The Week and Then Some That Was
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Last week was Arts Week at UBC. It was pretty much a blur for me. Not as much as some involved with Arts Week, but, the little that I did was enough of "Gong Show" for me. Let's recap shall we?
Monday:
This was the first day of the club booth days. For me it was an overlap of sorts from Club Days 2 where I had to convince marks . . . err . . . people about the many attributes one may garner from becoming involved with the History Students' Association. Along with an HSA display consisting HSA propaganda (of which most were constructed before my joining of the club) we had a laptop displaying history related programming, and our traditional quiz game ("IQ 2000: TransCanada Highway" circa 1984) with a chocolate reward system. Who knew Canadian and general trivia from 1984 could be so difficult (hell some of these questions stumped “Mr. Trivia Savant” Dave), and that a lot of people liked Halloween-style snack-sized chocolate treats? To my surprise people signed up to join. Not just that, some of them actually paid.
Tuesday:
The last day of club booth days. This was just like the day before. Some more joined and some even paid. In addition to the ghetto-tastic HSA booth, Tuesday was the day of the HSA Arts Week Event. For our event the HSA did a “Quiz Challenge”. Much like the booth version, but, on a grander scale. Okay, maybe not. It was more like a “Trivia Ghetto Gong Show”. Chocolate served as points and whoever had the least amount of choco-points would not make it to the next round. When the dust settled, we were down to 2 final participants. On one end stood the AUS’s own Jen Collins, and on the other end stood her opponent (who reminded me a lot like a certain film critic). Anyway the battle was close or atleast that’s the impression I tried to give by making it sudden death. Nope. Still no winner decided. What does one do? Did someone mention “Rock, Paper, Scissors” best 2 out of 3? Well that would be correct. And on and on . . . and on it went. Jen was so close to victory but her mind was distracted with the need to attend her next class. In that moment of distraction she lost, or maybe se threw the game, but in any case, she got to keep her accumulated chocolate. For her opponent, the inaugural “Quiz Challenge Cup”. The grand prize comprised of a travel mug and an assortment of coffees, teas, and coffee accessories, all packaged within the confines of some fancy looking bag. Later on intrigue would arise as to the possibility of Jen actually winning the event on the basis of total choco-point accumulation. This might be the case; it was hard assess how many choco-points she may have earned at the end. Either way, I guess I’ll owe her a case or something.
Later that night I was supposed to go to an indoor futsol scrimmage to get everyone back in shape for the latter half of the Richmond Senior Soccer League Division 2 season. When I rushed home to get ready for soccer I was later informed that it was cancelled. I think the excuse given was either Jon (he teaches their and would therefore provide us the practice space) didn’t get to sleep till 9am that morning or he worked till 9pm. Either way there was no soccer to be had and I would have been able to have made it to “Open Night”. From all reports, that event was a fun time for those who came.
Wednesday:
What did I do this day? Oh yeah, I was in MASS helping the French Club make free crepes for their Arts Week Event. I keep forgetting that I’m their Social Coordinator for some reason. I started out as a general member. Went to their Wine & Cheese and some how agreed to be a General Officer for their Exec. Then I attended an Exec meeting and some how became a Social Coordinator. So here I am and there I was helping out with the crepes. I started out as the plate distributor and then became the pourer of the batter. Either way people came en mass. I attribute the popularity to Chef John’s culinary skills and to Axelle’s secret recipe. Also, the fact that university students tend to like things that are free. So hey, free crepes and they were tasty. Nuff said.
Thursday:
AUS Booth time. I tried to get people to purchase tickets for Mardi Gras. They kept running away for some reason and screaming in the distance. I mean what’s wrong with a tall dark guy offering people candy? Never mind.
Later that night was the Poetry Jam. I wanted to attend but I had soccer practice that night, as I do every Thursday evening. Perhaps next time I will post my poem that I wrote as my performance piece for my poetry creative writing class back in Langara. Its prosaic, it sucks, so it should be fine for my blog.
DSBH soccer was fun that night. It was apparent that some of us were not in the best physical condition. Hopefully this will be remedied I the oncoming weeks.
Friday:
More Booth time. I then went hand billing for Mardi Gras across the campus to try to garner more patrons. Again, more people running away and screaming. I’m a horrible salesperson.
Next off to Mardi Gras!!! I helped decorate. When I say “decorate” I mean helping unravel crepe paper and hanging these decorations made by Ari and friends. Then I sold tickets out front. Then I was whisked away to the “drink” ticket booth. Artsy me and math calculations don’t mix. Thank god Jules was there or it could have gotten ugly as I tried to calculate change in my head. Then it was drinky drinky time. Slurpees good. Beer good. I believe at some point in the evening there was a dance competition on stage between SPAN and Students For Students. Nothing proves the superiority of your slate then a dance-off. And then the clean-up. Anytime where no vomit in a bathroom is involved is always good with me.
After clean-up, my backpack and jacket were nowhere to be found. These items would be located over the course of the weekend (thanks Dave), but, at the time I was a little peeved.
And then the ceremonial wait for my younger bro to pick me up. I felt bad that Dave and Spencer waited for an hour or so for my brother to show up. To make me wait is one thing, but, to make others wait as well because they wanted me to get home safely makes me want lay the smack to my trusted bro. It’s just infuriating for a 30-40 minute drive when there’s no traffic at all to take that long.
Saturday:
Saw my new baby cousin in the Women’s and Children’s Hospital on Oak St. Denzel. They named him Denzel. Its funny how you can tell when one is born by the name one is given. I still don’t know where my parents came up with “Karl”. Whatever.
Mike’s B-day Bonanza. Didn’t go to the dinner, but, went clubbing with them. Don’t understand why Mike green-lit a dance club on Latin night. Especially since Mike does not like dance club environments. So that didn’t last long. We tried to find an alternative venue but couldn’t. So some of us crashed at John’s place and watched “Family Guy” episodes.
Sunday:
First game back into the second half of the soccer season. Too bad it was against JP Malones. I HATE THIS TEAM. The fact that we lost to them 3-2 when we should have won does not contribute to why I HATE this club team. They are all a bunch of mouthy, hot dogging, cheap playing punk kids. We’re not the only ones with a beef with them. The entire league hates them. Referees have refused to work their games because of their conduct. One of our players got a red while 2 of theirs got reds. Peter was kinda pissed since BRIAN TANAKA spiked in the leg with his metal cleats. His leg still bleeds to this day. By the end of the game we wanted to fight them for real in a brawl. After much consideration, I believe my club would have mopped the floor with them.
DSBH Roster that day:
Dan - He is a martial artist and could easily incapacitate atleast 5 people on his own
Jason - Crazy and scrappy. He could hold his own.
Jon - He used to box and was ready to throw down that day.
Dave - One of those small wiry guys that can fight and fights dirty.
McBeath - Angry as fuck and likes to fight.
Gatt - Crazy (do you sense a common theme with the make-up of DSBH?).
Peter - He has anger management issues. Plus he already received that red card for defending himself.
Harvey - From England. He seems like he’s been through many a pub room brawl.
Bri - I’m sure he’d be fine. But, due to his medical situation I don’t want him in the middle of the action.
Bardy - He came near the end to watch. But he’s pretty built.
Sam - Never seen him in a fight. Who knows?
Dom - I’m told he could hold his own. And if it gets really bad, “friends” are just a phone call away.
Elliot - Pretty solid individual.
Mark - Ditto.
Tim - He’s a scary looking German. Nuff said.
C-Nut - God love ’em. I’m sure he could get a few punches in. But you never know.
Matty - Same as above. But then again he’s a crazed postal worker in waiting.
Karl (me) - I could take maybe one. If I’m not too badly beaten then maybe another. Of course I’d us weapons and pretend I was in E.C. F’n W.
Jason - Not a player, but, was there. He tends to fight a feral animal. Plus he likes knives.
Chew - Took some Kung Fu lessons. Knows this Filipino slap fighting crap. I dunno.
To say the least, we were pissed-off at JP Malones and at any given moment some of them would end up in Richmond General. I hear they might be moved up to division 1. Up there they have skilled players adept at taking out knees and careers when opponents become unruly and unsportsmanlike. Have fun JP Malones unless the league throws you guys out like they should. Then perhaps you guys can try your hand at Vancouver Metro. They’ll eat you alive.
If anyone’s noticed me being slightly pissed off, it’s because of this. I FUCKING JP MALONES!!!
Monday:
AUS Council meeting. Did anyone say drama? If an undergrad wanted to sit in on a council meeting this would have been it.
Wine & Cheese. Free wine? Free food? How can I resist?
Tuesday:
Worked on my friend’s family farm in Surrey. If anyone wondered why I’m aching it is because of the manual labour I did. I dug a trench/ditch, cleared a bramble patch, cleared some debris, and helped take down barbwire fencing. The place looked more like a POW camp then an herb farm.
Rushed back to Richmond for a make-up league game. The League game became a friendly because the ref never showed up. This make-up game keeps getting delayed. Why? As for the friendly, to quote Tim, “Disgraceful.” Simply put that was how we played.
Wednesday:
Hung out in the AUS Office and went to an HSA meeting. I’m fulfilling my portfolio and I’m tired.
End Transmission.
Last week was Arts Week at UBC. It was pretty much a blur for me. Not as much as some involved with Arts Week, but, the little that I did was enough of "Gong Show" for me. Let's recap shall we?
Monday:
This was the first day of the club booth days. For me it was an overlap of sorts from Club Days 2 where I had to convince marks . . . err . . . people about the many attributes one may garner from becoming involved with the History Students' Association. Along with an HSA display consisting HSA propaganda (of which most were constructed before my joining of the club) we had a laptop displaying history related programming, and our traditional quiz game ("IQ 2000: TransCanada Highway" circa 1984) with a chocolate reward system. Who knew Canadian and general trivia from 1984 could be so difficult (hell some of these questions stumped “Mr. Trivia Savant” Dave), and that a lot of people liked Halloween-style snack-sized chocolate treats? To my surprise people signed up to join. Not just that, some of them actually paid.
Tuesday:
The last day of club booth days. This was just like the day before. Some more joined and some even paid. In addition to the ghetto-tastic HSA booth, Tuesday was the day of the HSA Arts Week Event. For our event the HSA did a “Quiz Challenge”. Much like the booth version, but, on a grander scale. Okay, maybe not. It was more like a “Trivia Ghetto Gong Show”. Chocolate served as points and whoever had the least amount of choco-points would not make it to the next round. When the dust settled, we were down to 2 final participants. On one end stood the AUS’s own Jen Collins, and on the other end stood her opponent (who reminded me a lot like a certain film critic). Anyway the battle was close or atleast that’s the impression I tried to give by making it sudden death. Nope. Still no winner decided. What does one do? Did someone mention “Rock, Paper, Scissors” best 2 out of 3? Well that would be correct. And on and on . . . and on it went. Jen was so close to victory but her mind was distracted with the need to attend her next class. In that moment of distraction she lost, or maybe se threw the game, but in any case, she got to keep her accumulated chocolate. For her opponent, the inaugural “Quiz Challenge Cup”. The grand prize comprised of a travel mug and an assortment of coffees, teas, and coffee accessories, all packaged within the confines of some fancy looking bag. Later on intrigue would arise as to the possibility of Jen actually winning the event on the basis of total choco-point accumulation. This might be the case; it was hard assess how many choco-points she may have earned at the end. Either way, I guess I’ll owe her a case or something.
Later that night I was supposed to go to an indoor futsol scrimmage to get everyone back in shape for the latter half of the Richmond Senior Soccer League Division 2 season. When I rushed home to get ready for soccer I was later informed that it was cancelled. I think the excuse given was either Jon (he teaches their and would therefore provide us the practice space) didn’t get to sleep till 9am that morning or he worked till 9pm. Either way there was no soccer to be had and I would have been able to have made it to “Open Night”. From all reports, that event was a fun time for those who came.
Wednesday:
What did I do this day? Oh yeah, I was in MASS helping the French Club make free crepes for their Arts Week Event. I keep forgetting that I’m their Social Coordinator for some reason. I started out as a general member. Went to their Wine & Cheese and some how agreed to be a General Officer for their Exec. Then I attended an Exec meeting and some how became a Social Coordinator. So here I am and there I was helping out with the crepes. I started out as the plate distributor and then became the pourer of the batter. Either way people came en mass. I attribute the popularity to Chef John’s culinary skills and to Axelle’s secret recipe. Also, the fact that university students tend to like things that are free. So hey, free crepes and they were tasty. Nuff said.
Thursday:
AUS Booth time. I tried to get people to purchase tickets for Mardi Gras. They kept running away for some reason and screaming in the distance. I mean what’s wrong with a tall dark guy offering people candy? Never mind.
Later that night was the Poetry Jam. I wanted to attend but I had soccer practice that night, as I do every Thursday evening. Perhaps next time I will post my poem that I wrote as my performance piece for my poetry creative writing class back in Langara. Its prosaic, it sucks, so it should be fine for my blog.
DSBH soccer was fun that night. It was apparent that some of us were not in the best physical condition. Hopefully this will be remedied I the oncoming weeks.
Friday:
More Booth time. I then went hand billing for Mardi Gras across the campus to try to garner more patrons. Again, more people running away and screaming. I’m a horrible salesperson.
Next off to Mardi Gras!!! I helped decorate. When I say “decorate” I mean helping unravel crepe paper and hanging these decorations made by Ari and friends. Then I sold tickets out front. Then I was whisked away to the “drink” ticket booth. Artsy me and math calculations don’t mix. Thank god Jules was there or it could have gotten ugly as I tried to calculate change in my head. Then it was drinky drinky time. Slurpees good. Beer good. I believe at some point in the evening there was a dance competition on stage between SPAN and Students For Students. Nothing proves the superiority of your slate then a dance-off. And then the clean-up. Anytime where no vomit in a bathroom is involved is always good with me.
After clean-up, my backpack and jacket were nowhere to be found. These items would be located over the course of the weekend (thanks Dave), but, at the time I was a little peeved.
And then the ceremonial wait for my younger bro to pick me up. I felt bad that Dave and Spencer waited for an hour or so for my brother to show up. To make me wait is one thing, but, to make others wait as well because they wanted me to get home safely makes me want lay the smack to my trusted bro. It’s just infuriating for a 30-40 minute drive when there’s no traffic at all to take that long.
Saturday:
Saw my new baby cousin in the Women’s and Children’s Hospital on Oak St. Denzel. They named him Denzel. Its funny how you can tell when one is born by the name one is given. I still don’t know where my parents came up with “Karl”. Whatever.
Mike’s B-day Bonanza. Didn’t go to the dinner, but, went clubbing with them. Don’t understand why Mike green-lit a dance club on Latin night. Especially since Mike does not like dance club environments. So that didn’t last long. We tried to find an alternative venue but couldn’t. So some of us crashed at John’s place and watched “Family Guy” episodes.
Sunday:
First game back into the second half of the soccer season. Too bad it was against JP Malones. I HATE THIS TEAM. The fact that we lost to them 3-2 when we should have won does not contribute to why I HATE this club team. They are all a bunch of mouthy, hot dogging, cheap playing punk kids. We’re not the only ones with a beef with them. The entire league hates them. Referees have refused to work their games because of their conduct. One of our players got a red while 2 of theirs got reds. Peter was kinda pissed since BRIAN TANAKA spiked in the leg with his metal cleats. His leg still bleeds to this day. By the end of the game we wanted to fight them for real in a brawl. After much consideration, I believe my club would have mopped the floor with them.
DSBH Roster that day:
Dan - He is a martial artist and could easily incapacitate atleast 5 people on his own
Jason - Crazy and scrappy. He could hold his own.
Jon - He used to box and was ready to throw down that day.
Dave - One of those small wiry guys that can fight and fights dirty.
McBeath - Angry as fuck and likes to fight.
Gatt - Crazy (do you sense a common theme with the make-up of DSBH?).
Peter - He has anger management issues. Plus he already received that red card for defending himself.
Harvey - From England. He seems like he’s been through many a pub room brawl.
Bri - I’m sure he’d be fine. But, due to his medical situation I don’t want him in the middle of the action.
Bardy - He came near the end to watch. But he’s pretty built.
Sam - Never seen him in a fight. Who knows?
Dom - I’m told he could hold his own. And if it gets really bad, “friends” are just a phone call away.
Elliot - Pretty solid individual.
Mark - Ditto.
Tim - He’s a scary looking German. Nuff said.
C-Nut - God love ’em. I’m sure he could get a few punches in. But you never know.
Matty - Same as above. But then again he’s a crazed postal worker in waiting.
Karl (me) - I could take maybe one. If I’m not too badly beaten then maybe another. Of course I’d us weapons and pretend I was in E.C. F’n W.
Jason - Not a player, but, was there. He tends to fight a feral animal. Plus he likes knives.
Chew - Took some Kung Fu lessons. Knows this Filipino slap fighting crap. I dunno.
To say the least, we were pissed-off at JP Malones and at any given moment some of them would end up in Richmond General. I hear they might be moved up to division 1. Up there they have skilled players adept at taking out knees and careers when opponents become unruly and unsportsmanlike. Have fun JP Malones unless the league throws you guys out like they should. Then perhaps you guys can try your hand at Vancouver Metro. They’ll eat you alive.
If anyone’s noticed me being slightly pissed off, it’s because of this. I FUCKING JP MALONES!!!
Monday:
AUS Council meeting. Did anyone say drama? If an undergrad wanted to sit in on a council meeting this would have been it.
Wine & Cheese. Free wine? Free food? How can I resist?
Tuesday:
Worked on my friend’s family farm in Surrey. If anyone wondered why I’m aching it is because of the manual labour I did. I dug a trench/ditch, cleared a bramble patch, cleared some debris, and helped take down barbwire fencing. The place looked more like a POW camp then an herb farm.
Rushed back to Richmond for a make-up league game. The League game became a friendly because the ref never showed up. This make-up game keeps getting delayed. Why? As for the friendly, to quote Tim, “Disgraceful.” Simply put that was how we played.
Wednesday:
Hung out in the AUS Office and went to an HSA meeting. I’m fulfilling my portfolio and I’m tired.
End Transmission.
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