A brief explanation of the title, Sepiated Spirals - スト-カ-...

    We carry notebooks everywhere in our college lives, with often a different one for each class, so the simple act of writing down our thoughts at the turn of a fresh page is always available.

    Altogether, biology, English, math, come together into a myriad of experiences and ideas throughout the day.

    Old ideas combine with new, and we learn from our sepia-toned past.

    The background image is a sepia-tone shot of interlinked spiral notebooks - the eiptome of Sepiated Spirals.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


I saw a post on Facebook for a game of Assassination SUU is doing. Who wants to spearhead a Badger version with me...? It could be a BLAST, my friends!

Here are the rules, as copied from the SUU version:

Assassination is a giant water fight in which you are assigned a person to "kill." You kill them by getting them wet. The game is constantly going on, so watch your back! Here is a basic rundown of how to play:
1. Everyone is assigned a person to get wet (kill).
2. You can only kill the person you are assigned.
3. You can only be killed by the person assigned to kill you.
4. Once you kill your assigned person, you then receive their assignment.
5. The last person left, wins the game, and the PRIZE!!

1. You cannot kill people: at their work, in their classes, at practices/games - for the SUU athletes only. Anywhere else is game.
2. Sunday is a safe day (you can't kill or be killed on Sunday).
3. The library is a safe zone at all times.
4. Water only!!
5. Water can come in any form, other than bodily fluids.
6. You cannot reveal your assignment to those playing.
7. In order to kill someone, they have to have a watermark at least the size of a quarter, but there is no limit to how wet you can get them.
8. If you are being attacked, you may get your killer wet, and this gives you a 30 minute safe period during which your killer cannot soak you. (In the case of simultaneous soaking, tie goes to the killer.)
9. After being killed you must report your death to me, by text or Facebook or something, so I can monitor the game.
10. No water guns can be used on campus. Also, as a warning, the chief of police said that often these can be mistaken for real guns, and bystanders who don't know what is going on call the cops (if you use a water gun make sure it is bright colors and not easily mistaken for a real gun). Just so ya know.
11. DON'T BE STUPID!!! (Example: Don't break laws)

DISCLAIMER: We are not responsible for your actions. Anything that is broken, stolen, damaged, or otherwise harmed is not our responsibility. Also any legal charges brought upon participants due to their own poor choices is not our responsibility.

In such a small school as Snow, this could be a LOT of fun. Marks (targets) will be easier to find, especially since you're bound do know someone who knows your mark, and the Ephraim's size offers few hiding places...

Comment if you're up for it! We may be able to get the student council involved, too, to make this a HUGE, official Snow thing.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Yclept: Return

Tonight is the night of the big Valentine's or Sweethearts or whatever it is dance thing at the Institute in commemoration of Valentine's Day next Monday. It's one of those few girls' choice dances -- and probably the only one here at Snow -- where the men get to take a break from the formal dance scene for once. (Emboldened foreshadowing? Perhaps.)

Meanwhile, I just came from an INSANE basketball game... CSI (College of Southern Idaho) wiped the floor in the girls' game, but the guys put up one of the top games I've seen, ever.

It was down to the last few minutes and they were barely ahead of us by 2 to 5 points throughout 'em. In the last minute the li'l dude who I don't know the name of dropped the clock down to 10 seconds just standing there, FREAKING us out! Ev'rbody was yelling, "GO! GO! Shoot! Do something!" As always, a foul went flying and we were down by one, 61-62, in the last 0.5 seconds, with two foul shots to try to win it. It is really needed to say that we won it? Hah, 'cuz we did. (What a resolution, eh? I was never the best at the decrescendo after a big buildup.)

 Anyway, that preceded the dance for the most part, so on the way out folks were talking 'bout it much.
I didn't plan on going. It's girls' choice, anyway, so when I wasn't asked, I wasn't going.
Simple as that. No sad feelings, no dreading a boring night all alone while everyone is out dancing. I'm fine with it. Until [you, ambiguous] came along and kept asking me if I was going, and even offering a girl's hand in date-ship for the night. I had no plans to go. 

I'm not okay with how everyone thinks that not going is a bad thing. I heard one too many, "Oh, sad,"s and "Why not!?"s that, yeah, I do feel kind of bad about not going now. Do people think that those who aren't asked to dances sit around and mope? No way! Why would it fix anything? It's just like any other day with things to do, games to play, and not-dances to think about. Then [you], again, presented it to my previously-overwhelmed subconscious that it was a bad thing. Think, my friends. Think.
That's all.

Blah, what a note to blog to after nearly a month and a half. It won't all be like this, but lately I need some let-out. Rhett is in Peru doing Good, so those let's-play-pool-because-life's-not-so-great-today moments don't happen with anyone. I guess it's what I need.

I need mental reformation.