So today Amanda, Matt Olsen, Corbin and I went to a Joe Biden rally in Tacoma. It was held at the baseball field the Tacoma Rainers play at. There was a lot of waiting, standing, and guilt tripped into signing political mumbo jumbo.
We had okay seats at first. The stage was at about 2nd base, we were by 1st. The they let more people down in the field. We franticly made our way there. We were about 2 people from the front. Pretty damn close.
Some small level politicians came on to talk, then Senators Cantwell and Murray. Finally the Gov Christine came on spoke, then introduces Joe Biden.
It was pretty cool being that close. Being a part of the action.
He totally gave me eye contact on several occasions.
I was seeing history in the making, as corny as that sounds. I will be able to tell my children I saw a future Vice President speak.
I can't wait for this election to happen. I hope ya'lls will vote.
The race for Gov will be even closer in this state. That vote really matters.
Little of the national stuff will make a difference if our state is going a different way .
So fucking VOTE!!!!!
Showing posts with label La Conner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label La Conner. Show all posts
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Stuff
I miss La Conner.
And everyone there, and I feel like ever year we get farther and farther apart*.
Sad.
I'm probably gonna come up soon.
* Except for Donovan
And everyone there, and I feel like ever year we get farther and farther apart*.
Sad.
I'm probably gonna come up soon.
* Except for Donovan
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Long Time, No blog
So I haven't blogged in awhile, sorry. I kind of took a break.
So summer has started and I'm in La Conner. I have a little bit of a break, then I'm working at a nearby Camp Fire Kids summer camp, Camp Kirby.
It doesn't pay much, but it should be fun.
So I don't watch the news on TV much if at all. But at home my Great Aunt Mary loves it! CNN, Anderson Cooper and all that hoo haa. (thank gos she doesn't watch Fox News.) But really FUCK the news. I hear it on in the background all the time. So much shit.
Watching the news just makes you worried about shit.
I love Barrack Obama, so I don't care what people are saying, I'm just worried what people are getting from in the news. It controls everyones interpretations of things. Blah.
Oh well. The Super Bowl went my way, so will the election.
I want to make a western....... really bad. Like I'm having super violent disturbing dreams about them.
Oh I got a great idea today, but I'm too tired to talk about it so I'll save it for next time.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Nothing can happen more beatiful than death
Joe Bowen, a friend of mine passed away this morning.
He's gone now, and that's it. I will miss him, as will anyone that knew him. I'm not going to talk about how he died, that's not important. What is important is remembering him and reflecting on his time here.
Joe it was a blast. Going to the drive-in seeing Talladega Nights with the hope of running into some girls that may have been there. Eating pizza in the back of a cramped hybrid with Katy Blevins.
Drinking Fader-ade at bible studies thinking they didn't have a clue.
I still have that vanilla flavored mini vodka bottle you gave me before I left for college. I don't know whether to save it or drink it in your honor. I'm leaning to the later.
You sitting behind me in Biology class thinking I'm the craziest mother fucker in the world. And somehow getting past it.
Encouraging me to wrestle.
Thank you Joe, you are forever in my memories.
Awhile ago a made a "Life List" to accomplish over my life. And though life can't be compounded to a list of goals it is nice to see them listed, a map for something important to do on this wild ride we call life. It takes death, most of the time to slap us into sense. It's unattainable, it can go in a blink.
The Life List of Charlie Huddleston
Nothing can happen more beautiful than death - Walt Whitman
He's gone now, and that's it. I will miss him, as will anyone that knew him. I'm not going to talk about how he died, that's not important. What is important is remembering him and reflecting on his time here.
Joe it was a blast. Going to the drive-in seeing Talladega Nights with the hope of running into some girls that may have been there. Eating pizza in the back of a cramped hybrid with Katy Blevins.
Drinking Fader-ade at bible studies thinking they didn't have a clue.
I still have that vanilla flavored mini vodka bottle you gave me before I left for college. I don't know whether to save it or drink it in your honor. I'm leaning to the later.
You sitting behind me in Biology class thinking I'm the craziest mother fucker in the world. And somehow getting past it.
Encouraging me to wrestle.
Thank you Joe, you are forever in my memories.
Awhile ago a made a "Life List" to accomplish over my life. And though life can't be compounded to a list of goals it is nice to see them listed, a map for something important to do on this wild ride we call life. It takes death, most of the time to slap us into sense. It's unattainable, it can go in a blink.
The Life List of Charlie Huddleston
- Graduate from college
- Road trip across America
- Write a comic book
- Write a novel
- Learn to ride a bike
- Go to Europe
- Perform in a band
- Open my own diner/business
- Make out in an elevator
- Spend a whole day in bed with someone I love
- Become a teacher
- Have a family
- Run for mayor of a town
- Build a tree house
Nothing can happen more beautiful than death - Walt Whitman
Monday, February 11, 2008
Matt Meets La Conner
The drive was rainy and gloomy, but we made good time.
FRIDAY
Matt got to see the views of the valley as we drove through Conway to La Conner. I was a little nervous about how he'd mix with my family and friends. We are Crazy. I introduced him to my Old Man and crazy Great Aunt Mary. Then I took him on a walking tour of La Conner. It rained like a bastard. We were wet, miserable, cold, and hungry. This led to getting some power muffins and bagels at Pioneer Market. Matt discovered his bagel had mold in it. Not a good start. Matt enjoyed the channel and named of a bunch of birds (he could say any name of a bird and I would believe him). He also fantisized about fishing. Had some Mexican food at El Gintano. After our bellies were filled we went to my old working place the Gull Station, I was a gas hop there, it's old school like that. It's also the local video store. We picked out the 5 for 5 for 5 deal: Rocky Balboa, Kevin Smith, Waiting, The Host, and Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom.
We watched Rocky and waited for Donovan to get off work (Safeway). Donovan is one best friend from La Conner and the driving force behind many of the shinanigans we get into. He gets to LC at 10ish and we head out for some urban exploring. We decide to reclaim The Cannery! The Cannery is old, condemned, dark, scary, dangerous, haunted and most importantly abandoned. To much frustration we can't find a way in. Donovan is trying one last attempt and I'm getting that feeling our luck is running out. I see head lights. "Car!" I yell. Donovan and I scramble to the back of a more modern marine building, Matt is having difficulty reacting, I grab him and bring him behind the structure. I take a peak, It's a sheriff car and it pulls up behind my parked Volvo. I tell Donovan, he doesn't believe me at first, but soon trust me upon hearing the panic in my voice. He immediatly disbands his B&E tools. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm screwed." Donovan takes hold of the situation. "Come on lets think this through, walk this way." We move away from the building ninja like. "Okay, lets just say we went for a walk to Hole in the Wall." I reason. "Yeah! Perfect." says Donovan. "You just tell him that you're showing your friend from out of town around. Which is the truth." We loop around and casually walk to the car. To our luck the cop car is driving away. No ticket on my car either, weird. We take it as a sign and head back home to brainstorm our next adventure. We ended up eating cereal and watching TV.
SATURDAY
My Dad woke us up. "There's a bunch of kayaks racing in the channel! Wanna come watch?" We stumble out of bed and walk to the channel where the kayaks are, only a couple yards from the cannery where we were last night. The only requirement in the race was muscle power. One guy used his arms to paddle, another guy had one leg! It was epic.
Next was the caucus. It was held in my old high school. Each area of La Conner was split up in groups according to where you live. Mine was in the gym. My Old Man, Matt, and I sat in the back like cool kids, Tom Robbins took a seat by us, obviously gravitated by our coolness. The leader opened the floor to anyone to speak for Hilary Clinton......nothing. Now for Obama. I looked around, then shot my hand up. I went down in front of the bleachers and explained why I support Obama. "I support Obama for a few simple reasons, I believe in his policy on the Iraq War, I do not believe in this war, my next concerns are health care and education. I come from a working class family and it would be nice to see some health care." I broke the ice, I was followed by a bunch of Obama supporters and a few Clinton ones. The delegate break down came to 7 Obama, 1 Clinton. We split up and nominated people as delegates. My Dad nominated me. All the nominees went up together said there name and what they wanted. I didn't know what the hell I was getting myself into. Anyway I got elected, I looked at the paper, 59 votes more than anybody else. That's pretty cool. So now I'm Delegate for Barack Obama of La Conner, WA. So on April 12th I go back to the County Caucus or something. I'm excited about this, I want to kick ass at it. I was joking with my Dad about starting a career in politics, become mayor of La Conner, then a senator, finally a run for president. Well I can dream can't I.
That night, when Donovan got off work we went back to The Cannery to find his stuff. We were found it without any close calls. Then Donovan had to get a paycheck at the Fire Dept. which is next to a sea cave. The tide happened to be out, our next adventure was upon us. We charged across the beach through the slippery seaweed and sharp barnacles. Matt was falling behind, he's used to his soft sandy beaches in California. He mentioned his worry of "Rouge Waves!" To that I explained our geographic location to ease his fear. We found the cave. Next came the tradition of going to the sea cave, once you get to the end of it you take a pee in it. All three of us made our marks then left the stormy seaside. Anacortes was next on the list. We went to the Donut House, they have French Curlers with pick icing there! The best thing the French ever did. We finished the night off driving around and going to a park by the marina, where Matt found a mysterious can of beer (Coors Light) unopened. Matt and Donovan shared the gift form the heavens. Donovan also managed to hit on a statue that night.
SUNDAY
The Old Man and I stressfully filled out my FAFSA. Lets hope it went through smoothly. Sometimes it pays to be poor. I hope I get the same help I did this year. I also plan to live off campus which will be tougher money wise.
We drove back.
FRIDAY
Matt got to see the views of the valley as we drove through Conway to La Conner. I was a little nervous about how he'd mix with my family and friends. We are Crazy. I introduced him to my Old Man and crazy Great Aunt Mary. Then I took him on a walking tour of La Conner. It rained like a bastard. We were wet, miserable, cold, and hungry. This led to getting some power muffins and bagels at Pioneer Market. Matt discovered his bagel had mold in it. Not a good start. Matt enjoyed the channel and named of a bunch of birds (he could say any name of a bird and I would believe him). He also fantisized about fishing. Had some Mexican food at El Gintano. After our bellies were filled we went to my old working place the Gull Station, I was a gas hop there, it's old school like that. It's also the local video store. We picked out the 5 for 5 for 5 deal: Rocky Balboa, Kevin Smith, Waiting, The Host, and Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom.
We watched Rocky and waited for Donovan to get off work (Safeway). Donovan is one best friend from La Conner and the driving force behind many of the shinanigans we get into. He gets to LC at 10ish and we head out for some urban exploring. We decide to reclaim The Cannery! The Cannery is old, condemned, dark, scary, dangerous, haunted and most importantly abandoned. To much frustration we can't find a way in. Donovan is trying one last attempt and I'm getting that feeling our luck is running out. I see head lights. "Car!" I yell. Donovan and I scramble to the back of a more modern marine building, Matt is having difficulty reacting, I grab him and bring him behind the structure. I take a peak, It's a sheriff car and it pulls up behind my parked Volvo. I tell Donovan, he doesn't believe me at first, but soon trust me upon hearing the panic in my voice. He immediatly disbands his B&E tools. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm screwed." Donovan takes hold of the situation. "Come on lets think this through, walk this way." We move away from the building ninja like. "Okay, lets just say we went for a walk to Hole in the Wall." I reason. "Yeah! Perfect." says Donovan. "You just tell him that you're showing your friend from out of town around. Which is the truth." We loop around and casually walk to the car. To our luck the cop car is driving away. No ticket on my car either, weird. We take it as a sign and head back home to brainstorm our next adventure. We ended up eating cereal and watching TV.
SATURDAY
My Dad woke us up. "There's a bunch of kayaks racing in the channel! Wanna come watch?" We stumble out of bed and walk to the channel where the kayaks are, only a couple yards from the cannery where we were last night. The only requirement in the race was muscle power. One guy used his arms to paddle, another guy had one leg! It was epic.
Next was the caucus. It was held in my old high school. Each area of La Conner was split up in groups according to where you live. Mine was in the gym. My Old Man, Matt, and I sat in the back like cool kids, Tom Robbins took a seat by us, obviously gravitated by our coolness. The leader opened the floor to anyone to speak for Hilary Clinton......nothing. Now for Obama. I looked around, then shot my hand up. I went down in front of the bleachers and explained why I support Obama. "I support Obama for a few simple reasons, I believe in his policy on the Iraq War, I do not believe in this war, my next concerns are health care and education. I come from a working class family and it would be nice to see some health care." I broke the ice, I was followed by a bunch of Obama supporters and a few Clinton ones. The delegate break down came to 7 Obama, 1 Clinton. We split up and nominated people as delegates. My Dad nominated me. All the nominees went up together said there name and what they wanted. I didn't know what the hell I was getting myself into. Anyway I got elected, I looked at the paper, 59 votes more than anybody else. That's pretty cool. So now I'm Delegate for Barack Obama of La Conner, WA. So on April 12th I go back to the County Caucus or something. I'm excited about this, I want to kick ass at it. I was joking with my Dad about starting a career in politics, become mayor of La Conner, then a senator, finally a run for president. Well I can dream can't I.
That night, when Donovan got off work we went back to The Cannery to find his stuff. We were found it without any close calls. Then Donovan had to get a paycheck at the Fire Dept. which is next to a sea cave. The tide happened to be out, our next adventure was upon us. We charged across the beach through the slippery seaweed and sharp barnacles. Matt was falling behind, he's used to his soft sandy beaches in California. He mentioned his worry of "Rouge Waves!" To that I explained our geographic location to ease his fear. We found the cave. Next came the tradition of going to the sea cave, once you get to the end of it you take a pee in it. All three of us made our marks then left the stormy seaside. Anacortes was next on the list. We went to the Donut House, they have French Curlers with pick icing there! The best thing the French ever did. We finished the night off driving around and going to a park by the marina, where Matt found a mysterious can of beer (Coors Light) unopened. Matt and Donovan shared the gift form the heavens. Donovan also managed to hit on a statue that night.
SUNDAY
The Old Man and I stressfully filled out my FAFSA. Lets hope it went through smoothly. Sometimes it pays to be poor. I hope I get the same help I did this year. I also plan to live off campus which will be tougher money wise.
We drove back.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Adventure to Home!
Matt and I will be heading to La Conner tomorrow for the weekend.
ETA is about 2:30 Friday
ETD sometime Sunday
Agenda:
Fly down I-5 blast' n skate town music and drinking Gatorade.
Park, maybe put in some laundry.
Give him the tour of town.
Eat.
??????????????
Donovan gets off work @ 10ish
Nighttime Urban Exploring
Sleep?? Hot Pockets.
Hang out with the Old Man
Caucus for Obama
Figure out my FAFSA................not skate town
make up for un-skate town activities
Shoot guns with Donovan
Anancortes
More Exploring and adventuring fueled by pizza and Gatorade
Back to Evergreen
ETA is about 2:30 Friday
ETD sometime Sunday
Agenda:
Fly down I-5 blast' n skate town music and drinking Gatorade.
Park, maybe put in some laundry.
Give him the tour of town.
Eat.
??????????????
Donovan gets off work @ 10ish
Nighttime Urban Exploring
Sleep?? Hot Pockets.
Hang out with the Old Man
Caucus for Obama
Figure out my FAFSA................not skate town
make up for un-skate town activities
Shoot guns with Donovan
Anancortes
More Exploring and adventuring fueled by pizza and Gatorade
Back to Evergreen
Monday, February 4, 2008
When Everything Looks to be Gloom, Just Yell
The New York Giants won the Super Bowl!
I don't think much of you reading this cares, but this was one of the greatest Super Bowls of all time. What an upset! At the end of the night my voice was almost gone from yelling so much. Every so often I'd look at Jai's face, she just looked at us in awe. Anyway Tasha and I put a cup of coffee at The Reef on the line. A bunch of us went there and I enjoyed my victory cup of coffee.
Underdogs. Everything in the world will seemingly be going the other way, but some how, some where, there will be an underdog there to upset the whole balance.
Being in a play can be fun, but it also bits into my time. Lame.
It's my sisters birthday, better call her.
Back to Jai's face. It's funny how big a role sports plays in human culture. I grew up with football, the Super Bowl was always like a holiday around my house. This has been passed on to me. At Evergreen the majority of people don't care about it. That's different to me. It was really fun to have those who showed up cheering with me. It sucks how liking a certain sport creates a personality you're supposed to fit. If you like football it means you're a backwards hat wearing bro, soccer/hippie and so on. I kinda lost track with what I was trying to say, you get it. Everyone has there on thing and people should just have fun with it.
I'm heading to good Old La Conner this weekend. My buddy Matt Louvy Louvitto is probably coming along. It will be fun to so him around my old stomping ground. I feel when I bring my college friends to LC they get a better understanding of who I am.
There's a cigarette
smoldering on the edge
of his drooped lips
eyes squinted hard
making sure the lines are
straight and even
the hum and idle of
the lawnmower create the
monsters roar
tearing green flesh
onto his New Balance
shoes
a forgotten G.I. Joe
is in impending doom
the roar stops
holds it in
his sweaty hand
he his returned to
his fort at the
base of a tree
I don't think much of you reading this cares, but this was one of the greatest Super Bowls of all time. What an upset! At the end of the night my voice was almost gone from yelling so much. Every so often I'd look at Jai's face, she just looked at us in awe. Anyway Tasha and I put a cup of coffee at The Reef on the line. A bunch of us went there and I enjoyed my victory cup of coffee.
Underdogs. Everything in the world will seemingly be going the other way, but some how, some where, there will be an underdog there to upset the whole balance.
Being in a play can be fun, but it also bits into my time. Lame.
It's my sisters birthday, better call her.
Back to Jai's face. It's funny how big a role sports plays in human culture. I grew up with football, the Super Bowl was always like a holiday around my house. This has been passed on to me. At Evergreen the majority of people don't care about it. That's different to me. It was really fun to have those who showed up cheering with me. It sucks how liking a certain sport creates a personality you're supposed to fit. If you like football it means you're a backwards hat wearing bro, soccer/hippie and so on. I kinda lost track with what I was trying to say, you get it. Everyone has there on thing and people should just have fun with it.
I'm heading to good Old La Conner this weekend. My buddy Matt Louvy Louvitto is probably coming along. It will be fun to so him around my old stomping ground. I feel when I bring my college friends to LC they get a better understanding of who I am.
There's a cigarette
smoldering on the edge
of his drooped lips
eyes squinted hard
making sure the lines are
straight and even
the hum and idle of
the lawnmower create the
monsters roar
tearing green flesh
onto his New Balance
shoes
a forgotten G.I. Joe
is in impending doom
the roar stops
holds it in
his sweaty hand
he his returned to
his fort at the
base of a tree
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