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How are you today? Weather treating you well? How's work/school/chillaxin?  When is the last time you drank a fruit smoothie?  We all have questions, and most of the time we have answers to the questions.  Right now, I have a pretty intense question: how do I fit all that needs to be done, including getting a good nights rest, into the 24 hours we are given in a day?  If I knew the answer to that question, I'd be pumped, rested, and ready to rock at every waking hour.


I have a few different things to talk about. 1st?  Justin Bieber.  You may say "What? Really? You're kidding, right?"  This is not a joke.  Over the last few weeks, I've come to appreciate Justin Bieber.  Why?  I've come to realize this dude is pretty genuinely talented, he's not your typical Disney Channel star turned rockstar overnight who just, honestly, isn't that good.  Nope, big man JB found his start upon youtube.com, impressing the masses, including Scooter Braun who introduced him to Usher who was so impressed....well it's all just history.  I'm not a particular fan of JB's music, I have not contracted the Bieber Fever, but I am going to admit he's talented, because he is.  Additionally, I have been impressed by JB's attitude and drive after becoming a world renown star overnight.  From what I've seen in interviews and such, he's just a kid having a good time, enjoys a sports-related ringtone, and actually has remarkable humility for his position in the entertainment industry.  I haven't done a whole lot of reading/watching, so I may just be speculating, but hey, JB keep it up, Buddy.  





Next, this week marks the first round of directing project.  For mine, oh mine, I'll let you just watch it, there really aren't words to describe it.  I have been calling the "craziest-video-I've-ever-made."  I don't know if that's true, but definitely makes it into the finals.


Generic from Morgan Lott on Vimeo.



Nutty.


Third, the POG revolution has arrived at Biola University.  Last week, if you recall (if you don't: http://emliv.blogspot.com/2011/02/reevaulate.html), I talked POG (Passion Orange Guava juice) up, explaining that Mr. Michael Warnecke and I took matters into our own hands and began requesting the Biola cafeteria supply it's customers with the delicable island drink that is POG: "On the note of POG, we (now a group of probably 10 people) have been asking the Biola cafeteria to supply the populous with the incredible POG juice.  We requested enough times that they claim they are finding out from their suppliers if POG is an option.  It's happening, the POG revolution is here."

So here's what happened, we requested, we requested, they responded saying they were looking at vendors, few days pass, a note appears on one of our "current status of POG search?" request cards: "We will be serving POG starting Tuesday morning!"  We could not be more happy, because we normally do not do breakfast, we got up extra early to get some delicious POG.  We hit up the caf, had trouble finding the POG, had trouble making the juice dispecer actually dispence POG, but when it was all said and done, we had cups full of POG and, my favorite, POG Berry (POG and cranberry fusion).  Let's just say it was heavenly.  I simply cannot believe we sought out to get something, we told people about it, we requested, requested, requested, and we received.  Well done, Biola Cafeteria, you guys flew to the top tier of my BEST-EVER list.  Can't wait for my next glass.



NOW, I've got some video for you, an interesting lineup to say the least:


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This is "Children Go Where I Send Thee" by Tennessee Ernie Ford, and little dude on Tennessee Ernie Ford's right, our left, is PUMPED. This dude feels like beat deep deep in his soul. Good for him, let's take notes. I'M FEELING IT.





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Introducing the most incredible lightshow I've ever seen. I have not a clue about how they pulled this off, all I know is it is incredible, and I sit in awe from behind my computer screen. BEASTLY.


Licht Festival Gent 2011 from Mr.Beam on Vimeo.



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Here's how a man eats a banana, go big or go home.





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There's just something about this next video. I think it may be the music. I think it may be the gang of cats. I think it may be that even cats get confuzzled. I think it may be that the gentleman and the cat communicate so effectively. I think it may be this video:












And there you have it, a little tidbit of the week.  Boom boom bam.  I feel like I'm forgetting something.  Maybe I am.  Forgetfulness, now there's a topic.  I forgot was I was going to say about forgetfulness though; oh yes, I was going to say forgetfulness is a great topic.



Have a pleasant morning/afternoon/evening.  Please.

Reevaulate

Yikes. I'm going to apologize in advance, because this post is going to be lacking. I'm really sorry, I don't really know what to make of it. I feel all I do on this blog is apologize. But I guess it makes sense because I'm not supplying the content you, the reader, deserve.

It's cold and rainy here. Doesn't make sense, especially because this last Saturday was arguably the best day of the year: I had 2-3 hours where I could just chill (which was enough to claim "best" by itself), the sun was shining bright and beautiful, and, because we live on the best floor on campus, we basked in the sun right outside our door. Pumping though the walls and into the sun was some beautiful reggae jams, most notably "Set Sail" by The Movement (Listen while you read):


You simply cannot help but enjoy life whilst listening to that jam.  Here's kind of an aside.  At Hume Lake, where I worked this past summer, POG (Passion Orange Guava) juice was readily available for consumption.  I grew accustomed to POG and most of my meals were accompanied by a phat cup of POG, sometimes with a splash of Cranberry.  All this to say, after I left Hume, my POG life departed from me, I have been craving POG every since.  My next door neighbor, Mr. Michael Warnecke, a chill bruddah from Hawai'i, lives of POG as well as the Hawai'i folk have gallon access 24 hours a day.  All that to say, he's been craving it as well.  SO, return to the beautiful, sunny, movement, day.  We are enjoying the sun, Mr. Michael Warnecke exclaims that he has a powder mix that will make a Lilikoi Passion drink, a drink that may, under the right conditions taste like POG.  I concocted the mix and poured a couple glasses, didn't taste like POG, but was a delightful island drink nonetheless.  So here's the scene: sun, reggae, fruity drink, candy, and a few hours.  Man alivin' it was a good day.

On the note of POG, we (now a group of probably 10 people) have been asking the Biola cafeteria to supply the populus with the incredible POG juice.  We requested enough times that they claim they are finding out from their suppliers if POG is an option.  It's happening, the POG revolution is here.




That turned into a considerable little post!  I never know where these things are going to end up.  I've got an even further twist for you:

I'm bring back something from way back when, just for reading's sake.  I found this winner buried within the depths of my computer.  It dates back to 2003 when I was into, well, very peculiar random things.  Check this out:





I'm sorry, I posted this whacko poem in here, but then I read it which I haven't done probably since 2003 when I found it, and I realized the imagery was well, not appropriate for this blog.  Let's just say the dude was trippin'.   I thought it was hilarious and random back then, which it is indeed, but I now know what was going on...


Yikes.




I watched this video this morning, I enjoyed it. Could be fake, I hope it's real, it could be real. Either way, this guy is on the cusp of something great.






Here's another video that blows the mind.  I have a majority of respect for this gentleman.

"the day before I shot this video, i was SUP surfing with a couple friends and 2 sharks circled us for about 15 minutes. the next day, i decided to go back out at around the same time and take my GO PRO HD HERO camera (gopro.com) mounted on a 10 ft pole and do some exploring.  Sure enough within 5 minutes a 9 ft shark came out of no where and circled twice and slapped his tail on my board before disappearing. then a minute later a 7 ft young juvenile Great White swam circles around me for 12 minutes. It was an unreal experience that I will cherish forever." - Chuck Patterson



Me my Shark and I from Chuck Patterson on Vimeo.









That's the post for today.  Hope it was enjoyable.  Let the good times fly.







Have a good one.  Drink your favorite fruit juice.

September Tour

It's 12:15, I just ate lunch, and I am now writing a blog post.  I had pasta, manicotti, Hawaiian pizza, a breadstick, honeydew, and a glass, actually more like a plastic cup, of chocolate milk.  This is just hit me now, I miss POG a whole lot.  POG is Passionfruit Orange Guava juice for those of you who didn't know.  I had POG, most often mixed with cranberry juice, at least once a day every day at Hume Lake while I was working there.  It was a highlight of my day...everyday.  When the POG machine was "out on lunch break," it made my shoulders sulk.  I loved me a good cup of POG berry.

 Anyhow, it's Wednesday, the middle of the week of the second week, the first full week, of school.  This week is going well, classes are shaping up, comfortability is arriving, and it still feels like I've been here a long long time.  Interesting.

In other news, this semester is going to be rather media intensive because I'm in a few media intensive classes; so what this means is this: I will more than likely be posting some of my work on this here blog for you, the reader, to see, to watch, to hear, to experience, to enjoy, to hate, to promote conversation, to bore, to promote confrontation.  I'll be posting, you'll be doing what you do, and, more than likely, I will never know how you feel about it.  I guess that is somewhat artistic.

I'm in kind of a strange mood right now, don't know why, maybe it's just right here, in this moment.  I'm just typing this blog post, when I get up to go to class, Nature of Mathematics, this so-called "strange mood" will more than likely disappear completely.  So you, the reader, perhaps get to experience this so-called "strange mood" during its only appearance.  Congratulations.

I don't have much to write about and I'm crunched for time which doesn't normally help things.  Here's what I'm going to do: I'm going to give the grand tour of my room.  I hope that's okay.  I hope you don't feel cramped and/or uncomfortable.  I apologize for the mess in advance.  Here we go:

Welcome to Stewart 162, the room intermittently belonging to Mr. Joel Limbauan and Mr. Morgan Lott.  This is the view from the front door.  If you look to the left and right sides of the photograph you will see the door frame.  The room is small, but we try and make good use of valuable space.  As you can see, Mr. Joel Limbauan is hard at work as a good student should be.

If you look to your left, you stumble upon my desk.  Let's take a closer look:

This is my workstation, where I spend my time on the technology of this day in age.  Please excuse the organized mess.  There really is not much to see here, more like a quick stop on the tour. 

If you look at the front of the workstation, you will notice a particularly confident and hungry animal.  I saved this animal from the depths of the dumpster while still in high school and decided to adopt him into my family.  He has made an impression upon my room for a number of years now.  I hope he makes a positive impact upon you as well.


If you look up on the wall, you will see a collection of different items:

Although the photograph ranges your viewing experience practically useless, the wall is adorned by interesting pieces of art and other items of interest.  If you look to the left portion of the wall, you will see a collection comic strips that have brought upon hearty laughter a number of times in my life.  If continue to your right, you will stumble upon manila envelopes that give a nice contrast to the blank wall.

Among the rest, the phrase "S'us b'ilt" likely stands out to you: 

"S'us b'ilt" is a competitive team that competitively participates in competitive competition.  It remains a mystery.   Below the competitiveness ranges a number of bananas that have been struck by the curse of time to wither.

If you bring your eyes even lower, you will notice a particular picture frame:

This is my inspiration, my goal.  If you cannot make out the faint words, it reads "VIDEO PRODUCTION PROFESSIONAL :: RUDY CAMPOS."   My goal is to become the video production professional, my goal is to become the Rudy Campos of today.

I hope you enjoyed today's tour of Stewart 162.  Before you exit, please make sure you have picked up all of your belongings, and exit to the left.  Thank you and enjoy your day.






The tour guide pretty much summed it up.  I don't have much more else to say.  It's been beautiful, weather wise, these last couple of days.  The weather is unbelievable.  I can't begin thinking about or else I will just go off and talk and talk and go off.  So, that said, go outside today.  Enjoy the weather.  Even better, go outside with someone else and enjoy the weather with them.

Buen.







Oh yeah, and today is September 1st.  What?