Lewis and Clark

Along with travelling in unknown wilderness and discovering new plants and animals, the Lewis and Clark Expedition encountered Native Americans of all different tribes and had to communicate their best for ethnological and survival reasons. This example of the language barriers was just funny to me.
"Our conversation with the Tushepaws was held thro' a boy whom we found among them . . . I spoke in English to Labieche. . . he translated it to Chaboneau in French- he to his wife in Minnetaree- she in Shoshone to the boy- the boy in Tushepaw to that nation."
-William Clark

Snowie Lyrics

I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day

I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold

I want to take you far from the cynics int his town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
The sun will hear the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change

Guys

Guys. I am so excited for fall. I am so excited for winter. Just the thought of the bitter chill of walking out the door, sweaters, boots, the necessary act of heading to the tea shop. Snowboarding. Pine Trees covered in snow. I can watch all these wonderful movies in the perfect environment. Today has been the first cold day of September, and I have been loving it. I just really like the cold season, especially in the city. Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Joy Joy Joy! 

LIGHTS

Solitary Contentment

Yesterday morning was one of those unplanned, wonderful things. It was so simple. I woke up early, no alarm clock needed. French started at eight and, as always, it was a good class. My mind was stimulated and even the pretentious girl who sits next to me couldn't disrupt my flow. Along with our lesson, the Professor showed us the cutest short about two mimes who fall in love. Afterwards, I had no classes and walked back to my dorm slowly, taking in the campus that is so lovely in the morning. With a blank schedule in my hands, I decided to draw out Scott Pilgrim, took my jar of peanut butter, and wrapped myself in a blanket. My room was an ice box even with the sun shining through the window. I never watch movies in the daytime, but it was just what I needed. Myself, Scott Pilgrim, and my jar of peanut butter. Together we made for an excellent morning.
Solitary Contentment