Research Card
Traditional Source Information about Shamanism, Norse paganism, ancient Northern Europe.
Academic Journal Searchable Book about Norse Mythology
Online Source Video from Youtube about Icelandic Asatru.
Zulu ShamanismCoast To Coast Am article.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Conversation Revised
So a guy on Youtube from Florida with the handle of BrightestBlackSheep posted a comment on this video that I made:
BrightestBlackSheep
Yeah yeah yeah!!!! Break it! Break it!!! Dammit shut up Beavis. yeah yeah yeah fire!!!! Fire!!!!!
Then, in my inbox, I got some messages from him. We had a conversation, and he made a video of himself talking about how he liked my stuff:
BrightestBlackSheep
Yeah man I saved it to my favorites. Woo doo doo!!!!
VTC (My handle)
Hey, I'm glad you liked our video so much, be sure we had a blast making it, it was one of the greatest times of our high school lives!
BrightestBlackSheep
I made a plug for you!
Then I thanked him:
VTC
Man, youre awesome, thanks for the plug, I watched it, and couldn't be more greatful.
BrightestBlackSheep
That's no problem man I like spreading the word on talent. Keep it up Bro! Woo doo doo....
VTC
Awesome, have you had a chance to watch the rest of it yet? Watch the making of, it is actually really funny, especially the making of part 5, check it out.
And then I put the plug on my channel...
It was cool.
BrightestBlackSheep
Yeah yeah yeah!!!! Break it! Break it!!! Dammit shut up Beavis. yeah yeah yeah fire!!!! Fire!!!!!
Then, in my inbox, I got some messages from him. We had a conversation, and he made a video of himself talking about how he liked my stuff:
BrightestBlackSheep
Yeah man I saved it to my favorites. Woo doo doo!!!!
VTC (My handle)
Hey, I'm glad you liked our video so much, be sure we had a blast making it, it was one of the greatest times of our high school lives!
BrightestBlackSheep
I made a plug for you!
Then I thanked him:
VTC
Man, youre awesome, thanks for the plug, I watched it, and couldn't be more greatful.
BrightestBlackSheep
That's no problem man I like spreading the word on talent. Keep it up Bro! Woo doo doo....
VTC
Awesome, have you had a chance to watch the rest of it yet? Watch the making of, it is actually really funny, especially the making of part 5, check it out.
And then I put the plug on my channel...
It was cool.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Youtube Conversation
So a guy on Youtube from Florida with the handle of BrightestBlackSheep posted a comment on this video:
BrightestBlackSheep
Yeah yeah yeah!!!! Break it! Break it!!! Dammit shut up Beavis. yeah yeah yeah fire!!!! Fire!!!!!
Then, in my inbox, I got some messages from him. We had a conversation, and he made a video of himself talking about how he liked my stuff:
BrightestBlackSheep
Yeah man I saved it to my favorites. Woo doo doo!!!!
VTC
Hey, I'm glad you liked our video so much, be sure we had a blast making it, it was one of the greatest times of our high school lives!
BrightestBlackSheep
I made a plug for you!
Then I thanked him:
VTC
Man, youre awesome, thanks for the plug, I watched it, and couldn't be more greatful.
BrightestBlackSheep
That's no problem man I like spreading the word on talent. Keep it up Bro! Woo doo doo....
VTC
Awesome, have you had a chance to watch the rest of it yet? Watch the making of, it is actually really funny, especially the making of part 5, check it out.
And then I put the plug on my channel...
It was cool.
BrightestBlackSheep
Yeah yeah yeah!!!! Break it! Break it!!! Dammit shut up Beavis. yeah yeah yeah fire!!!! Fire!!!!!
Then, in my inbox, I got some messages from him. We had a conversation, and he made a video of himself talking about how he liked my stuff:
BrightestBlackSheep
Yeah man I saved it to my favorites. Woo doo doo!!!!
VTC
Hey, I'm glad you liked our video so much, be sure we had a blast making it, it was one of the greatest times of our high school lives!
BrightestBlackSheep
I made a plug for you!
Then I thanked him:
VTC
Man, youre awesome, thanks for the plug, I watched it, and couldn't be more greatful.
BrightestBlackSheep
That's no problem man I like spreading the word on talent. Keep it up Bro! Woo doo doo....
VTC
Awesome, have you had a chance to watch the rest of it yet? Watch the making of, it is actually really funny, especially the making of part 5, check it out.
And then I put the plug on my channel...
It was cool.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Observations of a kid who celebrated the superbowl.
Only minutes after the Giants had won the
Superbowl, my friend Jon was persuaded by his mom to ignite some bottle rockets to celebrate. She provided the bottle rockets. He walked outside in the cold snowy weather and stuck about 10 bottle rockets into a mound of snow and started trying to ignite them all at once. Suddenly, in the dark of the night, some kids came scurrying out of a yard with a dog close at their heels while cursing. "When the @#@$@ did those people get a dog?" Then, they started walking down the street. Finally, Jon got two of the rockets to fly off. A voice in the night shouted, "Go Giants!" Then, Jon got the rest of the bottle rockets to fly away. Then he came inside and saw me starting to type an observational report about him and complained that enough minutes had passed since he went and did what I was going to write about that it was now writing from recall and I was no longer correctly doing the assignment. I said, "Whatever." Jon left the room, and so all that was left to write about was the cat, who walked towards the kitchen with a somewhat shifty walk, as though he was a bit sick. Then he disappeared into the house. After he left, it was just an empty room with me, Jon's parents, and a show about England on TV. Then, a different cat the family owns has walked into the room. It is worth noting that it is a hermaphrodite cat. Originally, it was thought to be a boy and given the name Mr. Darci. Later, it had a surgery that made it a girl so the family just dropped the Mr. Jon came back into the room, and he shined a laser pointer around. The hermaphrodite cat appeared to think the laser pointer was prey, and chased the dot it made around the room.
The End.
Superbowl, my friend Jon was persuaded by his mom to ignite some bottle rockets to celebrate. She provided the bottle rockets. He walked outside in the cold snowy weather and stuck about 10 bottle rockets into a mound of snow and started trying to ignite them all at once. Suddenly, in the dark of the night, some kids came scurrying out of a yard with a dog close at their heels while cursing. "When the @#@$@ did those people get a dog?" Then, they started walking down the street. Finally, Jon got two of the rockets to fly off. A voice in the night shouted, "Go Giants!" Then, Jon got the rest of the bottle rockets to fly away. Then he came inside and saw me starting to type an observational report about him and complained that enough minutes had passed since he went and did what I was going to write about that it was now writing from recall and I was no longer correctly doing the assignment. I said, "Whatever." Jon left the room, and so all that was left to write about was the cat, who walked towards the kitchen with a somewhat shifty walk, as though he was a bit sick. Then he disappeared into the house. After he left, it was just an empty room with me, Jon's parents, and a show about England on TV. Then, a different cat the family owns has walked into the room. It is worth noting that it is a hermaphrodite cat. Originally, it was thought to be a boy and given the name Mr. Darci. Later, it had a surgery that made it a girl so the family just dropped the Mr. Jon came back into the room, and he shined a laser pointer around. The hermaphrodite cat appeared to think the laser pointer was prey, and chased the dot it made around the room.
The End.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Snapshot Essay: The Moose In The Mountains Revised
Due to the weather, there is no way I can get to class... But here's my revision....
In late summer of 2005, 2 friends and I decided we'd go camp high in the mountains and swim in a lake that's up there. It's called Lake Mary, and it's illegal to swim in it but at the time we honestly didn't know that it wasn't okay to be up there.
Anyway, we started hiking up the trail towards the lake at about 7:30 P.M., so by the time we got to the lake, the sun was setting. As soon as we got there, I realized that I had dropped my swim trunks somewhere on the trail. I figured they couldn't be that far back, so I'd just walk a little way back and grab them. My friends didn't have the desire to start back down the trail, so they got a fire going and set up the tent while I headed off with a flashlight in hopes of finding the shorts. I walked down the trail and lost track of time and distance.
Eventually, I ended up at the end of the trail and back by my friend Kurt's van with no shorts in hand. I searched the car, they weren't there, so I decided to start back up the trail so my friends wouldn't worry about me and the next day I'd just skip out on swimming. About 500 feet up the trail, I saw something blue in the dirt. It was the shorts! So, with the flashlight dimming and the forest completely black, I headed towards the lake.
However, I hadn't walked more than about 100 feet when I heard strange breathing just ahead and got very scared. I sort of froze and listened. "There's nothing there. It's just my imagination." I told myself. The sound sort of faded out so I took a few steps forward. But as I strained to see anything in the darkness I noticed a few stars blacked out ahead. At first I thought it was a tree. Then I heard a loud grunt and got more scared then I've ever been. I raised the extremely dim flashlight and could see two little reflections glinting off the eyes of a giant moose who was standing right in the trail. He was probably 7 feet tall, very ominous, and had large antlers. He grunted and snorted several times while I stood there in complete fear. I didn't know what to do. For a second, I felt a little bold and thought about just running past him. Then I had an image of my dead body being found gored in the forest and decided to make a run for it the other way.
I took off back to the bottom of the trail. There was a ski lodge there with a pay phone on it so I called my friends at the top of the trail to try and tell them what was going on. On both phones, there was no answer, just message machines. I left them both a message that said I was stuck at the bottom of the trail, scared of a moose, I was going to sleep in the car and they could meet me at dawn.
After making a few more calls to them, I jumped in my friends van and decided rather than sleep in it, I'd go home, get a gun, and do some research on moose aggressiveness, then come back and pass him with confidence. So I drove all the way down the 40 minute canyon, then about 20 minutes across the valley to my house, went inside, got the gun, got online, pulled up a website about moose and their behavior around humans. Then the phone rang. It was the police. They asked me if I had stolen my friend's car, and I said, "I don't know that I'd call it stolen, but uh yeah, I took it." Then they told me they were standing there with him at the base of the trail and that he wanted his car back, so I went out of the house, jumped in Kurt's car, sped back up the canyon, and there he was with some cops at the base of the trail. I was concerned that I'd be in huge trouble, both because of the "stolen" van and the gun sitting on the passenger seat. Fortunately, the cops were really laid back and not particularly concerned, they didn't do any searches or anything so that wasn't much of a problem. They just left and said, "Be good." or something.
Kurt was disgusted with me and lectured me all the way up the trail as we headed back to the lake. He kept asking me what was wrong with me- being scared of a little old moose.
Then, halfway up the trail, who should we run into but the moose. We just casually walked past him and he didn't do anything. Kurt sneered, "See, it's not even dangerous."
When we arrived at the lake we found our other friend, Nate, cowering in a tent. Kurt tried to get sympathy from him and get Nate to tease me too about how moose aren't scary, but it turned out he was shivering with fear and said, "I don't blame you. A moose was up here wandering around the tent and I was paralyzed with fear!" So Kurt teased us both, we went to bed, and swam the next day.
I later found out that the reason I couldn't get a hold of Kurt and Nate on the phone earlier was not because they had no service but they were too lazy to answer a phone call from an unrecognizable number. I couldn't believe it! If they'd answered their phones, I never would have taken the car home, the cops never would have been involved, and I probably would actually get to hike to that lake with Kurt without him teasing me the whole way up!
Ever since that day, I've been teased about "the moose". Any time I want to go on a hike, I'm certain to have somebody bring up the moose incident. Kurt and his family can't get enough of the story. In fact, both times I've tried to return to that lake Kurt has found away to ditch me and go with everyone else but me. He thinks I'm a big baby for being scared of the moose.
In late summer of 2005, 2 friends and I decided we'd go camp high in the mountains and swim in a lake that's up there. It's called Lake Mary, and it's illegal to swim in it but at the time we honestly didn't know that it wasn't okay to be up there.
Anyway, we started hiking up the trail towards the lake at about 7:30 P.M., so by the time we got to the lake, the sun was setting. As soon as we got there, I realized that I had dropped my swim trunks somewhere on the trail. I figured they couldn't be that far back, so I'd just walk a little way back and grab them. My friends didn't have the desire to start back down the trail, so they got a fire going and set up the tent while I headed off with a flashlight in hopes of finding the shorts. I walked down the trail and lost track of time and distance.
Eventually, I ended up at the end of the trail and back by my friend Kurt's van with no shorts in hand. I searched the car, they weren't there, so I decided to start back up the trail so my friends wouldn't worry about me and the next day I'd just skip out on swimming. About 500 feet up the trail, I saw something blue in the dirt. It was the shorts! So, with the flashlight dimming and the forest completely black, I headed towards the lake.
However, I hadn't walked more than about 100 feet when I heard strange breathing just ahead and got very scared. I sort of froze and listened. "There's nothing there. It's just my imagination." I told myself. The sound sort of faded out so I took a few steps forward. But as I strained to see anything in the darkness I noticed a few stars blacked out ahead. At first I thought it was a tree. Then I heard a loud grunt and got more scared then I've ever been. I raised the extremely dim flashlight and could see two little reflections glinting off the eyes of a giant moose who was standing right in the trail. He was probably 7 feet tall, very ominous, and had large antlers. He grunted and snorted several times while I stood there in complete fear. I didn't know what to do. For a second, I felt a little bold and thought about just running past him. Then I had an image of my dead body being found gored in the forest and decided to make a run for it the other way.
I took off back to the bottom of the trail. There was a ski lodge there with a pay phone on it so I called my friends at the top of the trail to try and tell them what was going on. On both phones, there was no answer, just message machines. I left them both a message that said I was stuck at the bottom of the trail, scared of a moose, I was going to sleep in the car and they could meet me at dawn.
After making a few more calls to them, I jumped in my friends van and decided rather than sleep in it, I'd go home, get a gun, and do some research on moose aggressiveness, then come back and pass him with confidence. So I drove all the way down the 40 minute canyon, then about 20 minutes across the valley to my house, went inside, got the gun, got online, pulled up a website about moose and their behavior around humans. Then the phone rang. It was the police. They asked me if I had stolen my friend's car, and I said, "I don't know that I'd call it stolen, but uh yeah, I took it." Then they told me they were standing there with him at the base of the trail and that he wanted his car back, so I went out of the house, jumped in Kurt's car, sped back up the canyon, and there he was with some cops at the base of the trail. I was concerned that I'd be in huge trouble, both because of the "stolen" van and the gun sitting on the passenger seat. Fortunately, the cops were really laid back and not particularly concerned, they didn't do any searches or anything so that wasn't much of a problem. They just left and said, "Be good." or something.
Kurt was disgusted with me and lectured me all the way up the trail as we headed back to the lake. He kept asking me what was wrong with me- being scared of a little old moose.
Then, halfway up the trail, who should we run into but the moose. We just casually walked past him and he didn't do anything. Kurt sneered, "See, it's not even dangerous."
When we arrived at the lake we found our other friend, Nate, cowering in a tent. Kurt tried to get sympathy from him and get Nate to tease me too about how moose aren't scary, but it turned out he was shivering with fear and said, "I don't blame you. A moose was up here wandering around the tent and I was paralyzed with fear!" So Kurt teased us both, we went to bed, and swam the next day.
I later found out that the reason I couldn't get a hold of Kurt and Nate on the phone earlier was not because they had no service but they were too lazy to answer a phone call from an unrecognizable number. I couldn't believe it! If they'd answered their phones, I never would have taken the car home, the cops never would have been involved, and I probably would actually get to hike to that lake with Kurt without him teasing me the whole way up!
Ever since that day, I've been teased about "the moose". Any time I want to go on a hike, I'm certain to have somebody bring up the moose incident. Kurt and his family can't get enough of the story. In fact, both times I've tried to return to that lake Kurt has found away to ditch me and go with everyone else but me. He thinks I'm a big baby for being scared of the moose.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Snapshot Essay: The Moose In The Mountains
In late summer of 2005, 2 friends and I decided we'd go camp high in the mountains and swim in a lake that's up there. Now I won't be divulging the name of the lake because I have recently found out that it's illegal to swim in it as well as illegal to camp by it. I'd prefer to keep myself out of trouble, but at the time we honestly didn't know that it wasn't okay to be up there.
Anyway, we started hiking up the trail towards the lake at about 7:30 P.M., so by the time we got to the lake, the sun was setting. As soon as we got there, I realized that I had dropped my swim trunks somewhere on the trail. I figured they couldn't be that far back, so I'd just walk a little way back and grab them. My friends didn't have the desire to start back down the trail, so they got a fire going and set up the tent while I headed off with a flashlight in hopes of finding the shorts. I walked down the trail and lost track of time and distance.
Eventually, I ended up at the end of the trail and back by my friend Kurt's van with no shorts in hand. I searched the car, they weren't there, so I decided to start back up the trail so my friends wouldn't worry about me and the next day I'd just skip out on swimming. About 500 feet up the trail, I saw something blue in the dirt. It was the shorts! So, with the flashlight dimming and the forest completely black, I headed towards the lake.
However, I hadn't walked more than about 100 feet when I heard strange breathing just ahead and got very scared. I sort of froze and listened. "There's nothing there. It's just my imagination." I told myself. The sound sort of faded out so I took a few steps forward. But as I strained to see anything in the darkness I noticed a few stars blacked out ahead. At first I thought it was a tree. Then I heard a loud grunt and got more scared then I've ever been. I raised the extremely dim flashlight and could see two little reflections glinting off the eyes of a giant moose who was standing right in the trail. I didn't know what to do. For a second, I felt a little bold and thought about just running past him. Then I had an image of my dead body being found gored in the forest and decided to make a run for it the other way.
I took off back to the bottom of the trail. There was a ski lodge there with a pay phone on it so I called my friends at the top of the trail to try and tell them what was going on. On both phones, there was no answer, just message machines. I left them both a message that said I was stuck at the bottom of the trail, scared of a moose, I was going to sleep in the car and they could meet me at dawn.
After making a few more calls to them, I jumped in my friends van and decided rather than sleep in it, I'd go home, get a gun, and do some research on moose aggressiveness, then come back and pass him with confidence. So I drove all the way down the 40 minute canyon, then about 20 minutes across the valley to my house, went inside, got the gun, got online, pulled up a website about moose and their behavior around humans. Then the phone rang. It was the police. They asked me if I had stolen my friend's car, and I said, "I don't know that I'd call it stolen, but uh yeah, I took it." Then they told me they were standing there with him at the base of the trail and that he wanted his car back, so I went out of the house, jumped in Kurt's car, sped back up the canyon, and there he was with some cops at the base of the trail. The cops were really laid back and not particularly concerned, so that wasn't much of a problem. They just left and said, "Be good." or something.
Kurt was disgusted with me and lectured me all the way up the trail as we headed back to the lake. He kept asking me what was wrong with me- being scared of a little old moose.
Then, halfway up the trail, who should we run into but the moose. We just casually walked past him and he didn't do anything. Kurt sneered, "See, it's not even dangerous."
When we arrived at the lake we found our other friend, Nate, cowering in a tent. Kurt tried to get sympathy from him and get Nate to tease me too about how moose aren't scary, but it turned out he was shivering with fear and said, "I don't blame you. A moose was up here wandering around the tent and I was paralyzed with fear!" So Kurt teased us both, we went to bed, and swam the next day.
I found out that the reason I couldn't get a hold of them on the phone earlier was not because they had no service but they were too lazy to answer a phone call from an unrecognizable number. I couldn't believe it! If they'd answered their phones, I never would have taken the car home, the cops never would have been involved, and I probably would actually get to hike to that lake with Kurt without him teasing me the whole way up!
Anyway, we started hiking up the trail towards the lake at about 7:30 P.M., so by the time we got to the lake, the sun was setting. As soon as we got there, I realized that I had dropped my swim trunks somewhere on the trail. I figured they couldn't be that far back, so I'd just walk a little way back and grab them. My friends didn't have the desire to start back down the trail, so they got a fire going and set up the tent while I headed off with a flashlight in hopes of finding the shorts. I walked down the trail and lost track of time and distance.
Eventually, I ended up at the end of the trail and back by my friend Kurt's van with no shorts in hand. I searched the car, they weren't there, so I decided to start back up the trail so my friends wouldn't worry about me and the next day I'd just skip out on swimming. About 500 feet up the trail, I saw something blue in the dirt. It was the shorts! So, with the flashlight dimming and the forest completely black, I headed towards the lake.
However, I hadn't walked more than about 100 feet when I heard strange breathing just ahead and got very scared. I sort of froze and listened. "There's nothing there. It's just my imagination." I told myself. The sound sort of faded out so I took a few steps forward. But as I strained to see anything in the darkness I noticed a few stars blacked out ahead. At first I thought it was a tree. Then I heard a loud grunt and got more scared then I've ever been. I raised the extremely dim flashlight and could see two little reflections glinting off the eyes of a giant moose who was standing right in the trail. I didn't know what to do. For a second, I felt a little bold and thought about just running past him. Then I had an image of my dead body being found gored in the forest and decided to make a run for it the other way.
I took off back to the bottom of the trail. There was a ski lodge there with a pay phone on it so I called my friends at the top of the trail to try and tell them what was going on. On both phones, there was no answer, just message machines. I left them both a message that said I was stuck at the bottom of the trail, scared of a moose, I was going to sleep in the car and they could meet me at dawn.
After making a few more calls to them, I jumped in my friends van and decided rather than sleep in it, I'd go home, get a gun, and do some research on moose aggressiveness, then come back and pass him with confidence. So I drove all the way down the 40 minute canyon, then about 20 minutes across the valley to my house, went inside, got the gun, got online, pulled up a website about moose and their behavior around humans. Then the phone rang. It was the police. They asked me if I had stolen my friend's car, and I said, "I don't know that I'd call it stolen, but uh yeah, I took it." Then they told me they were standing there with him at the base of the trail and that he wanted his car back, so I went out of the house, jumped in Kurt's car, sped back up the canyon, and there he was with some cops at the base of the trail. The cops were really laid back and not particularly concerned, so that wasn't much of a problem. They just left and said, "Be good." or something.
Kurt was disgusted with me and lectured me all the way up the trail as we headed back to the lake. He kept asking me what was wrong with me- being scared of a little old moose.
Then, halfway up the trail, who should we run into but the moose. We just casually walked past him and he didn't do anything. Kurt sneered, "See, it's not even dangerous."
When we arrived at the lake we found our other friend, Nate, cowering in a tent. Kurt tried to get sympathy from him and get Nate to tease me too about how moose aren't scary, but it turned out he was shivering with fear and said, "I don't blame you. A moose was up here wandering around the tent and I was paralyzed with fear!" So Kurt teased us both, we went to bed, and swam the next day.
I found out that the reason I couldn't get a hold of them on the phone earlier was not because they had no service but they were too lazy to answer a phone call from an unrecognizable number. I couldn't believe it! If they'd answered their phones, I never would have taken the car home, the cops never would have been involved, and I probably would actually get to hike to that lake with Kurt without him teasing me the whole way up!
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Wooden Blog
Link to a blog:
Wooden Blog
This is the blog of one of my favorite artists, Adam Phillips. He usually just discusses what he is working on and what software he's using and gives tips and tricks on how to use flash. He has moved on to ToonBoom, and I've been thinking of buying that for a while.
He makes all kinds of cool animations and inspires me to do stuff like this (I made this in flash and the style is influenced by his work, all though mine's a little more creepy and a lot more violent):
If you wanna see more of my stuff, scroll around in the above playlist^^^ (it's all by me)... or, I guess it's not really a blog, but I have a Youtube account full of some good stuff and mostly embarrassing old stuff.
Enjoy!
Wooden Blog
This is the blog of one of my favorite artists, Adam Phillips. He usually just discusses what he is working on and what software he's using and gives tips and tricks on how to use flash. He has moved on to ToonBoom, and I've been thinking of buying that for a while.
He makes all kinds of cool animations and inspires me to do stuff like this (I made this in flash and the style is influenced by his work, all though mine's a little more creepy and a lot more violent):
If you wanna see more of my stuff, scroll around in the above playlist^^^ (it's all by me)... or, I guess it's not really a blog, but I have a Youtube account full of some good stuff and mostly embarrassing old stuff.
Enjoy!
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