It’s very easy to be swept up in the celebrations of the new year. And why not? It’s the end of one cycle, the beginning of another. This has been part of the celebration since the time of Julius Caesar (wait, isn’t he the salad guy?) when the first month of the year was dedicated to the Roman god Janus, the god of gates, doors, and new beginnings. He was depicted as a god with two faces, one looking forward and one looking backwards. (Don’t believe me? Check out my incredibly legitimate source.)
Here’s one way people are looking back:
It shouldn’t be a surprise that people take this moment to reflect on the past and prepare for the future. I’m surprised at the grief that new year resolutions can receive. My sister said she wasn’t going to bother with them because it seemed pointless, how the whole world could get swept up in positive change that inevitably failed after a few months.
I immediately wanted to respond that the failure of others shouldn’t be the cause of not trying yourself. But I thought about it a little more and realized that the idea wasn’t flawed, only the system through which it was implemented. Find out how you can create lasting change in yourself and your daily routine here.
This past week I visited my relatives in Los Angeles and was able to see it with a new perspective.
A bit of back story: my parents grew up in Los Angeles. The fact that we live in Indiana has been scoffed at, gaped at, and upbraided mercilessly for years. It’s even worse when we tell other people. In order to stay close to grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins we visit Los Angeles every summer. It has gotten to the point where I love the city without even realizing what the city is. All I think about when I think “Los Angeles” is good times with family.
LA from a hill
A city is much easier to grasp when juxtaposed with other cities. I am able to compare it to such cities as Milan, Rome, Indianapolis, and New York from recent visits. These incredible opportunities afforded to me in the past have changed me in more ways than I realized.
Above all, I think it’s given me a greater appreciation for food. See why here.
You see some pretty interesting architecture out here. It's like a unicorn sneezed out a house...
For those about to enter the college sphere, they may also be nearing another new realm that is much talked about: voting. This year hosts the presidential election, as did my senior year four years ago. I will never forget it, given that I was born two months too late to vote. Finally, my time has come!!!
In our rapidly developing world, technological changes are stark against two presidential elections four years apart. The first, President Obama managed to drive a hugely successful fundraising campaign online. Now, he is entering into a newer form of technology. “Technology 2.0″ they are calling it (they being me. Try and pass it on. Maybe Urbandictionary.com will pick it up).
Despite Facebook’s botched entrance into public ownership, it is able to simultaneously prove its undeniable and massive (if untapped) power through data mining. As the battle becomes more heated between the newcomer and the one defending his title (makes me reminisce about old-school wrestling) they will wring any advantage they can out of new tools. The focus shifts where the social sphere has made a shift towards in the last 4 years.
I only hope that these newer, more advanced ad campaigns do nothing to undercut the old-fashioned method of informing oneself on the state of the country, the records of the opponents, and the promises they are making to the country. Sure Obama can learn a lot about you, but does that mean he’s fit to lead? And the same goes for Romney. You won’t find me favoring one on this blog, but I’m hoping that if you’re reading this, it’s a question you willing to find the answer to: Who would be the best candidate to lead our nation?
Tagged: Andrew Erlandson, change, depreciating, election, Facebook, insight, Obama, power, presidential, public, Romney, technology, value
I was fresh out of high school. I was the big man on campus, leaving to be the little man on the next campus. I had recently discovered my love of plaid shorts, and was entering into my obsession with Ultimate Frisbee that I would take to the collegiate level. I was putting down the flute—the instrument I had played for a good six years of concert and marching band—figuring that that sort of image might not be in my better interest to pursue (although of course i was mistaken).
With my eyes set on Butler’s campus, I was preparing myself. Stepping back, I looked at everything that I was and everything that I wanted to be, and made those adjustments. It was jitters mostly. The fantastic idea of a blank slate, leaving behind what you are and having the option to rebuild yourself. It was incredibly freeing, and slightly terrifying at the same time. But at the moment I was struggling to grasp onto this freedom, despite my parents still being a daily force in my life.
Current issues: looking for a summer job. I’d decided long ago that few things were more irritating than the job search. After spending my time in high school focusing on academics I had never gotten around to searching for a job. It was a little intimidating. I was basically asking a number of strangers to trust me enough to take me in based off of…well nothing to be honest. It would certainly be a fun time.
Also, who can forget that I still had braces?
Braces that would follow me into freshmen year. Hoorah...
See what’s happening with FUTURE ME!
After rooming with a friend for four days where I was living out of a cardboard box, I finally made the transition into my new house. It’s a wonderful house for four, but five of us will be rooming here at a discounted rate. Thank you frugality, you have saved the day again.
Nothing is more glorious than my new bed after a day of work
At the moment my entire being is energized at the thought of living in this house for the next year (I will be occupying this house from now until graduation of May next year #occupy44thstreet). I have unpacked in the kitchen, made my first grocery shop, and am currently in the process of compiling of a list of every item that I would like to make this house absolutely boss.
It’s incredible living the areas outside of Butler’s student housing but still within the Bubble. An entire community exists here of upperclassmen, all confident in the ways of the university life, and beginning to dabble in the existence beyond the university. We’re living in houses now, thinking about post-laurel jobs (or for those who relish studies and loans, grad school), and flexing out cooking muscles. Just the other day I cooked an italian feast with my roommate, who has promised to clue me into the secrets of chinese cooking. I’m giddy at the thought.
Well, one thing I’ve learned about Europe is that they are not on the same wavelength as America. That’s right. Turns out we’re NOT the center of the universe…weird.
It’s the fashion that is most easily notable. The first day, every which way that I looked I saw hats that were much longer than they needed to be, and jackets that were about two and a half times too poofy.
IT'S SO FLUFFY!!! (I mean extended. If you get that reference you rock)
Naturally, I have the strong desire to blend in. Who wants to overtly appear American? Not me (our rep isn’t so great over here). So, within the first two weeks I made sure to purchase a long hat (“una capella lunga” as I like to call them) and my next mission is to hunt down a puffy jacket (or giacca vento). If you join me in this mission, perhaps you can beat the fashion curve across the pond.
That’s right, with the first flurries of the season last night, it seems time to bid farewell to fall. Forget the free-floating leaves and the frolicking breezes. Winter is fast upon us, and its fairly impossible to ignore the sub freezing temperatures this morning.
To commemorate the passing of this great season, I thought I would show you a video that I put together with a group in my Intro to Digital Media Productions class. We handled expensive equipment that we hardly knew how to operate to put this together, so I hope you appreciate it (learn by doing is what I say).
The next thing on my to-do list is get winter hats, gloves, socks (I can’t believe I left my wool socks at home! O the agony!) Perhaps I could make a trip to the Butler Bookstore. With my limited storage space in my room, one can only bring so much from home, and I put off bringing back most of my cold weather gear. Let’s hope I can make it through the weeks before Thanksgiving on sweatshirts…
Tagged: Butler, change, end, fall, first, flurries, gloves, hats, jackets, snow, student, university, winter
When I was a sophomore in high school, I came with my brother when he visited Butler. At the time, I knew what I wanted to do with my life: become a concert flautist. Now, this might strike an odd picture for me, a gangly 6’1″ male, but it was what my heart was set on at the time. Butler’s music program looked incredible.
CELL-O! Didn't you know Butler rocks?
Years later, as a Writing Major at that same university, I find myself reminiscing about the music I used to play. I’ll set my Pandora to a Classical Music Station, and it will draw me back to the years of largo movements, treble clefts, and crescendos. I consider picking it back up, practicing on campus.
We all know life changes. Butler is prepared for the most wicked curve balls that we can throw at it. Those of us who haven’t made up our minds about what we want to spend our lives doing (which I think is a wildly unrealistic expectation to hold for incoming freshmen), there’s always the Exploratory Studies. For those of us who change our minds, the options are nearly limitless on where to go next!
Tagged: Butler, career, change, exploratory, explore, growth, life, major, music, musician, personal, professional, student, university