell for whatever-it-is's marketing ploy! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IS BIG AND WHAT IS COMING! If anybody can help or understands my frustration, please let me know! Also, let me know if you've seen this advertisement around as well.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Poetry

I am writing this blog entry to avoid writing a poem. The poem was assigned during Humanities today. It is supposed to be 20 lines long and in iambic pentameter. It also needs to be "romantic". Not "sappy" romantic, but "about nature" romantic. I am expressing my displeasure in this assignment. Not only am I a bad poetry writer, but aren't poems supposed to be filled with emotion and deep? If I can't write a poem about something I'm passionate about to begin with, how in God's name am I supposed to write a poem about something I could care less? I've got every deterrent there is going at me right now. So, that's why I'm writing this blog. . .I don't want to have to start writing this stupid poem. I'll tell you what though, I'll copy and paste it into this blog for you guys to read, meaning I'll publish this blog, write the poem, and come back and insert the poem. The poem is below:


<><><><><><><><><>26 minutes later<><><><><><><><><>
LAKE

The wind blows through your hair, and through
The trees, making them shake and fill the air
With rustling. The red winged black bird screams
His call in short small bursts that pierce the air.
His home, a lake, lie sprawling down beneath
His nest. Its water laps upon the shore
And then slides back towards its home.
The blackbirds, beavers, trout, and deer all call
The same place home. They drink their fill and sleep
By trees that sway by wind on dark cold nights.
Lake nights, though cold, are calm, serene, but for
The small and loud green frogs that call their own
To gather, meet, and cover all with frequent croaks.
These calls, so loud and oft, keep all aware
Of danger wait. The owls do stalk, the frogs
Call warn, and morning come, the owls return.
The day breaks new with life and song, the song
From blackbirds,taking flight, who soar above
The lake, and watch its waters lap upon
The shore for all to drink, behold, the lake.
<><><><><><><><><>Poem Complete<><><><><><><><><>

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Time

Ok, so in case I didn't mention it anywhere, I'm a junior in high school. I remember back in first grade that the school year seemed to take FOREVER to go by! But, on the plus side, summer lasted forever as well. Now, thinks are a little different. In fact, even compared to last year things are a little different. Last year marching band season seemed to drag on and on. Now, this year, it seems as though we've barely started even though we've been at it since mid-August. The season is over in three weeks! It went by in a blaze of marching band glory! Seriously, I don't know where the time goes.

Time goes by so much faster this year than it has in the past. We're a third of the way done with first semester and it feels like it just started. It's nice though, because I'd like to not have to live through ages of my classes. The sooner they're over the better actually. I've noticed that as I grow older, time seems to increase in speed (or velocity, w/e you want). At this rate I'll be dead and will have barely experienced any of my life because it whooshed by. So, this leads me to my final question about time and age. . .

Is time vs. age linearly, exponentially, or power"ly" related? Riddle me that!

Friday, October 14, 2005

So, this is some asian guy holding the PS3. I don't know his name, but I think he's the guy that made it or something, anyways, that's not the point. The point is that, well, would you look at the size of that thing???? O. . .M. . .G!!! That is the biggest thing I have ever seen! It's bigger than a CPU for crying out loud.

Gamecube = Tiny
PS2 = Pretty small
X-Box = Big
Revolution = Really tiny
X-Box 360 = Big
PS3 = FREAKING MONSTER!

So um, why so big? Portability just went out the window. . .bye bye, ciao! That look on that guy's face isn't a smile, he's straining under the weight! OMG Sony, what are you thinking?!?!?

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Truman



Meet Truman. This photo was snapped of him during a marching band practice. In this picture he is modeling our lovely Sprague Olympian Marching Band jacket and a waterproof hat courtesy of Sportsman's Warehouse. This picture of Truman is being posted because

  1. I have it
  2. I couldn't think of anything else to blog
  3. Truman needs to get his name out there because . .

Truman is a screenwriter. He needs his screenplay to be seen by somebody that can do something with it. It is very good and anybody reading this that would like to read an aspiring teenage writer's screenplay should let me know, I'll put you in touch with Truman himself.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Band Slide Show

So, the last 3 hours of my life have been devoted to a slideshow. I'm sorry to say that I fear for the construction of the Band Slideshow this year so I have taken on the responsibility of producing an alternative slideshow that will make the rounds and hopefully a lot of people will see, even if it isn't shown at the band banquet. On it so far are pictures of our show shirt, the first football game we went to, us marching at sunset, and some candids in the band room. Music is Chrono Trigger, Fantasmic!, and Blue Shades clarinet solo. There are tons of little inside jokes, some P.M.I. (pre-calc stuff), HTML code, 1337, a tri-force, thought bubbles, embarassing faces, and all sorts of goodies! I can't wait to get more material for it, it should turn out really nicely! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE A COPY! I will give it to you! That's all for now, go and make a slideshow, they're fun!

Humanities Test Outcome

Yes, I got a 107% on this test, of which 3 days prior I new nothing about. It just goes to show that studying is so amazingly effective if doen right. I just thought I'd post an update! Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Studying for Humanities

So it is 9:00 and I have been studying for a humanities test since 5:00. That's four hours for those of you who can't count. Anyways, that four hours was probably the most effective studying time that I have ever had. I learned so much just by looking up definitions in my history book and writing stuff down and just sitting and thinking. Why haven't I discovered this earlier? I mean, I can tie The Compact Theory to Thomas Jefferson to The Kentucky and Virginia Resolutions and actually make sense! It's amazing! I felt so unprepared for this test yesterday, yet with four hours of intensive work I now feel quite comfortable! Colonies don't seem quite as scary now, which is scary in itself. So, I guess the point of this particular entry in my blog is simply to state that I have discovered the path to enrichment, it involves a lot of just "Sit down, shut up, and study"ing. Amazing that I haven't figured this out before. Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death!!!!!! If you can tell me who said that and where then you don't need to read this blog because you already know your U.S. History. Adios, study a lot!

Sunday, October 9, 2005

A Christmas Dilemma

Ok, so a situation arose today that has left me vexed as to:

What to do
Why it hasn't happened before

My birthday party was September 24th. The week before my birthday my dad said "In all honesty son, I realize you want in iPod nano, but we just can't afford it. Please don't expect one." I said ok, and I didn't mind. They're expensive and I realized we couldn't afford it. So, my birthday comes and goes, no iPod. But, I did get about $150. That got me wanting to save up for an iPod. Since my parents hadn't gotten me one and I had the money then why not? Well, then about a week later I start getting excited about buying this iPod and my parents start saying "You know the rule, no buying anything before Christmas." What?!?!? I mean, yes, that is the rule in my family, but my parents had already shown that they couldn't afford an iPod by not buying me one for my birthday, and that was only a week ago. Had they suddenly amassed enough money to purchase one? If so, why didn't they just give it to me for a late birthday present? I was completely confused, but continued on my quest to earn enough money for my nano. Just today I managed to add $20 to my pot, leaving me only $25 away. At this point, my dad says "Michael, I didn't want to tell you this, but I have an iPod for Christmas for you. I just don't want you continually arguing with us for 3 more months." So now my dad is upset because he had to tell me, and I'm upset because I made him. . .but all of it was completely accidental. How was I supposed to know, wasn't I right in assuming that I was bound never to get one since I just had my birthday and didn't get it? Why not spend my birthday money on it? It's all rather unfortunate, because now I can't buy one and have to wait 3 months to get it, and get to feel bad while waiting for it, and I have to act surprised on Christmas. Sigh. . . your thoughts are welcomed.

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Saturday, October 8, 2005

Blue Shades

Frank Ticheli wrote a song called "Blue Shades". Blue Shades contains the coolest Clarinet Solo known to man. Here is in all its glory. Godspeed to all clarinets that attempt it, it's incredible. Posted by Picasa

Fire

Hello world! Today is Saturday, and a productive one at that. I woke up at 8:00 proceeded to prepare for my day. I left the house at 8:45 and dropped my mom off at the FIRE station where my dad works as a captain. Anywho, after that I got a hair cut and then went to a friend's house to do . . . homework! Ah, isn't homework great? Anyways, now I'm home again, home alone! Fun stuff, but it was cold when I got home, so I decided to get a FIRE going to warm up the house, hence the following post:

<<<<<<<WOOD STOVE FIRE>>>>>>>
I will now educate you city folk how to light a successful woodstove fire. Most steps are obvious, but the not-so-obvious steps are denoted by being red.

  1. Clean out the ash tray beneath the woodstove (cleaning meaning empty, not scoured)
  2. Use some type of cleaning solution (wet wipes, windex, 409, or just water) to clean the glass of the woodstove.
  3. Open the damper. The damper, also known as the floo, allows the smoke to go up the chimney. On most woodstoves the damper lever is located on the left. Just pull it until it opens.
  4. Turn on the air. The air lever is located opposite the damper lever. The air lever allows air to come from the chimney, underneath the fire, and feed the fire from below with Oxygen.
  5. Place 3 wadded up pages of newspaper in the wood stove and light them. Close the woodstove. The purpose of doing this is to flush all of the cold air out of the chimney. Warming up the chimney allows your wood fire to start more efficently and quickly.
  6. Open the front of the woodstove and push all of the embers from the warm-up paper to the side. Wad up about 4 full sized sheets of newspaper and place them in the center of the woodstove.
  7. Apply kindlingthrough front of woodstove. Kindling is little bits of wood that help get the fire going. I use douglas fir, because kindling is only effective when it isn't a hardwood. In other words, don't use oak for kindling, but pine will work. Anyways, place about 6-9 pieces of kindling around your newspaper pile in the shape of a teepee.
  8. Apply wood through front of woodstove. Use softwoods like fir and pine, and maybe maple, but try to avoid it. Don't put on round pieces just yet, only put on split wood. This gives the fire something to grip to. I put one on each side of the teepee, leaning into it, and one larger piece horizontally across the front leaning on the teepee. This front piece prevents flames directly touching the front glass.
  9. Light a match. Light the center of the newspaper under the kindling. Light the edges of the paper as well if you'd like.
  10. Close the front of the woodstove.
  11. Now it's a waiting game. Your fire will either work or it won't. If it doesn't work and it goes out, just try again. Figure out what you did wrong and fix it. If it did work, keep on reading.
  12. Wait until the fire reaches 500 degrees F. If your wood is going away before it gets to 500 degrees, put in more wood, only this time through the top of the woodstove.
  13. Once the woodstove reaches 500 degrees put in some harder wood and some softwood rounds. Also, close the damper and turn off the air.
  14. From now on, whenever you open the woodstove, make sure both the damper and air are on/open, otherwise you'll be filling your house with smoke.
  15. From this point on, just continue to feed your fire hardwood. When it gets even hotter go ahead and put in some hardwood rounds.
  16. That's it. That's how to make a successful woodstove fire.

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Hope this comes in handy. Bye!

Thursday, October 6, 2005

Rain

Hello, I should be doing homework (see last post) but have instead decided to procrastinate and post a blog. It may be brief because of the amazing amount of homework tonight. Now, I will discuss rain.

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Rain is wet. It falls from the sky. I get wet when I stand in the rain. Today, during marching band, it started raining. We marched in the rain. Although slippery, marching backwards in the rain is really easy, as compared to with no rain. Sadly, the rain was destroying my clarinet. I put my clarinet away out of the rain. The rain is good for plants. Plants grow when they get rained on, except for tomatoes. Tomatoes crack when they absorb the rain. Dumb tomatoes and the dumb rain. Are we wondering why the post about rain is in green? Because green things like rain.
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Ok, that entire post that you may or may have not made it all the way through was fairly dumb. Basically, I was just resetting my brain for the homework yet to come. It's true though, rain hurts clarinets. Just an FYI. . . .comment on rain if you feel necessary, or just because!

Wednesday, October 5, 2005

First Post: Homework

Hello blog readers! This is my blog. I've never had a blog before, but I'm gonna try this one out. Please feel free to post on whatever the heck you want, the more comments the merrier. This first post can be about HOMEWORK!

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As a freshman I complained about homework. As a sophomore I complained about homework. Now, as a junior, I am complaining about homework. What I have discovered is that as much as any freshman or sophomore may complain about homework, they ain't got nothing on juniors. OMG, it is absolutely insane! Remember in 8th grade when the high school students came and talked to us all about registration? "High school is so much fun, but there's about 3 hours of homework a night." Being the naive 8th graders we were, what did we think? They're kidding. They're just slow and bad at doing homework fast. This is the part of the story where I voluntarily take my right foot and insert it in my mouth. My life now consists of coming home, doing homework, leaving for marching band if I have it, and coming home and doing more homework. I actually have about 4-5 hours of homework per night, no joke at ALL! Humanities, physics, pre-calc and Stats are killer homework classes.
So, for all of those kids out there that say "Why do you stay up so late?" . . . "Why don't you just do your homework during your other classes?" . . . "Why do you make your homework so perfect, that's what's taking so long" . . . . . . . . . . SHUT UP! It's freaking hard as it is, I don't need people telling me it's easy! lol, just wait, you shall see. Take the hard classes, then you can complain about massive amounts of homework.
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Have a nice evening, feel free to post your feelings about your homework load, or to post answers to homework if you are feeling generous.