Sunday, December 26, 2010


Soup is comfort.
Soup is delicious.
And soup is a cheap and healthy way to eat out.

When I go out, I'm always a bit put off by the potion sizes and costs. I'm a bit of a cheap-o (thrifty?) and I have a small stomach to match my budget. That's why I rely on soup to fill me up when I'm out and about and obliged to purchase food (normally I pack a lunch).

This week I had French Onion Soup at Red Robbin and Avgolemono at Costa's. Both were delicious and satisfied me until late in the evening.

They're also a lot healthier.

Red Robbin, I only got a third of the calories as my friend who got a mondo burger which I'm sure was delicious - but it had over 25 to 30 more grams of fat than it is recommended you get in a single day. I'm not on a diet or anything, but I do like to eat a bit healthy. I had some carrots in my backpack to supplement the soup and I was good to go!

During the school year I am known by many of my mates for my thermos that I lug around. It's usually filled with some soup I heated up right before I headed out the door. I have a good supply of Pacific Natural Soups that I adore. They're organic and I can pronounce all the ingredients! So many flavours to choose from and it usually comes to about $0.70 a meal (as opposed to $3 for a cup of soup in a shop).

Love soup. Love soup. Love.


I'd say I'm a regular gamer.

Just this week I've played everything from Apples to Apples to Bananagrams to Fluxx to Scrabble to Go Fish to Jenga to Catch Phrase.

I love me a good game and I love the mates I have who like games as much as I.

Finger Puppets

Holy smokes --- finger puppets are awesome!
Sorry, I know I ought to be moving my interests on to something more mature, but those puppets fit in my box oh-so-perfectly and I've found that they can turn any mood into delight by just sliding them onto my finger.

Frohe Weihnachten

Merry Christmas from the Huberts... and the Noyeses, Baskins, and a Hendriksen.

This Christmas was, well, as Christmasy as usual. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with the family as well as a new addition and our honoured guest.

New addition? Daniel Baskin! He and Amanda got married just this July. Welcome, Daniel. While we considered you a member before, now it's official.

Honoured guest? Sir Michael Hendriksen of Australia. I met Michael 6 days ago at Cupcake Royale on Capital Hill because of my uncontrollable desire to touch his velvet blazer and an impulse fueled by the rich frosting of my cupcake. Anyways, long story short (which in actuality is quite short to begin with) he's in the Americas for his Summer break - which includes December 25. He didn't have a family to celebrate with (hostels don't count as family) so we were thrilled to have him join the Hubert clan for a full 8 hours.

Our time was filled with jam sessions (you missed out - it was pretty rad), juggling (thank you Michael - that was one of the finest gifts you could give), silly string, Russian tea, Go Fish (nope, er, go fish), jacketed potatoes (and crying pigs), gifts (warm rice bags! dark chocolate!), Jesus (has a birthday), awkward family photos (the book), group hugs (they're warmer than rice bags), exchange students (Vietnam, China, and Bolivia), and a few buckets of laughter.

Anyways, it was a beautiful way to wrap the year of 2010.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

150 Miles

Thursday: Not so great. Called Joelle. Decided to meet up.
Friday: Rode bike. Packed. Traveled 46 miles by bus to Tacoma. 29 miles by car with Joelle to Olympia. Existed. Leah. Anthony's. Joe & Sam. Stretch and laugh.
Saturday: Morning with Joelle. 29 miles by car to Tacoma. 46 miles by bus. Walked 0.7 miles to the Burke home. Crafted. Delighted. Home by 7:56 PM.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

R.I.P. Oliver

SPD Checklist: An Ongoing Series

There's a dandy checklist out there. They call it the Adolescent & Adult SPD Checklist.

Over the next few months, I'm going to be exploring it, item by item, and blogging about it as I do. This is a time to reflect on what it is that makes up my SPD symptoms.

This will be a time for me to look back on those Maggie-moments and see what might have been me just being me, and what might have been influence by my SPD (which is still me).

We'll see how it goes.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


Everytime the telephone rings I want to scream and hide.
I want to kick the callers and have no desire to hear their voice.

I hate the telephone. It makes my stomach wind up, curl up, screw it's self into a ball. It makes me never want to come out of my bedroom because then, well, then I'm closer to the ring.

Genuine loathing is what I have for that ringing telephone that sits in the living room, kitchen, the L-Room, the studio, my parent's room, and the basement family room.

That is why I like mobile phones. I have mine on silent all the time. If someone calls, I don't know until I choose to check it. Then I can call them back in my free time

Medless Maggie

I usually don't take my meds unless I have to.

Have to means I'm going to school.
Have to means I need to sit and pay attention to words for more than an hour.
Have to means if I don't understand those words, I'm toast.
Have to means I can't afford to space out.
Have to means an essay needs to get done.
Have to means a test is to be taken.

And, this lovely fall break I've had, I haven't had to do any of the above [as a student, mind you].

I rely heavily, heavily upon my agenda to keep things straight. I didn't write something in it and ended up missing a babysitting job for the first time. It was so embarrassing and I felt awful. Lesson learned? Any event goes immediately into the agenda. Just the act of writing it down gets it in my brain better.

Life is a bit more unorganized me as I live med-less. My room gets messy. But I rely on those moments of hyper-concentration that come with my ADHD to get it super clean every week or so.

When I go to the city of Seattle, that's where my impulsiveness shines through. Please, please don't let my mom know how friendly I am in Seattle. I give high fives and sing songs to everyone I see on the streets. I make conversation with the homeless and never shy away from giving hugs. I dance with the street music makers. I twirl when I feel it. The city, a fair of sensory imput, fills me up and I just have to move with it. I run, jump, dance. Love you Seattle! With my meds, I walk through like any other sullen business man, but without my meds there is no second thought to being myself.

Thinking processes are all over the board without those meds. My thoughts have gone from a bit more linnear to a spiral-web-splatter-paint pattern. With this going on in my head, I can very, very often find people laughing with me. Always laughing with me. Meeting new people is fun and it does't take long to get them laughing. For me, it's just my thought process. For them, it's the unexpected that brings on laughter.

I've been getting myself outside quite a bit, just as an output for all that I've got in me. I've ridden my bike in the dark and rain three times this week and love it. I walk everywhere. Bus everywhere. Skip when needed.

That's just about life. God has blessed me with this fall break time and I have enjoyed it to the fullest. Life without meds is always a bit different, but I feel like I am well enough equipped to handle it.

But when next quarter starts, well, it will be hello-medication and good-bye-splatter-paint.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Front Page of MSN - I See Me

I was ever so pleased to wake up and see my smiling face on the front page of MSN this morning.

Friday, December 10, 2010

#6 Geocach-enture

After mob-practice, Ray took me on my first geo-cacheing adventure.

DUDE! Why hadn't I known how awesome this is?!

#5 Trans-Siberian Orchestra Conc-enture

Michael and I saw TSO live in concert.
The Christmas season has officially begun.... now.

#3 Umbrell-enture

Did yet another flash mob.

This one was to the Glee mash-up of Singing in the Rain and Umbrella.


#4 Swiss Mat-enture

I got to see my dear Swiss Mate Julia!

She and I went to the same school in Switzerland, Kantonsschule Obwalden, in 2007-2008.

Last time I saw her was around November 2009.

Anyways, she's been a'stayin' in Vancouver, B.C. for a bit and she had time to come down for a weekend.

I was excited to see her.

#2 Nat-enture

Nate is back.
Just for a bit - but he's back.

He was gone to Hawaii and India and other places for around 6 months.
He's going to do a circle around the globe for a year.

But for around a month, I got to see my old friend.

Adventures with Nate are hills in Everett, old postcards, Brad Stein, and existing.

Have to admit, can't wait till he comes back in a year.

#1 Tent-Venture

I've been MIA from my blog for a bit and many adventures have happened since. Adventures or stories. Anyways, I'm going to post 10 of the most recent ones that happened starting with this one.

I met Papa Duck and Aunt Dolphin on a hike up Little Si back on March 5, 2010 (exactly 9 months ago). On that date, my friends and I had picked them up from what was then Papa Duck's home (it wasn't Aunt Dolphin's then, but now it is). I had seen his garage roof and asked if slept on it. He said he hadn't and I inquired as to if I could sleep on it soon.

Yes, yes, I could, he told me.

Via Facebook, I was alerted of an upcoming party at their house.

"Old Weird America Dance Party & Derek's Birthday!" on December 4, 2010.

I asked Papa Duck if perhaps someone could walk me to the bus stop that evening or something and he reminded me that I could always sleep on the roof.

So I did.

I was in Seattle for the entire weekend with events happening around Capital Hill, Pioneer Square, Westlake Center, Boeing Field, and Eastlake. I had on a giant backpacking backpack with my tent strapped on. Over four people asked me if I was homeless, that weekend.


I even kept it on during the Flash Mobs.

Anyways, I got to the Mole House Saturday evening and set up camp.

One of the greatest things about my tent is that it is one person - so no one else can go inside it.

"Can I come in there and sit with you?" someone asked that night.
"Nope," said I. And it was all for the better. "There's no room."

I adore my tent. I love my tent! I enjoy sleeping in my tent.
I like sleeping in my tent.
It is one of my favourite investments I've made. It's altogether light, a quick set up, and just my size. It only fits one person, and that's all that will ever sleep in it.

Keeps me dry.
Doesn't keep me warm, though -- but Chloe's old snowpants did.

In total, I slept in....

3-4 layers of pants.
3-4 layers of shirts.
(I have Raynauds and if I don't protect my core, my circulation is gone in my toes and fingers and a pain to get back).
Two blankets and a sleeping bag.

The blankets were supplied by Papa Duck. The sleeping bag by another guest, Brandon. Brandon heard I was looking for a sleeping bag and he had left his at the Mole House already and let me take it for the night. I was so grateful! Without it, I think I would have (literally) freezed.

It was a chilly night - but covering up my face kept the heat in.

I woke up just a few times during the night.
Always felt safe.

Got up at 9:01.

10 fingers.
10 toes.

What a night.

Friday, November 12, 2010

iRide my Scooter

Jackson & 5th ft Patrick

Scooters are the friendliest way to get around - genuinely.

They steer.
They break.
They fold up.
They're skinny.

And they make folks smile.

I ride my scooter with pride.
And I guess, so does Patrick.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Soggy Walks and "Bright" Leaves

October 23, 2010
Lake Stevens

Fall simply REEKS of nostalgia. It blows my mind.

Fall will forever be my favourite season. I feel confident in that statement. I feel so confident that I'll say it again.

Fall will forever be my favourite season.

When I walk around my village, I constantly feel a-warm-apple-pie-feeling in me despite the cool air as I shuffle my feet through the leaves and crunch them to bits. SMASH YOU LEAVES!

The other day I took a 35 mile bike ride and felt pleasure and satisfaction as my tires cru-dunch-ckled on the path. Crunch. Crunch. It soon became the sound that put two year old Finn to sleep in the trailer I was pulling.

We've got sun today! Leaves get crispier.
I love French toast.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Medaowbrooke Shroooms

[oct 5 10] - Meadowbrooke

I encountered these mushrooms on my walk through the suburbs of the city the other day. They were adorable. Cute. And gone the next week.

Saturday, September 11, 2010


I love that less-than-a-second long moment when contra dancing when you see who you're going to swing with.

Eye contact.
Wide grin.
A hop and a skip forward.


Nothing beats that connection.

Saturday, September 4, 2010


Did anyone else celebrate 9/02/10 day?
I did.
I made a pom pom.

Love you Beverly Hills -- even though I know nothing about you.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010


I think I need to blog about this and get over it.

Is it immature to dwell on age? I would stop thinking about it, but it's hard to help when people ask your age at least four times a week. I got asked my age five times yesterday. Five! I always considered that a question for younger kids so you could see their cute responses in the form of fingers and softly muttered digits.

In just 20 days I turn, well, 20.

"Hi, I'm Maggie and I'm 20."

It just sounds so wrong! I mean, just look at me:

As told to me yesterday, "You look like you're twelve!"

I don't mind looking young. It's something I enjoy, actually.... but that's not what this post is about.

This post is about what happens after 20, 21, and 22 --- 23!

23, in my mind, is the beginning of the twenty somethings.

I was first introduced to the twenty somethings in 2007 through my favourite music artist, brilliant English jazz musician, Jamie Cullum.

He opens the song with...
After years of expensive education
A car full of books and anticipation
I'm an expert on Shakespeare and that's a hell of a lot
But the world don't need scholars as much as I thought
Maybe I'll go traveling for a year
Finding myself, or start a career
I could work for the poor, though I'm hungry for fame
We all seem so different but we're just the same

I have to admit I'm frightened of offending any of my twenty something readers - but not too much.

Twenty something - you're just in the middle. Trying to flounder and find your way. Finishing education. Maybe trying to find a mate in the later twenty's. Making your way.

Are there still set goals to strive for or are you finally ground into the rut of routine that life will become?

I guess this is all up to me. I guess I am the one who has the power to keep life out of the rut. Sure, I can get a regular job, but it's up to me to keep things fresh and new. Life doesn't have to become a day to day slide - that's why I started blogging. I started blogging because I didn't want each day to pass without notice. After a what-seemed-dull month I could go back and say, "Hey, dude. You did have a pretty dandy January," or whatever month it is.

Perhaps, in just a few years, I will learn to celebrate from 25 to 29.

But for now I'll be twenty.
Twenty years ancient!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

She Hates What I Do - Thanks Pal

"I really hate it when people use their disabilities as an excuse..."

Thank you, friend.
Thank you.

This was directly, yet indirectly addressed towards me and my mind is still processing it. Low blow, low blow.

This is what she told me after I told her how I had been doing at community college. I had told the story of this quarter, how my teachers had been gracious enough to give me extensions. I was talking about how professors can be really kind and helpful sometimes. She then told me she didn't think her professors would be. I asked if she had asked. She then told me that her professors lay down the rules pretty early on. I acknowledged that they do, but sometimes ADHD enters in.

That's where that quote was spoken.

It didn't make me feel good.
That word hate, in there, makes me feel not so good.

If you look at definitions and absolute truth, yes, I am using the ADHD as an excuse to make my life easier. I'm not going to try to side step that. But there is so much more.

Often, I feel like I can't get through college (I am taking two or so quarters off). It is a struggle for me. I have the brains to get this work done, no problem, but it is still a mountain I am working on climbing. Much of the challenge, for me, is creating the will to get through this. I know I can and will, in time, but I know I can't do this on my own.

I have no issues in going to my teachers and creating allies of them to help me get through this.

I'm not going to try and be the "big girl" and get this done on my own. Why? Because it's not worth it, to me. It's not worth the anxiety and countless hours of frustration. I don't want my education to take a toll on my emotions. I see no benefit in that happening. And so, if I need to, I'll ask for help.

I don't think it makes me a weaker person. In the long run, I think it is better. I don't think school is worth getting stressed out about. There is nothing noble about getting overwhelmed with homework. I don't want to spend some of these amazing years of my life feeling horrible.

Overall, I am still grateful that I have a school that is working with me through this. I still feel hopeless at times, but inside I know I can get this done.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Canton Obwalden - Call It Home

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This is where I used to live.
This is where I call home.

Welcome to the Swiss canton of Obwalden!

Isn't it beautiful? I got this picture on a hike up to Giswilerstock - a peak I could see each day from my Giswil home.

The dots in Sachseln and Giswil represent each of my homes I lived in from 2007-2008 (it's the Rotary Youth Exchange way - multiple homes per year). Up in Sarnen, that's my school, Kantonsschule Obwalden.

I miss that place so much. It makes me ache inside. I get this strong longing inside me to run back. This picture doesn't even half capture the beauty and peace of my favourite place on the planet.

Obwalden is the very, very center point of Switzerland.
It's chockful of farmers!
It's only 190 square miles.
(to compare - Seattle is around 142 square miles, and only a city. Obwalden is a canton, which is the Swiss equivalent to a state).
There are cows.

And you'll hear much about it, over time, I think.

I love Obwalden.

Saturday, August 21, 2010


DJ Phantom & Patrick @ post-concert car sittin'.

Last night - saw Casiokids.
It got me super-mega-duper reminiscent.

I was given my first Casio keyboard at a young age.

On car trips to Ocean Shores, it would always come along and music was made in the automobile. I know the sounds so well. I know the rhythms. Beats. Sounds.

And in dancing around last night, I heard those sounds again - being played by someone else on a stage.

Mind blown.
I feel a mini-little urge to write about the actual concert. I want to write about how brilliantly AMAZING it was and how delighted I was to get to dance for over 2.9 hours. Sweaty sweaty people. Flailing limbs. I want to do a blurb on how I wripped a poster off a door and had the entire band, from Bergen, Norway, sign it. I could then go on and on about dancing, water, energy, and two rolled ankles but I think I won't.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Fraggle Rock Theme

The Fraggle Rock Theme cracks me up.
Lots of weird noises because it was all recorded on the laptop with the built in microphone and recorded by layering "narration" on windows movie maker.

Just thrown together for kicks in 20 minutes.

Martin Ukulele
Casio SA-5 [Brass Ens]

If you don't know Fraggle Rock, go eat dirt.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

I Could Live In a Tent

I think it'd be swell to...

Go and buy a piece of land.
Land 29 minutes from somewhere, brinking on the middle of nowhere.

And then I want to get a tent, or an RV. And I went to live there.

I'd love to live in a place, and raise kids, where they are more encouraged to be outside than inside.

Wouldn't it be awesome to live in a tent? Maybe not all of a year, but much of it. It's not that it'd kill me. For years people have, and still are, living without having heating or cooling in their house. Check out this tent that I'm in. There's room for a fire pit and a vent there to let the smoke out. It's large. Comfortable - and it costs less than $1,000. It's kind of mind blowing to me to think that I could buy a tent like this today and take it home.

This is just one of those dreams I have. I'm not really thinking of living in a house. I know someday I will, maybe even sooner than later, but I find a tent to be a more attractive first home than an apartment.

Sunday, August 15, 2010


Oh the beauty of getting free clothes.

Since I can remember (and I know it started before then) I have always been on the receiving end of bags and bags of clothes. I've had other girls giving me their old clothes and I've never thought much of it.

When I was little and would get a big trash bag full of clothes, it was kinda like Christmas. We would sit down in the living room and I would get to sort them all out between "keep" and "pass on."

When I was much younger, the clothes had usually already been worn by 2-4 other girls so they were much dated but I got some pretty good clothes that way.

This weekend I got even more hand-me-downs in charming Utah (between Salt Lake City and Provo). My dear friend Chloe was going through her old closest and getting rid of most of the contents (she lives in Seattle now).

As you can see, I'm coming home with the gold.

And that includes not one, but two pairs of snow pants. I didn't even have some before today but was in need (although not immediate).

Few things beat hand-me-downs. See, there's no guilt at all in taking them because no money is being spent and it's a win win situation. I get to wear clothes I'd never even think of buying. I get to try out new "styles" that I might not have considered my own. It is very amusing.

So. For this reason I will continue to be grateful for being my small, 5' 3", 113 lb self. It does have its benefits, such as free clothes...

Thursday, August 12, 2010


Apparently I get to go to Utah today.
Lucky me!

I got a call two days ago from a friend saying she was driving down. I could come with.

The friend is Chloe.

I know her from exchange year. Beautiful thing is I get to see two other exchangers in Utah in addition to Chloe.

These are folks I haven't seen since 2008.

Grand grand grand!

This is going to be a long drive....

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Grace in the School Yard - And Thanks For the Barf Bag

This quarter was a bit of a battle for me - and still is. The quarter finished yesterday, yet today I still had not only one test to do but two tests and a research paper.

Queen of Procrastination?
I procrastinate beyond the point of procrastination. I procrastinate till I'm late.

This is why I love community college, though. My teachers work with me so I can succeed.

It was the night before my English paper was due (10 page research paper) when I discovered I had a major Science paper also due the next day.

*cue panic attack*

Crap! I haven't felt this overwhelmed in ever so long.

I know it's great to feel all super-hero like, but I just couldn't do this on my own. When I get into a crazy-too-much-to-do mindset, it's like my body is suspended in mid-air by dental floss so I can't move or get anything done. I've learned that sometimes the best thing to do is ask for help.

I know I need to learn to grow up and just get things done, but I'm still growing and learning and sometimes I just fail to make magical papers appear.

I called up my English teacher who graciously gave me an extension.
She is the same English teacher who brought me back a barf bag from her vacation for my collection!
She rocks.

So I still have this paper to write but I'm not too worried. I've gotten a 4.0 on every essay we've turned in (guess I'm not a dreadful writer) and more than 100% on tests. In fact, on the last test I managed to not only get all the questions right but all the bonus questions. Take that ADHD!

School can be a struggle, but I'm grateful that I have so many allies in the school system working with me, not against me. I don't think I'd get that if I went to a large university.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

We Is A Goin'


When I'm pregnant, I'll look like this.

Photo 1) Fingers Under Ribs
Photo 2) Pregnant Me!

I have no intentions of being pregnant any time soon. People ask me when I'll start dating, maybe even get married. The magical number right now is 27. I just can't see myself settling any time soon. Golly, if I found the right guy I'd be cool with some sort of relationship but as of now I don't see anything happening in the near future. I also choose not to even give myself a chance of getting pregnant till I get married, if I do.

Who knows.
That's the future and right now I have a squirrel report to focus on.
Honesty Time
Yes. There is a guy I could see something happening with but I don't think anything will. So I'll just keep waiting.


Switzerland is better than the postcards.
Every stroll you take delivers majestic views.

I wish I could send my family and friends to Switzerland to see my other home.

This shot is from a walk from L'Abri.

Friday, July 30, 2010

The Life of a Medicated Child

Hello cute little medication holder thing.

I used to have a smaller one but it was, well, too small. I spent over 30 minutes, one day, trying to fit all my meds in there.

I'm lucky to have all sorts of pretty pills I get to pop in myself. Luckily, only one is prescription - the rest are just supplements that my psychiatrist says will help me with different things. I just got one to help with my trich! I don't see the psych-man for mental problems in a sense that we talk a lot. I just have to see him each time I need a refill for my ADHD-meds because of some law. I don't mind. He has a rad basket of treats.

I was talking to him and he said I'm doing really well, especially considering what I've got going on with my body. One thing he was "impressed" with was my awareness of self. I know the tendencies of my body with and without my medications. I know that when I take my meds I'm more reserved and without them, well, I just jump out there at the world and think everyone is my friend.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

One on One

I believe.
I think.

I believe that I am more of a one on one hang-out sort of person. Thinking back to my hang-out history, I'm just a wee bit more keen on hanging out with just one person. Or sticking with one person while going through different baskets of activities and venues of entertainment.

What is wonderfully rare and ideal are the friends I can hang out with for beyond a single day and we don't ever get tired of it. I crave the friendships where nothing is something. We can just chill in a park or even take a nap and not have to worry about if the other mate is bored.

Groups. Now not saying I don't enjoy hangin' out with groups of folks because I genuinely enjoy that. I like all the dynamics that each person brings. So many different personalities creates an unduplicateable patchwork of interactions.

Groups are ideal when music is being made.

Nothing beats a jam session, in my book.

But where groups lack is that they can be emotionally exhausting for me.

And then there is solitude.
I don't mind that either.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Joelle in Seattle

I got to see my best friend this weekend.
And the beginning of this week.
And before that, I hadn't seen her since November.

Meet Joelle!

How did I meet her? She found me on Flickr back in July 2009.
What did we have in common? I had already gone to Switzerland with Rotary Youth Exchange and she was about to go. She is from Olympia, WA and I am from Seattle, WA.

We set up a quick bike trip to Gas Works Park and back and I'd like to say that it was quite the instant connection. We've been close friends ever since.

The second time we hung out was in Switzerland. It's crazy to see people in America and Switzerland. We became yet even closer.

Now that she's back in America, I got to see her at the beginning of last week. I'll do a journal-style blog on Olympia soon complete with photos. This weekend I got to hang out with her during mornings and nights as she went to the Capitol Hill Block Party. I couldn't go because I already had tickets to see Jamie Cullum in Seattle and Portland.

Anyways, Joelle is swell.

We are going to shave our heads someday.
We like doing monkey stretches.
She lets me use her deoderant.
We enjoy fluffy water and filling up the water of others at the artesian well.
She makes me happy to the brim.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Radio Active

How could radio ever disappear? It's like your own personal DJ in a box.

Radio via waves/modulation/superpowers is so wonderful. I hate to think that it might fade out.

But something that is becoming ever more popular is internet radio.

Internet radio is kind of like bakeries - it's hit and miss. Sometimes the DJ just gets it and the music is what I need. Other times it's like when you get in a car with a person who... well, I can only put this into my own perspective. For me, it's like getting into a car with a person that just turns on the radio to the station that places the latest hits. I mean, I know they're great but sometimes I can't help but cringe. Wait, but I wasn't talking about radio experiences in cars. This is about internet radio.

Ok, today I'm going to highlight two different internet radios I've come to frequent. I am not going to include Pandora because, to me, it doesn't really count as a radio in the sense that it is lacking in a actual person picking out the music.

So the first one is Hollow Earth Radio.

Hollow Earth! Hollow Earth! Check it out!

They play the music no other radio (that I have yet to encounter) has the guts to play. It will blow your mind. Blow your ears!

They've been broadcasting out of a Seattle home for around three and a half years. Only now are they getting their own building thanks to Kickstarter.

Here's how they talk about themselves:
"Hollow Earth Radio is the Pacific Northwest's freeform online radio station that presents a forum for underrepresented music, sounds and perspectives. We support the local music community in Seattle, King County, Washington state, and the larger Pacific Northwest by focusing on found sound, field recordings, forgotten music, local musicians, bedroom recordings, low-fi demos, dreams, storytelling, and things that feel real. We expose works that have yet to be unearthed or have long been dormant. We acknowledge and celebrate raw talent and imperfections, and encourage bands who've never had their music air on a radio before to take a chance with us."

The other internet radio is one I was just exposed to you as of recently - Viva Radio. Thank you Ian.

As he put it. "[Viva is a] hit and miss... but makes you get your grove on!!"

Viva is based out of Brooklyn, New York. It's got a bit more structuring and organized depth, from what I've heard and learned through my research. While Hollow Earth will let next to anyone who has tastes that line up with their mission and groundings. Viva picks their DJs out a bit more selectively. But with music, taste really varies from person to person. I guess that didn't say much about Viva...

In short.
Or long.
Give both radio stations a listen. They will, beyond a doubt, expose you to a wider range of music than you have ever experienced. If you've found yourself in a music rut, Hollow Earth and Viva are the way to go - way to hear?

Photo by Joelle F. because those are my hands gesturing to the contentsof the lunch box and because she is just a swell girl.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

H to the O

Anyone know why this water is so wonderful?
I'll keep you posted in around 12 hours. Then you'll know the wonders.

Sunday, July 18, 2010


Is there any way to explain the bond between exchange students to someone who has never gone through the journey of being a high schooler and leaving your family, friends, language, food, and nation for an entire year to take on a new life?

Just like at the moment I can't understand what it is like to have your own child, cancer, or to have lost a parent, the rest of the world can't understand in full.

July is when the exchange students go home. This can be one of the most emotional, difficult moments in their lives. For some, the change doesn't come to hard, but for others it is an oppressive depressing switch from their new lives back to the old ones.

When I had first come back to America after living a year in Switzerland, I didn't want to eat and I started having panic attacks. A lot of panic attacks. It affected me all through my senior school year. I would have to go to the school nurse as they would last throughout the day. I skipped all assemblies because those are what got the biggest reaction out of me. My first instincts were to run when I saw my friends for the first time in a year, not hug them. My instincts were to hide and crawl into a box.

As you can tell, I've come a ways since July 2008.

But it is always hard to let exchange students go. I've gotten better at good byes, but it can be rough. Many of these good byes are forever. Not all, but many; perhaps most.

I can only imagine them feeling the way about Seattle as I did about Sachseln and Giswil.

Oh - to be an exchange student.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Anything So Impressive As the Caber Toss?

I genuinely think there is nothing more manly (in terms of display of physical strength) than the caber toss.


Football? Men wearing toooo much padding and tossing around a balloon made of some pig's skin.
Soccer? Have you seen how often they fall down and groan as if they're in pain? Tell me it's not an act. Yes, some injuries are legit, but others, well, I'm not buying it. Plus they can play for an hour and not even have an results.
Basketball? Well, it can be impressive when they jump but I don't see it as being manly.
Baseball? Little stick. Little ball. Run in circles.

Then there is the caber toss. Throwing a some-175 pound tree around. Up in the air, making it flip all the way over. It's crazy! Apparently it's typically around 19 feet and 6 inches - thank you Wikipedia.


These dudes are picking up trees and throwing them. If that doesn't say, "I am a manly man!" then what does?

And yes. I think kilts are perfectly acceptable attire for men.

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