I've posted about a cappella stuff a few times before, but today's gonna be short, sweet, and to-the-point about the group I'm in and the project we're currently undertaking.
DEAR WORLD,
I sing in an on-campus a cappella group called Acappology. That's acapp-ology, like the study of a cappella. Not ac-apology, like "I'm sorry" (notice there are two p's in our name!). We were founded in 1994 and we're one of two co-ed groups at our school. We've participated in a bunch of competitions and gotten some really neat honors and awards over the past few years.
Cool, right?
Well, duh! The only less-than-cool part is that we're not school-funded. So any money we make/spend is money that we either 1) raise ourselves, or b) appeal for from our student government. The latter is definitely a help, don't get me wrong, but there are so many great campus groups and organizations that we just can't get that much. Totally understandable. But we gotta have funding to be able to record. I dunno how many of y'all have dealt with recording before, but that ish is anything but cheap o.O
So we just launched a Kickstarter! Here's the link:
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/acappology/help-fund-acappologys-next-ep-0?ref=live
It's got more info about nifty shtuffs we've done, as well as links to our website and some of our songs (which are also available on iTunes!). Or you can Google us. Or check us out on Facebook. Or Twitter. Or YouTube. I think that's it... (ALL THE MEDIA THINGS!)
So next time you're doing your laundry and find loose change in your pockets, and you're like "dang, loose change is so inconvenient. And what in the world can I burn $1.17 on? Air. Or 4 1/2 wishes. But that's it." STOP! BECAUSE YOU'RE WRONG! Whip out your phone of smarticles or fly to the nearest computer and head to our Kickstarter.
Send us your unwanted laundry change! We'll love it forever! Be that person who donates the awkward amount of cents. Because you know there's always that person who's like "$25.22," or any other illogical amount of change... And no one understands but everyone loves them. It's true.
Okayanyway, sorry that got a little lengthy. Basically, look us up, and if you like us (and feel so moved), send us a dollar. Or even two. Please <3
Kthanks.Iloveyouall |------------------------------thismuch-----------------------------------| !
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
My Favorite Things about Facebook o.O
How they change something about the design or layout every month. It really helps me ensure that my relationship with technology is in tip-top shape.
How it sorts my News Feed by "top stories." I'm not really sure what system you're using, Facebook, but thanks. I didn't know all these miscellaneous people were so important to me. I'm glad you know they've got the real stuff going on.
How it suggests people that I should poke. And how those poke suggestions are definitely never awkward. And how they place the exit x and the "poke" options so close together. It helps with my mouse-control skills and general dexterity.
How I have to go through my profile pictures individually to set them to private. No, it's cool. I totally wanted to world to be able to stalk me. Speaking of...
How it totally condones stalking. It's helping me with my verbal filter and my lying skills, so that I don't get caught in that awkward moment of "how did you know that about me?" "I overheard you talking to ____ about it" (aka "because I stalked you on Facebook, homez... duh.")
How it marks messages as "seen." So that if I'm ignoring someone on chat or messaging, I have to do it like a real ninja. (Don't you dare judge me, you know you do it too!)
How it allows me to edit my comment. And then displays to everyone the fact that I edited my comment. And gives them the option of viewing it. So that everyone can laugh at my typo. Just building character and whatnot.
How it takes a miracle to find anything using the Search bar. It helps teach me to be less reliant upon the Facebook interwebs.
How it sends me fake notifications. And then deletes them or changes the number and tells me I made it up so that I then go back and count to make sure I'm not crazy. It exercises my numerical skills.
How it links to people's Twitters and Instagrams. So that I can see all those statuses and photos twice. It helps me stay 200% more up-to-date on what's running through her mind these present five seconds and exactly what type of coffee he's drinking and what their lunches look like.
How people get into fights via the comments section. 'Nuff said.
How it sorts my News Feed by "top stories." I'm not really sure what system you're using, Facebook, but thanks. I didn't know all these miscellaneous people were so important to me. I'm glad you know they've got the real stuff going on.
How it suggests people that I should poke. And how those poke suggestions are definitely never awkward. And how they place the exit x and the "poke" options so close together. It helps with my mouse-control skills and general dexterity.
How I have to go through my profile pictures individually to set them to private. No, it's cool. I totally wanted to world to be able to stalk me. Speaking of...
How it totally condones stalking. It's helping me with my verbal filter and my lying skills, so that I don't get caught in that awkward moment of "how did you know that about me?" "I overheard you talking to ____ about it" (aka "because I stalked you on Facebook, homez... duh.")
How it marks messages as "seen." So that if I'm ignoring someone on chat or messaging, I have to do it like a real ninja. (Don't you dare judge me, you know you do it too!)
How it allows me to edit my comment. And then displays to everyone the fact that I edited my comment. And gives them the option of viewing it. So that everyone can laugh at my typo. Just building character and whatnot.
How it takes a miracle to find anything using the Search bar. It helps teach me to be less reliant upon the Facebook interwebs.
How it sends me fake notifications. And then deletes them or changes the number and tells me I made it up so that I then go back and count to make sure I'm not crazy. It exercises my numerical skills.
How it links to people's Twitters and Instagrams. So that I can see all those statuses and photos twice. It helps me stay 200% more up-to-date on what's running through her mind these present five seconds and exactly what type of coffee he's drinking and what their lunches look like.
How people get into fights via the comments section. 'Nuff said.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
The Hipster Challenge
Yesterday, (Thursday) I was indirectly challenged to spend my Saturday afternoon (tomorrow) being a hipster. We have this great hipster coffee shop right off campus that we occasionally walk to. Well, the mention of coffee came up and then one thing led to another and somewhere the phrase "can we wear our hipster camo?" came into play and then before we knew it (and obviously before it was mainstream) Hipst-urday (see what I did there?) was a thing, and we were mentally sorting our clothes by degrees of obscurity and mainstreamity (sure, it's a word...).
So I did my research and consulted some hipster friends (special thanks to Shaunuk for his many helpful suggestions!) and then raided my closet, which fortunately contains the strangest assortment of clothes known to mankind. It's also fortunate that I did laundry this morning, because a few of my now key hipster items were dirty up until twelve hours ago. The hipster gods must be smiling on me. ("The hipster gods?" you say? Yeah, they're a thing. Pretty new, pretty underground. I wouldn't expect you to know about them.)
So the plan is to go sit in a coffee shop and do hipster-ish activities. Sketching. Reading. Staying up-to-date on all the fancy electronics. (Okay, really fast, someone explain to me why hipsters have such a fascination with technology and gadgets and ish. That's one of their things, right? But isn't all of that stuff sooo incredibly mainstream? Since it's mainstream for a hipster to dislike mainstream things, does that mean that for a hipster to like something mainstream, they're furthering their hipster status of being anti-mainstream? [How did the hipster die?! He drowned in the mainstream.]) Taking artistic pictures of the coffee cup. From eight different angles. Of course. If I had a smart phone I'd definitely Instagram all over the place, (how much does a hipster weigh? An Insta-gram.) but, alas, no smart phone. Just a poser Blackberry.
Forreal though. Frederick, my phone, tries real hard to convince people he's a Blackberry.
Sorry, bud... maybe someday.
Oh, and homework. Do hipsters do homework? Or, do they do homework in public places like normal college students? (Just how wide is the mainstream?)
So that's what my weekend is looking like. All you other people should go out and celebrate Hipst-urday. Maybe we'll make it an official thing. The fourth Saturday of every month can be Hipst-urday. But then it might become popular. Wow, this hipster life is so complicated...
Oh yeah, I almost forgot! Special shout-out to Jill and David for making suggestions in regards to my hipster outfit. It was super helpful and even more super fun. Also, I love you guys, but I'm not wearing what you told me to wear. I think I'm keeping like, three things. Good try though. I still support you, David!
And super lastly, I'll try to provide some photo documentary of Catherine Chaney: Hipster Edition. Maybe those pictures will appear sometime early next week.
Whatever you decide to do with your Saturday, I hope it's as awesome as I expect mine to be! But like, unique awesome, not typical awesome... or something like that. (Nahbutreally, I don't know how long I can keep this up)
So I did my research and consulted some hipster friends (special thanks to Shaunuk for his many helpful suggestions!) and then raided my closet, which fortunately contains the strangest assortment of clothes known to mankind. It's also fortunate that I did laundry this morning, because a few of my now key hipster items were dirty up until twelve hours ago. The hipster gods must be smiling on me. ("The hipster gods?" you say? Yeah, they're a thing. Pretty new, pretty underground. I wouldn't expect you to know about them.)
So the plan is to go sit in a coffee shop and do hipster-ish activities. Sketching. Reading. Staying up-to-date on all the fancy electronics. (Okay, really fast, someone explain to me why hipsters have such a fascination with technology and gadgets and ish. That's one of their things, right? But isn't all of that stuff sooo incredibly mainstream? Since it's mainstream for a hipster to dislike mainstream things, does that mean that for a hipster to like something mainstream, they're furthering their hipster status of being anti-mainstream? [How did the hipster die?! He drowned in the mainstream.]) Taking artistic pictures of the coffee cup. From eight different angles. Of course. If I had a smart phone I'd definitely Instagram all over the place, (how much does a hipster weigh? An Insta-gram.) but, alas, no smart phone. Just a poser Blackberry.
Forreal though. Frederick, my phone, tries real hard to convince people he's a Blackberry.
Sorry, bud... maybe someday.
Oh, and homework. Do hipsters do homework? Or, do they do homework in public places like normal college students? (Just how wide is the mainstream?)
So that's what my weekend is looking like. All you other people should go out and celebrate Hipst-urday. Maybe we'll make it an official thing. The fourth Saturday of every month can be Hipst-urday. But then it might become popular. Wow, this hipster life is so complicated...
Oh yeah, I almost forgot! Special shout-out to Jill and David for making suggestions in regards to my hipster outfit. It was super helpful and even more super fun. Also, I love you guys, but I'm not wearing what you told me to wear. I think I'm keeping like, three things. Good try though. I still support you, David!
And super lastly, I'll try to provide some photo documentary of Catherine Chaney: Hipster Edition. Maybe those pictures will appear sometime early next week.
Whatever you decide to do with your Saturday, I hope it's as awesome as I expect mine to be! But like, unique awesome, not typical awesome... or something like that. (Nahbutreally, I don't know how long I can keep this up)
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