Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Eid ul-Fitr

Today is Eid ul-Fitr, a major Islamic holiday celebrating the end of Ramadan. I have numerous friends at Augsburg of Islamic faith, sooo I attended the party in Sana's room tonight to celebrate.

There was a lot of food from Pakistan... and I liked most of it.. (I love to try new things) But I noticed a reoccurring trend: almost everything I ate had the exact opposite taste of what I was expecting.

In fact, the first thing I did was pour myself a large glass of Fruit Punch kool-aid and chugged it down.. But.. it wasn't Kool-Aid.. It was rose water (I think).. which is definitely a sweet drink, but it wasn't exactly as sweet as kool-aid.

There was also a dish that looked oddly like refried beans... but had a very spicy beef flavor to it..

And something that looked like apple sauce but tasted more like... well, it kinda tasted like apple sauce i guess.

And there was some type of sweet pudding that I took a big gulp of... little did i know, it wasn't sweet. It was spicy.

BUT, I had a great time... And Bi, my friend from Vietnam, gave me a henna tattoo of a pig.

An overall good night.

And now I'm going to watch Bed and Board, an old french film from Francois Truffaut, my favorite director :)

Monday, September 14, 2009

Oh joy, oh joy

So. I am all moved in. I am back at Augsburg.

And I am busy as usual... so I will keep things short.

I have already finished off my Grandma Kern's cookies and my Grandma Spanier's Chili.

I attended the 9pm mass last Wednesday night and it was great.

My classes are awesome (more on this later).


I am running out of food... Went grocery shopping today and bought: milk, roasted red pepper hummus, two packages of pita bread, a long loaf of french bread... and that's it.

My new love is soccer. I have never played a competitive game of soccer until about 2 weeks ago with my fellow CA (community advisors... during our training week), and I love it.

My new love (soccer) has caused me much pain... I'm starting to get an ingrown toenail and it hurts and I don't know what to do.


Frederick Douglass has easily become one of my heroes. He has one of the most impressive lives I have ever read about.





I have already worn my Brett Favre Vikings jersey twice.

My room is not fully decorated yet, but the Bavarian flag is hanging above my futon.



And I found this thing called the Rasterbator... It basically turns images into tiny dots so you can print them out into poster size images... and that was a terrible explanation, so go look at it for yourself: http://homokaasu.org/rasterbator/

This is the first image that I made from Rasterbator and it hangs in my bedroom (Jean-Luc Goddard, french filmmaker):



My new favorite sound is laughter.

All is well. I am healthy and dreaming.

God bless.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Lake Wobegon Woes




Garrison Keillor once said, “Even in a time of elephantine vanity and greed, one never has to look far to see the campfires of gentle people.” On July 4th, 2009, people from all over the country attempted to escape vanity, greed, and the current economic crisis by traveling to Avon, MN, for Keillor’s 35th anniversary broadcast of the Prairie Home Companion, and perhaps to experience the friendly an small town life that Keillor’s broadcast often depicts. On that day, in an effort to embody the “campfires of gentle people,” I, Adam Spanier, along with my friend Cole Schiffler, decided to welcome these people with a cold glass of lemonade and a friendly hello. Unfortunately, as I learned on that beautiful day, a few of Avon’s organizers do not embrace the generosity we intended to share with our visitors, and within a couple hours, Cole and I were banned from handing out free lemonade on the public property where Keillor’s show was broadcasted.

First of all, in order to explain my motives more clearly, I will let you know a little about myself. I am a former Albany High School grad, National Honor Society President, President of Minnesota’s State student council organization, two-time Central Division Student Council executive board member, and a founder of the St. Benedicts Youth Group. I donate my time as an Avon Little League Umpire on Tuesday nights, and just last year Albany Superintendent Dr. Thielman recognized me as a “Hometown Hero”. I see myself as an ambassador to the area and decided to give back to my community by handing out free lemonade during the Garrison Keillor broadcast. After all, what would make a better impression on the thousands of visitors than a free, cold glass of lemonade and a cheerful, “How are you doing today?” Unfortunately, a few people were dissatisfied with our acts of kindness, eventually using intimidation and threats to remove us from the premise, thus preventing Cole and I from giving you, our neighbor and friend, a cold glass of lemonade.

I will now raise an important question: what is wrong with handing out free lemonade to children and the elderly in an effort to make people happy? Apparently, a few people had a problem with this. After helping an older man carry some boxes from his car, helping him set up his “Dahlin’s Supermarket” stand, and then helping the Avon Women of Today set up their popcorn machine, Cole and I proceeded to hand out our fresh lemonade. We were having a great time keeping people happy and even posing for a few pictures with Garrison Keillor’s self-proclaimed “biggest fan” (an elderly woman from Avon, Connecticut), and posing for pictures with members of the Prairie Home Companion. However, it didn’t take long for a woman named Shelly Pierson to approach Cole and I, telling us that we must leave the premise and hand out our lemonade somewhere else. We thought she was joking and offered her a glass of lemonade, but to our surprise, she was working under the command of Cindy McGaughey, one of the women in charge of booking vendors for the event.

In an effort to scare us off of the property, Cindy and Shelly used multiple arguments—all of which contained logical fallacies—to support their case. In return, I provided reasonable rebutles to their concerns, of which I will now reiterate. First of all, they told us that we were physically blocking other vendors, to which we courteously responded by moving to a spot next to the bathrooms. They then said it was unfair to other vendors that we were on the grass, despite the fact that a couple other vendors were also on the grass. Both of the aforementioned arguments were also illogical due to one main reason: Cole and I are not considered “Vendors.” We are just a couple of teenagers handing out lemonade, we’re not selling a product or a service, therefore, we are not vendors and do not need a permit to hand out free lemonade. They then told us that we do not have permission to be on Lake Wobegon Trail, which is another false argument, considering that we had received permission from the Avon Police Officers to be on location, and the police officers assured us that we were doing nothing wrong. Cole and I were initially asking for donations to compensate for the costs of lemonade, cups, and the wood used to build the stand, but after Cindy and Shelly expressed dissatisfaction with our free lemonade, we told them that we would give all donations to the Avon Women of Today; unfortunately, they were already determined to kick us out.

Knowing our rights, we refused to leave the premise and continued to hand out free lemonade. We attempted to state our rights to Cindy McGaughey and Shelly Pierson, but they were intent on removing us from the location, instead calling upon Ray Schmitt, head of Avon City Maintenance as backup. After they stated that it was unfair to the vendors that we were handing out free lemonade, we acknowledged that our generosity encouraged competition among the vendors and we were doing nothing wrong (We later noted the irony that capitalism and Adam Smith’s finest economic principals were being condemned on the Fourth of July… But don’t worry; we doubt that these anti-capitalistic ideals are present in all City of Avon employees). In a last-ditch effort, we asked Ray exactly what we were doing wrong, to which he responded, “Nothing.” Then, with a pointed finger and an intimidating tone, Ray told us something along the lines of, “You have 15 minutes to get your lemonade out of here or I will come back and get it out for you.” Alas, we packed up our lemonade in dissatisfaction and left the premise.

As a born and raised member of the Avon Community who now attends college in Minneapolis, I relish the moments when I come back to this small-town atmosphere and the abundance of kindness present in the air. Unfortunately, as demonstrated on July 4, a few people no longer appreciate these very things that make Avon so great. Plain and simple, we got kicked out of the Lake Wobegon Trail Park for handing out free lemonade. On a day intended to celebrate our freedom, our community, and our small-town kindness, a few people diminished it to a day of powertrips and profits. As a result of our generosity and kindness, a few people unjustly, and unlawfully kicked us out of a public park for handing out free lemonade. They used intimidation, threats, and their so called “authority” to prevent us from handing out free lemonade. They did not have the right to threaten and kick a couple teenagers off of public property for doing absolutely nothing wrong, and frankly, I am ashamed and disgusted by their power-hungry actions.

In conclusion, this is a message to my community in hard times and economic troubles: please do not lose the very things that make this community so great, as a few others have done over the weekend; please, learn from their mistakes. Continue to be kind, generous, and “above average”. Do not sacrifice those characteristics for greed, selfishness, and power. If life gives you lemons, make lemonade… and then give some to your neighbor.

-Adam Spanier

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Schools out, for the summer.

Yesterday was my last day of school...

And it was a very hectic, out-of-control day.

My last final was on Tuesday... So Wednesday, my last day at Augsburg, I had a lot to do before I left.

And if you don't mind, I will now vent about all the things I had to do.

I had an Ignite meeting with an Augsburg Alum at 11, and it went great. She was a studio arts major from Augsburg, so we had a lot in common; it all makes me a little less nervous about the real world when I hear success stories from other Art people... I don't mind being a starving artist, I just don't want to be starving. I'm sure you know how that works.

So after the meeting (one of the few good things about my day), I proceeded to my room around 12:30/1. The plan: write my final two papers from 1pm to 3 pm and then be absolutely done with all homework.

Unfortunately, I got a call at 1:15 because my Lib Letters professor (Bob) needed me to work at the Honors Desk because a lot of people had tests to take before they went home. So much for getting my papers done... I worked at the honors desk from 1:30 to 4:30. I then had a couple minutes to go to my Ignite Job and my blogging job to fill out my time sheets, and then proceed to the science building to get some DVDs to my professor.

Oh and did I mention that I didn't finish packing yet? At 5, I had roughly an hour to pick (which I had PLANNED on doing after i finished my papers at 4) and then my dad showed up and we had to load everything into the truck.

Oh, and then I couldn't find my RA to check out of the building... We didn't get to leave until 7:45.

I got home at 9pm and then ate for the first time that day... It was rough. Oh, and I didn't get to say goodbye to most of my friends, or my girlfriend.

What a fitting way to end the year: being consumed by responsibilities and not being able to do anything else... for some reason that sounds familiar...

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

AAHHHHH!

TWO MORE DAYS OF CLASSES!!!

AAHHHHH!

I can't take it any more. Stress to the max.

I guess the best way to describe it: You know those cheesy action movies where a bomb is about to go off and the main guy (or girl, to be politically correct) has to cut the red or the blue wire otherwise the bomb will go off and everyone will die?!?!?!?!!!!!!

Yup, that's what i feel like.

And I'm choosin the fricken blue wire. Wish me luck.

Bon Iver was excellently amazingly beyond words.

Also, second Student Government meeting of the new administration tonight... Also the last one of the school year. All is well. We be regulating.

Peace on earth.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Road Trip

So I'm going to Wisconsin today with my three favorite people.

Yup, all the way to Eau Claire.

We're going to see Bon Iver perform his old high school. 10 dollar tickets. Beat that.

We made a cd for the road trip there... Complete with:

Mmm'bop by Hanson
Dirty Pop by Nsync
Some Tom Petty
MGMT
Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind
The Beatles
Bob Marley
Earth, Wind, and Fire
The Police
The Shins
The Killers

Etc...

And so I will leave you with a little bit of Bon Iver magic...




Skinny Love, by Bon Iver

Great Song

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

What is going on?

Everything is happening at once.

And everything is moving in super-sonic speeds.

And I can't handle it.

So I'm going to slow things down and go to sleep at 9:30 tonight. That's right. 9:30.

And then I'm going to wake up tomorrow at 9 am and do work until my 11:50 class.

I'm going into super-recharge mode tonight.

And, oh, have I got news for you. :)