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Name: robbe
State: Pennsylvania
Birthday: 5/23/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: reporting on hershey news, reading, writing, listening to music, developing and enveloping the extraordinary parts of life
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Member Since:
2/23/2004
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| okay, why is the library a magnet for weird people? not all the time, but sometimes. i just moved to another computer (because the headphone jack wasn't working), but before i moved, an older, largeish type guy (or what dane cook would call "not fat, but just shapes") rolls in to the computer next to me with mussed up hair (of course), a down ski-vest (also 'of course'), and a duffle-bag with numerous items in it. that just seems right but doesn't deserve an 'of course.' oh yes, and a three-ring binder notebook with misplaced pages containing various notes on god-knows-what. it's like he's a street physicist, solving quantum mechanics for homeless people under a highway bridge. so he opens his notebook and takes out his pencil and starts doing his research. i've always wondered what these fringe-of-society people research with such intent, so now was my chance to find out. i leaned back to stretch, glanced out of the corner of my eye and found what was so intriguing to this man as he furiously recorded information onto a loose piece of papyrus. it was a christian music billboard chart. "oh, of course," i thought. "that makes perfect sense." wait, no, no- not at all. aaaaa... WHY ARE CHRISTIANS THE WEIRDEST PEOPLE ON THIS PLANET?? okay, maybe he's not a christian, and just likes looking at christian recording charts for some other reason. but honestly, i cannot think of any conceivable reason why anyone would need to take notes on such a thing, unless you worked in the recording industry, and- trust me- this guy did not. then, after phase one of his research was done, he proceeded to google a string of words that i can only imagine turned up 2 results out of 15 billion webpages, which somehow led to an article on the new 'producers' movie coming out. halfway through reading that, he let out a villainous laugh and said 'gain one-tenth back...ha'...at which point i figured things could only get worse. and so i moved. anyways, be on a look out for these people and try to find out what's going through their heads. because i find it very interesting and intriguing.
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| - snow day
okay, so i know it's been two months since my last post. oh well.
the update:
last week i saw lovedrug for free at messiah college (where apparently everyone sits at tables for shows). they played an hour long set, previewed three new songs (which were obviously great), and looked and sounded supercool as usual. it was a good time. i'm sorry john and misie only caught the last two songs.
lately i've been extremely committed and time-dedicated to my band, farewell flight (check it out @ myspace.com/farewellflight or farewellflight.com). quick synopsis: a little like coldplay, a little like jimmy eat world, a little like death cab, with lots of samples/drum machines/cool noises (although the songs on our site don't embody all those ingredients).
in any case, we toured for two weeks in october, hitting up ohio, new york, illinoise, and kentucky. it was awesome, fun, uplifting, depressing, humbling, and altogether amazing. and yeah, at the end i came home and found out i lost my job even though i was supposed to have it until january, which was a complete mess, but i'm actually making more money where i'm at now and i have the ability to work the days i want and take off for touring every couple months. so that's sweet.
as a band, we've been writing some new songs and are recording another 5-song EP in one month (crazy) in order to get it done and packaged by our next tour on January 20, when we'll be heading out for 3 weeks to a month. we'll be heading down south this time and so far we have our first week booked in nashville, georgia, north carolina and south carolina. obviously, i can't wait, and look forward to spending long days in a fifteen-passenger van and seeing places i've never seen.
so this is what i'll most likely be doing for the next couple years and probably longer. and it feels more right than anything else i've ever done.
so honestly, that's pretty much what i've been doing. i'll try to be more faithful to here. and if not, i hope everyone enjoys their christmases and other holidays that are politically correct to say.
go decorate those damn holiday trees for all you're worth.
oh yeah- thanks to sam beam, i'm now a hopeless tree swinger. i mean, trapeze swinger. my bad.
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| Name 10 things that make your heart smile, and then tag 5 friends to do the same.
1. freakin' "extreme home makeover"...can anyone not love this show and also not want to cry a river?
2. going to sleep and not having to set an alarm
3. sitting by a campfire for hours
4. the yankees losing
5. making up totally retarded games and then playing them with 1.5-year-olds who think it's the best thing ever.
6. smoking cloves while taking the long way home
7. sledding down huge hills
8. hearing an amazing song and not being able to describe what i feel
9. landing a huge bass (the fish, not the instrument)
10. seeing old people who are still in love. okay, that's sappy, but it is true.
I tag: anna, andy, and laura campbell (and the ghosts of christmas past and future)
Rules of the Game: Post 5 Weird and Random facts about yourself, then at the end, list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this.
1. i always get into the shower from the back...even if there are 15 shampoo bottles impeding my progress.
2. i once tried to break the world record for snapple bottles. but really, i only got up to about 200.
3. i still wear shoes i've had since 9th grade. and a pair of shorts from 8th grade. i'm 23.
4. i've never had a close person to me die. also, i have a fear of dying in a car crash without listening to a good cd.
5. i'm a damn good city driver. and it gives me a rush.
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| - fly
for kirsten, for remembering.
the carpet pulled from beneath me
or, i want a savior who hangs in the corners of barrooms
and puts up two quarters for the next game of pool
who stirs a perfectly mixed Jack and Coke
while lighting a stranger’s cigarette
a Norwegian Jesus who talks
in surfer slang as opposed to the tongues of angels
and sure plays a mean pinball.
or, i want a messiah who can magically
dissipate malignant tumors with a flash of
blinding light and a mushroom cloud of smoke
then bow to the crowd, and just for coming,
everyone finds crisp c-notes
crammed into their leather wallets
and louis vuitton purses,
pouring jackpots out of jacket pockets
and abracadabra—everyone is wading in wealth.
or, your silence calms me.
and beside you,
i just want to hold your calloused hand
while you write sentences in the sand
and without guilt i can apologize
for all the yawning faults and gaping cracks,
for holding your grace like a sieve
and becoming the lesser of myself
and when you say goodnight and fade past
the shining lights of the Galilee
i will be undone in your all-consuming fire
and realize that all the vanities
i bleed for and lust after and crave
are complete shit
compared to your glory.
one day in church, my pastor talked about the verse where paul generally says, 'everything is rubbish compared to the glory of God.' and in greek, the word 'rubbish' that was used in that verse is actually the worst word used to describe the most disgusting thing imaginable. today, one could say 'shit.' because really, everything else is exactly that when you feel the nearness of God even for a fleeting moment. if only my life wasn't such a patchwork of those moments.
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| - these days
alright, so i'm probably just going to post equally on xanga and myspace. i like the look of myspace better, but i don't like the blog format better. so who knows. just don't crucify me for whatever decision i make. because i don't want to die for the cause of a blog. i think that would be a terrible way to sacrifice a life, yeah?
for me, known musical reasons i believe that God exists:
1) imogen heap's "hide and seek"
2) sigur ros live
reasons i almost doubt the existence of God:
1) the fact that people actually like nickelback. like, millions of people.
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