School is out for the summer!

So I don't know about your school, but my school is out for the summer. Last day of classes was yesterday, so I had papers due, a lot of off-topic lecturing, and a party with a lot of food. The party resulted in me having gas, and having to carry around a jug of salsa for the rest of the day.

On a different note, it may or may not have been Travis Moore's birthday yesterday. This meant that there was an aurora borealis show just for him. You can watch it right here:

The Aurora from Terje Sorgjerd on Vimeo.

Also, during the light show in the sky, there was a party at the old home place where Travis lives. We had dancing, pills (good n' plenty, mike and ikes, and smarties), and prune juice. Plenty of prune juice. Here is just one photo of our experience:

(click it to make it bigger)

to see more photos of the party, or to wish Travis a happy belated birthday, click this link:
Party at the Old Home Place

MASAP Spring Summit

My message to Jason Saucier:

Hey, Jason,

I'm really excited to hear from Corrine at the Summit, it sounds we'll be having a real party this year. I hope you don't mind, Jason, but I took the liberty of inviting my friends to come along. As you well know, the partnership between MASAP (Maine Association of Student Affairs Practitioners) and MASAP (Maybe A State of the Art Painting?) is one of deep, abiding friendship. Thanks to the hard work and dedication of Marie Schramke, may she rest in peace, we look forward to another successful year.

I had a quick question regarding the Summit, then I wanted to share a few things with you.

Question: after Dr. Crimmin's talk can we discuss what to do the latest WikiLeaks disaster? It is of vital importance to our children and our children's children, up to, and not including our great grandchildren. Let me know what you think about that. Perhaps the discussion could take place in the nearby playground at 75 South Street.



Now it is time to share thoughts.

First of all, I have been planning my dream vacation for some time now, and I believe that I made a recent breakthrough. For my dream vacation, I want to take a hot air balloon trip from coast to coast. I was thinking we could start in Eastport, and end in San Diego, CA. It would then be not only a coast-to-coast vacation, but also a diagonal north-east to south-west adventure. I want to make as few stops as possible, so I propose we do refueling by airplane, and bring a few live animals with us so that we can slaughter and cook as needed. Luckily, the burner of the balloon can double as an oven, so we should really be in good shape with relatively few things to pack.

Secondly, part of the reason for this vacation is that I've been wanting to get out of Maine. It is cold, too close to Canada, and I really don't feel safe. California has the benefit of being warm, far from Canada, and no crime! Also, this may seem unrelated, but I hate crabs. Far from being a delicacy, they are in fact disgusting, detrimental, and destabilizing.

I know this is a bit long, but I couldn't conclude my message without telling you how much I love MASAP. MASAP has changed my life. It really has. Since I have become a masapper, I have started actively looking for funny YouTube videos. I have also begun my lifelong search for the meaning of MASAP. Furthermore, I have more closely observed others around me, constantly looking for new topics to write about and talk about among my constituency. Also, before MASAP existed, I may or may not have existed. Now I rejoice, because I know that I am. "To be or not to be," that was the question of the past. Today the question has changed. To MASAP or not to MASAP? Now THAT is the question.

With love,
As usual,
-the Voter

The Biebster

My thoughts on the biebster.

I once wrote an essay about justin bieber. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do--subjecting myself to thoughts of justin for over five minutes was nearly more than I could bear. Apparently I lived through it. Also, my essay did not live through it. This is my attempt to rewrite that essay in three sentences:

justin bieber is the worst. Some hate him, some revere him, and some idolize him. I am not these people; I refer to "the biebster" in the uncapitalized "jb" so as to avoid any confusion of this worthless individual to someone that actually matters (such as Jason Bourne).

The End.