tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11760621498699301502012-07-25T04:14:55.716-07:00Welcome to my life in Montana.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186026292567992091noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176062149869930150.post-30015925091645247362012-02-13T15:18:00.000-08:002012-02-13T15:18:13.001-08:002012-02-13T15:18:13.001-08:00

Have you been wondering what a semester breakdown is like for me? Oh, you haven't? Well, now you are and I'll spare you the pain of waiting for an answer. Spring/Fall Semester Week One: "I can't hang out, I've got homework."                   "What website/blog?"                   "I'm organized and dedicated to my academic career. Bleep off." Week Two: "Hey hey -- have you played

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I know, I know. I've already posted about football. Many, many months ago. But you know what? It's still annoying. Recently: UM made it to the playoffs. Missoula is freaking out. ESPN is paying zillions and millions for field lights so they can televise the game. Way to stay eco-friendly. What do you think the sun was made for? (And don't say tanning.) Slash, football is ridiculous. It makes its

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PARKING @ UofM = DEATH I can't believe I haven't posted about this before. I suppose that up until last week I was "green", but the snow has come and my bike has been abandoned in the cold wastelands of my garage in favor of my nice, warm car. Yesterday I came upon my old, old nemisis: a full UM parking lot. "What?" you gasp. "The university sells hundreds more permits than it has spots?"

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Goll-ee. I don't know if any of you fellow Missoulians live in the Rattlesnake, but if you do, you know this sound occurs about every two hours: WAAAAAAAAAAH (x 12) First horn: "Oh, there's a train." Second horn: "Heard ya the first time." Third horn: "I'm getting angry." Fourth - Millionth horn: "#$%&*^@!" I will preface this rant with an agreement that yes, train horns are good. They inform

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In a long-ago post, I promised to offer you, readers, a way to find out which type of pedestrian you were born to be. Oh Missoula, MT - thank you for so clearly revealing to me this knowledge. It's not just experience that has taught me this, it is your see-through, in-your-face ways. I'll remember to thank you in my acceptance speech. Let's start with the categories. 1) "The Compassionate One"

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Hello darling readers. Some of you I know, some of you I don't. But in my book that doesn't really matter. Especially when it comes to this post. I'm looking for some guest bloggers. Got something to say about MT? How about your home state? I'm sure we can all relate even if it's non-Montana. This is America, after all. Email me, Facebook me, call me, telegraph me - just let me know if you've got

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>:(   ^    My arrow isn't really working out with that "caret", but I'm sure you understand I'm pointing at the face above (thank you common expressions, forever). And I apologize that the last post and the first half of this one will be more general than Montana-related. It just happens. So ten minutes ago, like, literally ten minutes, I was walking along with boy. We were talking about my

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Ah, poetry. The English department dost love its poetry. Which is fine, great, expected. Even I like some poetry. (Hold back your gasps, please.) Remember the hispty? Well, I think we can safely say that Thomas Hardy is no hipsty, nor any of his contemporaries. For all those uninformed souls, I date a poet. What? you cry, Such would be blasphemy for thou. But it's good to widen your circle of

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If you don't know what "stodginess" means, go live with old people or get old yourself - or you could spend some time with a few choice UM professors. But let's get serious. I'm thinking of two, maybe three specific people. And, philosophy - I know I can never say enough about it. It's abstract. It's clunky. It confuses people when their lives were just fine before they were inundated with

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Let's talk. And I know what you're gonna say, so let me just end that little mistake right now. This may happen everywhere, but I KNOW it happens twice as much in Montana. Or, more accurately, the University of Montana. Or even more accurately, wherever I am. Ever. Which is is Montana currently. Anyway, let's move on from that. As I stated so eloquently in my title, sidewalks. Yes, you've seen

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I have a bone to pick with the world. Actually, if you counted all the bones I have to pick with the world, it would probably equal 3+ human skeletons. How do I know that number? Apart from studying for the MCAT when I was a freshman (and ambitious), and having Google at my fingertips, I also have a mysterious trap door in the middle of my living room....Making the connection here? So. Bone to

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A new epidemic has begun. When it started, where it started, and how far it has spread is currently unknown. It is scientifically known as H1H2. The layman may know it better as hipsterectohippyitis: The coming of the hipsty. hipsty; noun 1. a convergence of the hippie and hipster into one being. 2. a person who intentionally wears mis-matched clothing, big glasses (optional), "natural hair",

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You know that Kanye West song, the one that samples "Diamonds are Forever"? This one. Well, I was just listening to it in my car - which I drive to school only because I am waiting for a new bike. My last one was lost by a drunk college boy. Which leads me to a side-note lesson: Don't let drunk people ride your bike. Or any bike, really. Injury occurs quite often. Plus there's cops. BUIs, and

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DISCLAIMER: This post is intended to be humorous and not insulting in any way. I have ancestors and relatives who are Native American, etc., and I have great respect for all races. Also, Montanans - I love you very much and unless you're an old farmer, I doubt you speak/think this way. Probably. Now, What is politically correct? These days, it seems like not a lot. But, if you're a minority who

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Forgive me in advance for extending beyond Montana - the focus of my blog site - but this is something I've been thinking about for a long time. I will say this: the bulk of my experience that is the topic of this post has been at the University of MONTANA. I hold some sort of management position at the stadium there and have attended - dear god - every Griz game this season. There is no group of

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A Fall Day in Montana 7AM - Frosty and Cold as hell, Cloudy 7:16AM - Bright and Sunny, Lightly brisk 12 Noon - SNOW 2PM - RAIN 2:05PM - Cloudy and Cold (But, hey hey, no frost)This will continue for the rest of the day. Bizarre MT weather makes me miss ID. At least there, when it snowed, it SNOWED - and temps remained somewhat consistent. Here, the weathermen have NO clue what's going on. "

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I love the great espresso I can find in Missoula -- non-burnt, non-weak, double Americanos. There is one drive-up I love in particular - something about the disconnected end of a train - whose soy and breve options seem to be three font sizes larger than the others. But. Their. Espresso. Is. Fantastic. It hits everything on what I call the "3 B Checklist", what I use when gauging any coffee

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Shopping. It moves us, it drives us -- we are WOMEN. And we will look good. It would be fair to say that I spend a considerable amount of time on this endeavor. Thus, it would also be fair to say that I would know the state of shopping affairs in Montana. Un échantillon of typical retail stores: *Carhartt Outlet at the Exxon gas station *Quality Supply (tractors and horsefeed) *[enter any name

Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186026292567992091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176062149869930150.post-72466512756485433182010-09-29T10:53:00.000-07:002010-10-18T14:21:50.824-07:002010-10-18T14:21:50.824-07:00

Welcome to the home of hippies, tokers (same thing?), and artists. The strangely intellectual - the ones who can ably utilize human curiosity - what modern-day us calls "creativity"; welcome to the home of the magnificent purity of nature - and those who attempt to commune with that larger part of themselves:Missoula, MontanaIt is interesting to continually discover in this Eden of - Wait.Hold

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It has occurred to me lately that anyone born in or within a 50 mile radius of the state of Montana has a damaged capacity - well, to do anything really, but more specifically for this post - to drive. Hippies, rednecks, whatever pleases you as a label, doesn't really matter: they still can't operate a vehicle.This morning I awoke, ready to jumpstart my carefully timed schedule, only to remember

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