Category Archives: The College Perspective


Well, it’s official. Class of 2011: our year is over.

Yes, it did technically end way back in May, at graduation. But now, it’s finally the class of 2012’s year. They finally are near the end.

Meanwhile, we are still very near the beginning of our new lives. I wish you all the best in 2012, and hope that your endeavors in college, trade schools, work, the military, or anything else are successful.

Keep in touch.

– Will

P.S. I finally get to tag this post as “The College Perspective”…. How exciting.

I’ll Take the Low Road: A Rambling of a Newly-Found Rugger

Tonight was my first real venture into a new world. That’s fancy talk for saying that my first real rugby practice was tonight. It was insane. I love this damned game, and right now, I haven’t even really played. It’s confusing as f**k, but dammit, I still want to play. It’s so worth anything that comes from it right now. I’m sorry, I’m almost speechless from how great I feel. I guess I’ll start by schooling the uninitiated in the basics.

Basically, rugby is the only manly and successful member of the football line (that I care about, at least). Basic history is some guys were playing football in England back in the early 1800s, and one, who has this engraved on his tombstone, picked up that ball and ran with it, thus making rugby. It grew into one of the most popular sports in the world, with the Rugby World Cup second in views globally only to the Football World Cup (America needs to jump on the band-wagon). When it came to America, it was played quite well, but as Americans became fat, they slowly morphed rugby into gridiron, which is the NFL. So, in a nutshell, rugby is the successful, manly, healthy son of a popular wuss (aka hipster) and was unfortunate enough to create a fat son that is really only popular because Americans have to be different from the rest of the world (aka, a redneck). It’s if Teddy Roosevelt were the son of a Frenchman and the father of Bubba from Mississippi. You know what he thinks of that? F**k ’em, we’ll play rugby anyway.

So rugby is a continuous game like football, but a contact game like gridiron. The goal is to get the ball from one end to another so your team can score by “touching the ball on or past the try line with force” so that you can score a try or kicking it through the uprights so you can score that way. There are sixteen people on each team, and though each has a specified job during the scrum, in open play, anybody can do anything, including score, run with, pass, and kick the ball. The ball can be kicked at any time in any direction, but it can only be thrown backwards (technically it can be thrown laterally, but that’s a really dicey call that some refs could call a forward pass). Once the play with the ball is tackled, there is a small fight for possession, called a ruck, and a maul is essentially a standing ruck (from my understanding, though I don’t have a grasp on the finer points). Once the winner is determined (by who got the ball) it is thrown out of the ruck and play continues. If there is a foul, the teams scrum (which is similar to the O-line and D-line smashing in gridiron at the beginning of every play) which is pictured below. Further, if the ball goes into touch (or out of bounds for us Americans) the ball can be thrown in via line-out, which is where the teams toss a few players into the air in an attempt to gain possession of a ball thrown into play from the touch line.

So, in a nutshell, it’s the endurance of a footballer; speed of a sprinter; passing, running, and catching skills of a quarterback and half-back; the physicality of gridiron; and the brutality of combat sports.

All without pads and substitutions only allowed for a bleeding injury.

And the occasional Zulu, just because they don’t have enough fun with it as it is.

I mean, it’s hard to imagine that they can enjoy this, right?

I guess you just have to try it to get it (HAHAHA, PUN!)

Coming Soon

This is just to say that I am still here, and I will still be in fact posting my journey. Finals was a bitch (kinda) but it was more or less me being really, really lazy. And I regret that (kinda). So, from next Thursday on through 79+ consecutive Thursdays, I will have another day of my journey posted unless I specifically note otherwise. It should be at noon just like this one is posted, automatically. So yeah, that’s basically it. I’ll also post up any other interesting happenings that go on (I’ve got a good one coming up) that are outside of my quest (though they are also partially included because I am just that meta).


Around the World in 80 Beliefs : A Primer on a Quest

“The Tao that can be followed is not the eternal Tao / The name that can be named is not the eternal name” – Tao Te Ching 1-2

This was originally going to be a little post explaining Taoism briefly, to get the basic ideas across. But then I thought about it and decided that just sharing what I know about Taoism isn’t prudent. I might as well go and share everything I know and learn (since I am constantly learning more and more – I’m reading Analects right now, and I’m looking into Shinto, Mahayana (particularly Zen and Tibetan) and Theravada Buddhism). So I’ve decided this will be a new series in an attempt to glean as much as I can from everything – why just go for the Eastern ones? I truthfully know little to nothing about Protestant, Catholic, or Eastern Orthodox Christianity, Shiite or Sunni Islam, Baha’i, Judaism, Jainism, or Hinduism. I truthfully know nothing about any traditional African, North or South American beliefs. I don’t even really know what Voodoo is all about aside from something Pat Bush is really into (though he says he a ‘Bit’Ov’Thist – Bit Ov Thist, Bit OV That… (he’ll probably beat me for spelling it wrong (I wanted to end with three parentheses))). Hell, even Scientology, even if just for the laughs. So let’s go through it all. Every last bit of everything I can find out there ever. OK, that MIGHT be an exaggeration, but I’mma still do a lot of reading and researching.

“My Kingdom is not an earthly kingdom. If it were, my followers would fight to keep me from being handed over to the Jewish leaders. But my Kingdom is not of this world.” John 18:36

Yet some might then make a very valid argument that some of these things are not really religions in that they worship no particular deity or anything like that. For example, I personally do not believe that Confucianism is really a religion (at least not to me). This is because there are usually two schools of thought for many beliefs – the philosophical side and the religious side. This is because Confucianism is the teachings of one man, who says all of these different “rules” and “regulations” as to how humans should interact with one another (again, I don’t really know a lot about it other than “Confucius say some sex is good, more is better, and too much is just right.”). However, I have been told by my friend Josh, who did a research paper involving the subject, that many saw Confucius as a Jesus-like figure, and thus he is worshiped with “prayers” made to him. I had no idea (hence why I want to learn more), but it shows why I’m going to give two sides to every story. I won’t make it different posts, I’ll just make sure to discuss both sides (if I can find both). And be warned that I am indeed a rambler and probably will ramble on about anything that comes to my head in terms of musing on everything and such. I’ll also probably do one or two “Scenic Pit-Stops” to discuss what history I learn or other books that, while not religious, are considered by many to be very philosophical (for example, the samurai Musashi’s Book of Five Rings or Chinese general Sun Tzu’s Art of War) and talk about what I learn through them.

“Fight in the cause of God those who fight you, but do not transgress limits; for God loveth not transgressors.” The Noble Qur’an 2:190

But I can’t just do everything. At least not right now. So I’m going to do 80 different beliefs, in honor of “Around the World in 80 Days.” These can be: religious texts like the Bible, the Qur’an, the Torah; literature on other philosophies such as Humanism, Atheism, Optimism, Scientology; or possibly even simple “historical” texts on other beliefs that are traditionally more oral like Voodoo and Norse, African, Celtic, and Native American mythology and animistic beliefs. Further, in more honor of the piece that this title comes from, we’ll go from location to location in geographical order, ie from East to West to East. I’ll start with what I know and am in most interested in, being East-Asian beliefs, particularly China and Japan. From there to the Middle-East and Eastern Europe, then Central and Western Europe (Greece is going to be such a pain… I might need to get creative with Greece and Rome and all that). Though this does seem a bit off, since I’m covering large chunks of Africa now with other posts (aka, Christianity and Islam) I’ll then do traditional African. Jump over the Atlantic and we’ll do North then Sotuh American (Mayans and Aztecs will be really interesting), and Hell, just so as to not exclude anyone, we’ll look into the Pacific Islands as well (I ❤ Mana!).

“Odin is the All-Father. He is the oldest and most powerful of the Gods. Through the ages he has ruled all things. He created heaven and earth, and he made man and gave him a soul. But even the All-Father was not the very first.” – Prose Edda

So there it is. It may not be great, but I’mma do it for my own personal benefit. And I’m not going to put a schedule on this since, well, I think that that could just be insulting. I mean, who am I to decide that I can totally understand Christianity at all, much less in a week? With that said, I will try for one a week, but no promises are made since I have school and reading the Bible, the Qur’an, a book studying Thor and Odin and all the rest of Valhalla may take more than a week. In fact, this will probably be a big part of my entire life. But we all need to get started somewhere, and a survey is usually the best way to get going. I also will attempt to be considerate with everything so as to not offend, so my usual humor may be absent (don’t worry, I’ll still throw in my scathing posts that crack all y’all). So for now, I disappear into the nether of stuff.

What, I can’t be serious all the time.

We Don’t Get Engleesh 1

No, seriously, I’mma try and prove it. America’s problems are all based on the fact that we don’t even know our own god-damn language. Watch me prove it.

Really, this is a really small rant. Really small, but still, important. First, we don’t know what organic means. The first definition I found, as from reads thus: “noting or pertaining to a class of chemical compounds that formerly comprised only those existing in or derived from plants or animals, but that now includes all other compounds of carbon. ” The much-easier-to-understand definition is listed second: “characteristic of, pertaining to, or derived from living organisms.” Which makes perfect sense. Organic is related to organism, which is anything that is alive (aka, not rocks).

But what are these?

So that makes sense as to why we can label corn and bread and beef and people-meat organic – they came from something that was once alive. Hell, from that definition, I might want to call coal organic. So that leads me to ask… if we can label one particular brand of corn “organic” is the next one not? Is the organic corn really corn and the other, usually cheaper brand of corn really very small, very yellow, very squishy rocks? Hopefully not.

If so, Gorons would love the inorganic corn.

Then why did we label one corn organic? It’s no more alive than the other corn. We somehow have decided that growing something without pesticides or “genetic engineering” or whatever the Hell “organic” food means allows us to call it organic. Why? Because nobody gets English. There’s probably a proper word out there. Any word other than organic for things that are already f**king organic. Hell, I’d even take “green” corn simply because it has been decided that a color can mean eco-friendly. That’s just not worth the fight.

Would green corn be peas?

And I’ve decided that, because of this whole lack of getting our own damn language, America is really screwed up. This is just a small example that just hit me recently, but it was the one that allowed for more pictures, which I like posting. I’ll probably go more into later, but I don’t want to right now. I’m too busy enjoying a nice glass of organic milk (case and MOTHER F**KING POINT!)

The Great Trip Game – A Scored Adventure!

So.  I have wanted to do this for a long time, and I legitimately think that, if I spend the bare minimum and save the maximum, I can go on a cross-country trip next summer (and if not this one, the next.)  And by cross-country, I mean that I’m crossing the country.  In an airplane.  The ocean too.  Until I reach the British Isles.  So I’m going to the British Isles next summer (I hope) and I’ll be there for a  month, I think.  And I’ve only been in an airplane once, so I’m guessing that it’s going to be kinda like the Indiana Jones movies.  Which means that I sleep with a fedora over my eyes while a red line just magically teleports me to where I want to go.

Kinda like this, only not.

Since I am leaving the country, I plan on having a total blast.  Like, such a blast that one could only survive it in a fridge (kudos, you know who you are).  I’m going to see Stonehenge.  I’m going to make faces like every other fucking tourist at the Royal Guard (aka, the dudes in the furry hats).  I’ll probably hop over on a ferry over to Ireland and see if they think Bono is a pompous ass too.  Go up north to Scotland and visit where my family came from.  See the sheep.  And I will drink.  A lot.

This will be me, boots and all. My folks will be proud.

Why will I be drunk ALL THE TIME?  Drinking age is 18.  In both Ireland and the UK. It’ll be the best way to meet people. And by people I mean easy hot British chicks (though I better stay sober enough to tell my syphilis from my crabs).  Awesome.  BUT!  I can’t just have drinking be the main goal – and that’s where this game comes into play.  I’ve decided to make a list of things to do, a Bucket List, if you will.  And I plan on making it awesome.  But it can’t just be any bucket list – otherwise, I have no incentive to actually do them this time.  So, I’m adding a nice twist – points.  I have made my 3-week journey to the British Isles a game.

And yet it won’t take even nearly as long as this godforsaken game.

So I need some help with my list and points values, which are totally open for debate.  I’ve already got it started, but I don’t feel like putting it down just yet.  I’d like to see suggestions and points values from others before I make my own.  Maybe this will set up the path for progeny of other 18-year old Americans like me.  And it will become the ultimate game of “Who can score the most points.” So let’s throw some ideas out there, ladies and gentlemen!


The College Perspective: Who Are You Again?

Blame my absence on college…and my lack of internet. I’m going to.

( : Kayla

The College Perspective: Living In An Apartment With No Internet and Parking Stuctures as Far as the Eye Can See

I’ve been out of touch for a while, but not having any solid internet can have that affect when it comes to the virtual world.

I’ve been living in my apartment for four or so days now. The apartment itself is really nice and I’m incredibly happy with how it turned out. The view could be better though.

Today is my first day of classes. I had a few errands to run in the morning so I left a few hours early thinking there would be endlessly long lines for everything I needed to do. Of course, when you plan ahead for them they’re never there, and I was done with everything–getting my final books, renewing my parking permit (for a car I am no longer using), and getting my computer onto the secure wireless network–in a little over 45 minutes.

I have two hours before my first class starts, and my last one ends at 8:15pm. Oh the life of a college noob.

( : Kayla

My Loves

Hi there.  I decided that I wanted to make a really simple yet informative post.

And it’s not about me – it’s all about my girls.

I love them with all my heart, and I want no harm to come to them.  Few are allowed to be around them, and even fewer are allowed to be in the same room as them (don’t even think about touching, really!)  And they’re my girls.  I love the tingling feeling I get every time I feel their long, slender, smooth necks.  And I owe it to them to use my fingers to make them sing, cry, and sometimes scream every note I can get out of them.

This is my first love who will always hold a place in my heart – Amelia.  Now, I will admit that I don’t play her as often as I should, but that’s because she’s my “Ol’ Betsy” – meaning she sits in a place of honor with no expectations of being used because she’s just been outclasses in this time and age, yet still deserves respect.  I love her, dearly, but she’s just a little too old to do what I need to do.

This is my next love. with her jewelry (aka, the strap).  Sadly, though she is like aa sword without a name – she has no name.  I know her personality – calm, relaxed, and very difficult if you aren’t giving her your full attention – but I just can’t find the right one.  I still love her, but until I know who she actually is and what I can call her, we just can’t be in as sync as we need to be to thrive.

And this is the one who has taken my heart by storm – Sheela.  She’s everything I could ever want – beautiful, yet hot.  Pristine, yet dirty.  And awesome, yet even more awesome.  It’s amazing.  I do my damndest to play her every single day, but it gets difficult.  that’s why I put her right across from my bed, so I feel terrible every time I see her and her sad, depressed face.  I love her, and nothing could ever separate us.  Also, her bling is friggin’ gorgeous!

Whoo.  That actually took a lot out of me.  I normally don’t talk about my girls, but I decided that I’m done with that secret.  Especially about Sheela.  Most people don’t even know she exists.

So keep it all a secret, or else I’ll hunt you down and … do… something… nasty… to your face or… something…  Nevermind.

PS – done posting for a little while.  I feel like I’m kinda hoggin’ the bloggin’, and that’s not nice.

What the Hell!?!

Apparantly, “What the Hell!?!” means “What the Hell does “What the Hell!?!” mean?”  Cuz I don’t remember.  Who knows if it was real.  I was kinda outta it this morning.  I sent a friend who just moved a three-message long text that can, basically, be summed up like this:

  1. Sorry I made out with your girlfriend in a dream I had two nights ago.
  2. Thank you for getting my stuff back from those douche bags that stole it from my car… in the dream I had last night.
  3. Sorrry we didn’t hang out more in the summer.
  4. (And this came about three hours after the previous three) And sorry I was friggin’ crazy earlier.

Here is a summed up (though not really much shorter) version of his responses:

  1. You have good taste.  Keep it in dreamland.
  2. You’re welcome.
  3. We got the future, man.
  4. No problem, I was rolling on the floor laughing.

Awesomeness.  I like my friends and junk.