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[Sep. 29th, 2005|10:57 pm] |
lima!
i am moving to inner-city lima on monday! i will have my own house there be located in the city as opposed to the woods. there will be shows, and resturants, and people! all i can say is praise the Lord.
i took my gre and did reasonably well. i got to see big jay the williams up at case western while i was up near cleavland. it made for a delightful evening over all. i am taking my lsat (law school admission test) on sat. at oberlin. i can only hope the same sort of fun will ensue.
you owe it to yourself to do two things. one, go to chicago october 5th. do it. i'll be there partying hard with moose, laura, my sister, sarah, and monica. it'll be like "cabin fever" only without the flesh eating virus or woods.
two, go look at letters to wendy's. this is a book of poems written on wendy's comment cards. not only is a good poetry, it is hilarious. you can look at the first few pages on amazon.com. here is a link to some more: http://www.nerve.com/Poetry/Wenderoth/LettersToWendy/index.asp?page=1.
"Come on, just poke me like you used to. Just a slow poke. Look into my eyes — are these the eyes of a wooden board?"
Joe Wenderoth |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 24th, 2005|07:44 pm] |
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| back from the void |
[Sep. 4th, 2005|04:45 pm] |
so, i am finally back from the void. the last three weeks in brevity: i went back home to iowa for a week, i had a birthday, saw a bunch of cool kids(including mary nesbit, who i assumed had been eaten by a pack of hungry wolves based on the fact that i hadn't seen her in some time), and went to ohio to meet rachel. rachel, who was sick, and i spent a bunch of time camping and sleeping on aarons hard wood floors. i petted the cutest one-fourth of a dog on earth, i went to a german-american festival. rachel left. i spent a week reading, writing, going to the art museum, and playing munckin with aaron, thom, and company. now, i am at kenyon with rachel and my position with bvs really begins on monday. ok, that out of the way.
man, i must admit that i miss school. that is not to say a miss beloit so much, though i do miss the byron, ester, that indian girl....what's her name?... (j/k) and chad. happy freaking birthday chad! but definitly i feel like i want to get back to academia next year. reading and writing without other people to work with can make you a little out of touch and insane. i miss having books and having scheduled things that involve me learning. but, i can see myself doing some serious good in my position and there is definetly a need: i was given a list today of about 25 churches who want to me to come help out with youth or other things. my official food budget for the year is ten dollars a week for food, which seems not so good, but there is a kitchen at this camp i can raid. in addition, i get to live in this cabin which is called white oak. i imagine a white log cabin in which case i think i shall take to wearing white cowboy boots and a large, white, foam cowboy hat.
holy crap, i miss buddy, the way he would eat virtually anything, the way he would lick my bed at night and rest all day for another wild night of licking. best wishes to everyone back in the great state of iowa, i would gladly bear your young, whoever you are. |
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| party....dawg |
[Aug. 8th, 2005|05:48 pm] |
party...
so, my birthday is coming up on the 14th, this sunday. rather than a party out at my house, which requires a tremedous amount of gas money and hassle, i am hoping to get together with everyone i haven't seen in 3 months for dinner. i am thinking india star at 8:00 p.m on sunday. you (yes, you), should come and see the kyle, perhaps make some babies. i would really like to see everyone, even if you aren't hungry or don't have cash. |
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| lovecalculator |
[Aug. 4th, 2005|08:20 am] |
lovecalculator.com.
so, i decided to run some numbers on the love calculator. i ran myself with karl marx, v.i. lenin, Jesus Christ, and my former significant others. however, the big winner was this--
kyle mccord, buddy the dog 98 %
"Dr. Love thinks that a relationship between kyle mccord and buddy the dog has a very good chance of being successful, but this doesn't mean that you don't have to work on the relationship. Remember that every relationship needs spending time together, talking with each other etc."
i miss you, buddy. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 11th, 2005|06:26 pm] |
ah yes, the bonnet. so, i decided last sunday it would be a good idea to go to the lewiston church of the brethren. i got there late because it was hard to find and entered through the only door there was, the one that lead right into the chapel (that way everyone could hear and see me which is just what i want, right). every woman is wearing old fashioned clothes and a bonnet, all the men, suits. i am wearing jeans, a chain, a t-shirt, and (as if it wasn't bad enough, sandals [hey, Jesus wore sandals, right?]. extremely embarassing, but people afterwards were really nice and this guy steve invited me to have dinner at his house.
to explain the course of the last week would be extremely difficult. sarah and i decided to break up. she did a really wonderful job of supporting me through the end of this. this basically means that now i just have more than one best friend (sorry michael). in the time since then, some really wonderful things have happened for me. it would be difficult to explain the whole situation here, but i will just thank people for their prayers and supprt. tonight rachel and i are watching happiness and wet, hot american summer. ah, phillip seymore hoffman, i wish you were a woman so i could bear your young. |
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| Where have you been? |
[Jun. 9th, 2005|08:37 pm] |
It is generally my policy not to put too much text down at one time, but quite frankly, I have fallen into a void in cyberspace for like 2 weeks. After spending a week chilling out with Aaron, I have finally arrived in Maine. To describe the entirety of the roadtrip would be ridonkulous. Therefore I am going to provide abreviated highlights of the trip.
1. I pretty much doubled my CD collection.
2. While in Chicago, I hung out with the Sarah the Bear. We did many bear things including going out to the lake, shopping on Michigan Ave., and doing a handstand in front of the public library. We also ate in Chinatown, the most delicous side of Chicago.
3. In Ohio, I set alot of things on fire.
4. I swam in a pond with a dog. (This is not bizarre inuendo, this really happened)
5. I played original sega games with the Ohio crew including Zombies Ate my Neighbors and Battletoads.
6. I was so inspired by the new 12 canons cd that I went and ate a newborn child.
7. I drove 14 hours to Maine and got one ticket for going 75 in a 65 zone. (how did that happen?)
My internship looks to be incredibly simple and pleasant. Today we sent out new issues of the journal while John's wife provided us with shortbread and strawberries. Then they showed us their new collection of Chinese art which was so beautiful. All of the people I have met so far have been really nice and interesting people. I only have to work 2 days a week and the rest is up to me. I am not entirely crazy about that seeing as I know pretty close to no one and almost everyone has already settled into pretty routine patterns. However, I have faith that things will get better. I feel like God didn't just drop me here to spend tons of alone time writing poetry. Sometimes all our worries are only exasterbated by our own fears. A self-fullfilling prophecy. Pray for me. If you do not wish to pray for me, give me a call after 8:00 your time. If you do not wish to call me, find out what my address is and send me delicious cookies. Best wishes to the world.
Oh yeah, and get the new 12 canons CD. It is freaking incredible. Do it. Do it. |
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| leaving |
[May. 30th, 2005|08:46 pm] |
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I am packing all my stuff for tomorrow morning. Even though I am still about a week away from being in a totally alien and frightening place (I am stopping in Chicago and Toldeo), I feel so close to meltdown. My new cellphone number is 515-883-0021, but you can still get ahold of me on my old cell for the next 2 days or so. I would appreciate it more than you know, if anyone gave me a call tomorrow or in the next couple days just to say hello. It is always tough to be away from D.M. and everyone for months on end. I just pray I can find people in Maine with as excellent an appreciation of the art of hiding carrots, or making animal noises, or setting fires to small to medium sized appliances. But then who am I kidding, Iowa seems to have a monopoly on that. God Bless. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 29th, 2005|02:27 am] |
I am really looking forward to seeing you this weekend Ser. I am sorry I have not been so considerate lately. I really need you in my life. I miss you more than I let on. Thanks for being there for me when I am lonely, or distracted, or just plain uninteresting.
Yours,
Kyle |
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| Going Away Party |
[May. 26th, 2005|07:49 pm] |
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I am taking off on the 30th of May. The night before I am having a big shindig in Adel at my place. It will be happening on the 29th at 9:00 P.M. and Raffi (not like the Wheels on the Bus Guy) is gonna come spin some trance. If you are reading this, you are probably invited. If you are my friend and you do not come, I will weep bitterly. Seriously, seriously, bitterly. If you need directions you can call me at 669-8783. |
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| Thingu |
[Apr. 18th, 2005|04:38 pm] |
My weekend: All the old ska kids have started playing capture the flag in Nolan Plaze which seems like a cool idea. I went down with Mr. James for a bit. I hadn't seen E.J. in like 3 years. I saw Fazio and my sister in a prom dress. These two things are largely unrelated. We saw The Ring 2 which is horrible and worthless and should be executed in a gangster fashion in the cold bowels of a cornfield. I heard that the Amityville remake was attrocious. This makes me sad. I remember Akili and I lauging for a very long time when the dog pulls the bearded man out of the tarpit hell in his basement. Just see the movie, you'll understand. The point is that Guide and Star Wars 3 are coming out and have a possibility of being good, the former more than the latter.
On the lighter side of things: Things that make me extremely happy:
1. I got myself some new Chuck's. Why didn't anyone tell me these were such freaking sweet shoes? Where have I been with these stupid Vans? What else haven't you been telling me????
2. I can finally access my phone messages. The secret code was 9999 which doens't seem all that obvious to me. Whatever, the point is that I can now access the 191 messages which my phone was storing.
3. Michael is coming back for the summer when I am in May. This means there will be music again. On a somewhat related note, it turns out that there was an 80's metal band called Overlord. Michael saw them in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame or something. The point is that this is simply another reason that Overlord was a bad band name. In addition, I think Rabies would be an awesome band name.
4. It is freaking 81 degrees outside.
5. I have 19 days left in Beloit, home of all things craven. Sorry, I couldn't avoid a little negativity.
I am working on my portfolio to send to schools where I might get my MFA. I am mainly sending stuff that did well with the poetry journals I sent to (I have only heard from 4 of the six that I sent off to and two told me specifically what pieces they liked. I haven't heard from the other two.). Wish me luck! |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 8th, 2005|11:48 pm] |
So, there is a naked man with a bull's head dancing on the Linux manual. If someone could let me know what that has to do with the operating system, I would be extremely interested.
Last night, I went out with Chad, Byron, and Aden (some of the few kids I really like from Beloit). We ate some Mexican food and made jokes about our collective mothers. It was good business. We also went to this girl Anna's birthday party. Conincidently, it was Sarah's birthday. So happy freaking birthday to everyone whose birthday it was yesterday. After the birthday party, for some reason we got to talking about the complete derth of really cool girls on campus since Chad and that crew are single. Chad looks me in the eye and says, "Kyle, if I were gay, and you were drunk, I would totally rape you." Thank you, Chad, you the man, I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. This not to say I advocate rape or for that matter really find rape funny, I just think that is so far around to get to a compliment. I also saw Sonia with this chain of girls beating up a pinata (sp?) on the front lawn of Chapin at around midnight. Beloit is a really weird place.
For geology lab, my class had to go out to Turtle Creek. Our basic goal is to make a map of the site and the velocity of the river. Here is how advanced our geology dept. is: we measured the river width by hanging a tape measure from one end to the other then measured the velocity by floating a twig down the river 3 meters 50 times in different parts of the river. Let me recap that for those who might have missed that: we dropped a twig in the water and timed it with a stopwatch. A freaking twig. We had to wear these big rubber suits but the girl who was doing our calculations kept messing up the distances (go figure it's geo 100) so we were the last group and we had to work really fast as a team to measure the twig.
Next weekend I will be back in Des Moines to chill, see movies, eat babies, etc. Best wishes to everyone.
These guys are officially awesome and I know them in a distant way-- http://mil.mynuts.org/buttz_and_balz.mov |
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| Finally updating |
[Apr. 5th, 2005|04:53 pm] |
Well, this is it. I have finally gotten around to posting something. This same thing will be on my LJ, spartacan, but it will also be here for convenience.
This is a ridiculously happy week thus far. Apparently I know something about geology (how could this be?) because I got the highest grade in my class on the midterm. I got to spend a weekend in Ohio and received some completely awesome music from Aaron. In addition, Sin City is a ridiculously awesome movie. Jawsome.
I am getting rather irritated with trying to get things done that do not want to get done. BVS, Brethren Volunteer Service, has still not let me know if I passed my criminal background check (boy, does that sound bad). I haven't heard anything about my internship which I would be leaving for in less than a month. I have contacted both places and I had to ride BVS's ass just to get this far. At one point, they even lost part of my stuff. I swear, something must be horribly wrong down there or everyone who does this is just titanically motivated. On a happier note, my friend J-dawg is going to be joining me for the year with BVS. This is good. I will not be the only one at BVS who enjoys magic, aqua teen, or leading a nocturnal existance (I cannot wait until I don't have classes at 9:00 in the morning! Yes, this is early in college!)
Anyway, since I haven't posted anything on LJ in a while and nothing on Xanga:
I would like to say that I think that being at Beloit has seriously made me dumber. This is not to say that I haven't learned anything, just that all the real practical knowledge I got from central has been replaced by an ability to talk about anything which occurs in the evil world of Acadamia. I am the only person who ever interacts with alot of the professors around here. When they ask a question everyone just stares up. I think for the professors it must be kind of like talking to a dog, they tell them things even though you know they'll just stare at them, forget it 5 min. later, turn around, and sniff their butt. At one point last semester, my professor just had a 20 min. conversation with me during class. Byron can vouch for this. So, because most people are far too high or drunk to capably write a paper, my work never really has to be that competative. Each one is like a mad lib: same form, blanks filled in with the appropriate words. On a side note, my friend Dylan actually did this once got half credit. Go Dylan, I wish I had thought of this earlier. |
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| A Change of Pace |
[Feb. 6th, 2005|10:15 am] |
So it is clear that this whole updating my livejournal thing has not been working so well for me. I tend to get have praticularly little to say on most occassions and most everyone knows most of this stuff already. I have found an answer! Rather than simply abandoning my LJ I am going to follow Sarah's suggestion and simply use this as a post for poetry. I produce a plethora of poetry so it seems easier to post poetry than to write entries that require more work and organization than I have in me at the moment. Plus, I already spend so much time editing them that I need not be concerned with checking the entries for grammer/spelling mistakes! If you hate poetry, me, or a combination of the two there is no need to keep reading. Therefore....here. Have a sonnet.
Art
like a hallowed blaze razing white landscape,
religion of rushing brush, flowing fires
into him poured undeniable dream.
possessed of the word, the canvas’s blank drape
sanctified: once sallow, now temple’s pyre,
holy inked of deity’s chromatic tongue.
the girl desired what angels had sown deep,
turned first lips, then every thought to his own.
soon, his this new love too took the mantle.
though faultless every striving mirrored bones
something depraved, and sinisterly odd,
something artless within his burning god.
faithless now, seeing truly his perfect match
he lit, and turned from man to godless ash.
Kyle McCord |
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| Another Sonnet |
[Dec. 8th, 2004|05:30 pm] |
This is the first in my four part sonnet set of which art is the final piece. I am posting per request of my lovely and loving girlfriend, Sarah.
the sculptor and his son
glassy shards knotted at gnarled angles,
warped appendages—john’s precision had
never imbued itself in his child’s form.
he used sundays and ambivalent kiln
to bear breath into his tangled, white phoenix
appropriately risen from ash’s
slumber, a perfect portrait of it’s father,
who taught it more than where the knife was kept.
taught it everything about being float
in his parade of feelings—“first, despair”.
a perfect lesson--when it took two lives
at once with the sharp edge once wielded
carving bones and flesh from carpenter’s shelves
--that, in truth, men love life, but hate themselves. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 25th, 2004|01:26 am] |
Take the Kyle and Sarah Quiz, and see how well you do! (x-posted to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lapheeluv
Define these terms:
1. Asian on Occasion
2. We the People
3. Anna Begins
4. Sky Foods
5. Vanilla Sky
6. PDA
7. Optical Illusion Boxers
8. Fall asleep like kitties
9. House of Thai
10. Little Tree
11. Imke
12. Akili's living room
13. Euchre
14. Trotsykism
15. "I'm thinking of a word and it's not kitty." "Is it kitty?" "....Get out of my brain!"
16.Idioteque
17. Bastard RHs/sleeping in the car
18. Crack addicted/ womanizing roommate/ loudly masturbating roommate (these are 3 seperate but related items)
19. Reformation - May Cause Blindness
20. Seething Thong
Get less than 10 and you're Kyle and Sarah's bitch!
Get 10 right and you get away with a whipping!
Get 10-15 right and you can be the scullary maid!
Get 15-19 right and you may receive citizenship in the nation-state of Kyle-Sarah!
Get 20 right and you're stalking us!
Test created by Kyle and Sarah |
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| What Kind of Candy am I? |
[Feb. 9th, 2004|05:40 pm] |
You are: White Chocolate!
You are small, white, and don't do well in heat. You are used by aged pedophiles to lure over-weight children into their homes. You are happy and bright, but no one likes you and everyone try to trade you for something else. You are individual only in the sense that no one would ever want to have you. |
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| Lazy |
[Jan. 29th, 2004|11:25 am] |
So I haven't updated in a while and I thought I might go ahead and do that. I have like 120 pages of reading a day cause I am taking 3 history classes and a Russian literature class. I lost my position as secretary because of some bad blood with the council about being a Communist.They teased me about having an Asian girlfriend so a I told an Asian joke during session which was taken well by some but not by those who don't know me. The irony is that Sarah is the one who told it to me in the first place. The president appointed me to be on the Club oversight board which decides which clubs will live and die. My roommate is being threatened with physical violence if he ever returns to the council.
Anyway, I found out we have a suicide and depression club, which is supposed to be all about preventing these things despite what their name may conjure up. I think it would be great if they had a dispute and seperated to form the depression club and the suicide club. Russian Literature is always depressing so I have decided that all the members of that club must also be Russian Studies majors. Perhaps, I am just a horrible person. Who knows?
It is so freaking cold up here. I wear 2 coats every day. Today the high is 1. I have had to jump start my car 3 times in the past 2 days and so I bought a "do-it-your-damn-self" starter kit. Gonna try that out today. Oh boy! |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 14th, 2003|12:54 pm] |
You are Storm!
You are very strong and very protective of those
you love. You are in tune with nature and are
very concerned with justice and humanity.
Unfortunately, certain apprehensions and fears
are very hard for you to overcome, and can
often inhibit you when most need to be strong.
Which X-Men character are you most like?
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