Misguided Blog

It's been a long time since I've updated this here blog but that's what student life will do to you. Too many frat-parties and all night wii golf marathons to keep up with. When you go back to school, you simply have to spend a little more time upside-down with a spigot of stale Bud going up yer nose. Themz the rules, I didn't write 'em.

Anyhow, we hope you all are doing well, keepin on keepin on and whatnot. We've been pretty busy now that school has started up again. I have my share of work to do now that I have a full time schedule and I'm still trying to work as many hours as I can on top of it. Personally, I'm

having a blast, though. Friends U canceled my Mandarin class (the bastards) but I slipped into a computer graphics class instead, which does advance my major, so it's all good. But it feels great to be working out the ol' noggin, dusting off the cobwebs, learning how to text without Teach seeing, even though he/she isn't an idiot and it's obvious anyway. As for Sue, judging by the weight of the bag 'o crap (student's papers, same thing, ooooooh) that we lug back and forth from school everyday, has her hands full as usual. She reads, she mutters obscenities, she gives up and bakes something, gives them all a B - , the usual. But we're good and thinking about y'all.

Oh! Before I go on: new tune, new video, check them out please please please. Watch the new vid for my track My Thang here or above. This blog doesn't allow for wide screen format though, so if you want to see it in all its pirated glory, you gotta go to YouTube. Also! Go to any of the following pages (Myspace, Garageband, Soundcloud)to hear a brand spanking new tune, Around Again, and if you don't feel like dancing, then nod your head politely for a few seconds before you go back to check out

whether your Farmville corn crop is ready for harvest.

We were happy to have a visitor late this summer when our good buddy Erika (one of the super-duper photography team at our wedding, to some of you), came to stay a weekend with us. We got to take her around to Final Friday and a Maxfield Parish exhibit that happened to be at the WAM (Wichita Art Museum) during her

stay. We showed her the sights and, by the time she flew home, she was exhausted from the sheer crushing weight of all the fun she'd had.

A million years ago, before classes started, Sue and I got to enjoy one of the local camp sites when we drove a half hour east to El Dorado lake and

park. The lake, (like pretty much all lakes in Kansas) is man-made, created by the Army Corp of Engineers and the half submerged dead trees that dot the water make for an interesting view. We had fun but learned how difficult tent camping can be on the plains.

It took some searching before we found a spot where our tent wouldn't be flattened by the

relentless winds and even then, the sound of the wind through the trees was roughly equivalent to sleeping on the shoulder of the Brooklyn

Queens Expressway, just

without the honking and bad words. I'm sure the sound must be pleasant to a Kansan, but to me, lying in our little flimsy tent, it sounded something like eight hours of the world coming to an end with just a thin

sheet of nylon between us and the apocalypse. For Sue it was slightly worse, since she picked the windward side of our abode and was attacked by the tent wall pretty much all night. We didn't sleep a whole lot but it was a fun experience and the park and nearby town are very nice.

A couple weekends ago, Sue and I made it back to the Kansas State Fair! Yes, it's that time again and we were there bright and early. Sue had volunteered to work the Newman booth for a morning shift but we both received free entry and some (deep fried) eats on Newman, sweet! However, we were horrified to realize that, after a year of thinking about it, regretting not having it when we were there last year, and impatiently waiting for the fair to come around again so we could finally try it, the Hot Beef Sunday had been discontinued! Noooooo! Sue was especially broken up about it, drowning her sorrows in a couple helpings of deep fried bacon but we assume it wasn't the same.

Last weekend Sue and volunteered to work a big Newman fundraising event called the Party on the Ponderosa. One of the wealthy local families, the Stecklines (whom the art gallery at Newman is named after) held the big western-themed hootnanny (spelling? anyone?) at their ranch outside of town. On display were a collection of genuine frontier era covered wagons, an auction, live

music and fireworks. Sister Charlotte (real-life Newman nun) even got into the act during a western themed shoot out skit and blew up a

building with a tommy gun. No joke. You had to be there.

Anyway, I will only briefly imply that Sue and I may be looking for a house, and we may have made some progress on a particular

house that we want, but that's all I'm saying! You don't want to jinx it do ya? You'll just have to wait for the next update to find out if anything amazing and wonderful has happened in our lives. Wish us luck!