Been listening to a lot of George Winston lately; that and the old timey stylings of Jelly Roll Morton and Fats Waller. Apparently my musical tastes have shifted once again, although this time I'm unsure of where exactly they've gone to. Usually when this happens I tend to resume my love affair with trance or techno, but I think this time I'll stay one step ahead of myself and jump right into some nice acid jazz. Take that self!
Continuing on with the music theme, my last girlfriend got me into the whole indie scene, although not like the lame indie scene that shares a great deal with the lame emo scene, but more of the kinda cool, not really all that indie, but still indie enough to know this band from that, indie scene. For about a year or so I've bummed around that part of the music industry, the Arcade Fire, Rilo Kiley (although I heard a Rilo Kiley song on 105.1 the other day, how weird), the Shins, etc, but it's quickly starting to get old. Other than maybe the above musings though, I'm uncertain of what else to look in regards to music. A few of my old indie friends got into some underground rap, maybe I should follow suit? I can't really see myself listening to much of that, although boy it'd do wonders for my street cred.
Ultimate lately has been pretty good. We've had a lot of turnout for these last few practices as well, a surprisingly large turnout actually, 20+ people this last practice. Other than our ill-fated scrimmage against CLX + a few other of those ISUC chumps, our team has been looking pretty solid (partly due to the aforementioned turnout and last minute additions to the team). We're still making a lot of mistakes and trying to get into the groove of our ho-stack, but I think we'll be able to get it together in time for Madison. We have a lot of talent on the team through Greg, Dunlay, Tai and J-Mis among a few others, so it's not that we don't have the ability, we just for some reason haven't quite clicked yet. Hopefully some of the players from this last scrimmage have some tips for things we need to work on, I'll leave it to them to give any further opinions.
Only a few more days left of this summer though; I'm starting to feel those first few pricks of wanderlust. Not only will I be able to start packing up and getting ready to move into my new dorm room, but Ali's coming back on the 14th! I'm all kinds of excited. Visiting her out in Maine was the highlight of my summer; her coming back will probably complete it. FYI for my friends and relations, from the 14th to the 17th I will be incommunicado, I hope that won't cause any problems.
This is quickly turning into an eclectic post (randoms even?!), but negotiations were furthered today in regards to UNI ultimate. Terp was at the scrimmage today, we talked a bit afterward about some of the problems that I'll likely encounter during my captaincy. A loss of interest due to lack of commitment, how to try to combat that, etc. I wish UNI were a bigger university, it'd be much easier to go about cultivating an ultimate program with a slightly larger student base.
I mostly included that last sentence so I could use the subjunctive tense properly in a sentence. Excuse me for a moment while I bask in my own greatness.
Yeap. Later in the night I ended up going to Stomping Grounds to work a bit on my plans for UNI. They've been progressing well, although I'm getting to the point where I can't really plan much more out. A lot of the major decisions will depend on the team and the amount of enthusiasm they show. I should probably stop thinking about it and let it play out.
Terp took me aside late during the game. Making conversation I asked him what he thought about ISUC practice, his reply? "Man. Iain, I've been enlightened."
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Saturday, August 4, 2007
What I was really pulling for was more of a dark mauve actually
I was listening to NPR on the drive back from Cedar Falls the other day. It was during a short interlude bridging the gap from the soft jazz of the 1900s to a modern piano concerto that a thought occurred to me. The feeling that as long as those soft-spoken, slightly graying voices just kept on narrating, kept on carefully enunciating the names of countless foreign composers and their masterpieces; all would be right with the world.
It was the perfect capstone to an otherwise slightly aggravating journey. You see, I was freshly off of having tried to convince the rest of UNIPUC of the plethora of changes needed for the upcoming year. Feelings of serenity and peace were in short supply that night.
The change of insignia and name were accepted fairly quickly, but for some reason they firmly resisted any sort of change in the color scheme of our jerseys. Apparently purple is such a magical and awe-inspiring color that, given the choice, it will trump every single other color devised of by man, save a more brilliant form of it.
Luckily, after about 2-3 hours of discussion, light blue and dark red were finally accepted for our separate jersey colors, although not without the requisite wailing and gnashing of teeth. My only fear now is that I will soon have to do it all over again, during the actual team meeting. Curse purple and the sway it holds over my teammates!
Really all that was accomplished on my trip, other than the very fine dining given to us by our local Hu Hot, was the realization that I'm going to have to make every single decision on this team. From those minor jersey color decisions, to the choice of our offense, I'm really the only person on the team with enough experience to choose. It occurs to me that this is much more of a daunting task than I originally anticipated.
And I haven't even started the paperwork yet.
Edit: Although naturally all of my decisions/ideas would be given to the team for approval beforehand. What, you think I'm some sort of despot or somethin'?!
It was the perfect capstone to an otherwise slightly aggravating journey. You see, I was freshly off of having tried to convince the rest of UNIPUC of the plethora of changes needed for the upcoming year. Feelings of serenity and peace were in short supply that night.
The change of insignia and name were accepted fairly quickly, but for some reason they firmly resisted any sort of change in the color scheme of our jerseys. Apparently purple is such a magical and awe-inspiring color that, given the choice, it will trump every single other color devised of by man, save a more brilliant form of it.
Luckily, after about 2-3 hours of discussion, light blue and dark red were finally accepted for our separate jersey colors, although not without the requisite wailing and gnashing of teeth. My only fear now is that I will soon have to do it all over again, during the actual team meeting. Curse purple and the sway it holds over my teammates!
Really all that was accomplished on my trip, other than the very fine dining given to us by our local Hu Hot, was the realization that I'm going to have to make every single decision on this team. From those minor jersey color decisions, to the choice of our offense, I'm really the only person on the team with enough experience to choose. It occurs to me that this is much more of a daunting task than I originally anticipated.
And I haven't even started the paperwork yet.
Edit: Although naturally all of my decisions/ideas would be given to the team for approval beforehand. What, you think I'm some sort of despot or somethin'?!
Mid-college crisis: major dilemmas
In middle school one of my teachers once posed the question "What is history?" He was asking the wrong question. Why history?
Why study what occurred at the Battle of Hastings in 1066? Why does it matter who was present, who won? What does that information give you? Do we owe those of the past some small pittance for the things they witnessed, the events they helped found?
Does history have a purpose?
Clearly it's not to prevent us from past mistakes, otherwise humanity would have achieved perfection a long time ago. So what then, should history be relegated to the demesne of scholars and intellectuals? Is history just another exercise in mental fellatio over the less knowledgeable man?
What would life be without history?
Details. History brings us details, colors to the world. History gives us hope. The knowledge that somewhere, somehow in our existence there has been progress toward the betterment of mankind.
So what then does it make me? The lone keeper of secrets that tends to the knowledge of the past? The gnarled ancient figure that steps out from the shadows when all seems lost, only to teach the protagonist the secret and solitary weakness of his arch-villain?
Perhaps I should change my major to something that'll work out a bit better in the short term.
Why study what occurred at the Battle of Hastings in 1066? Why does it matter who was present, who won? What does that information give you? Do we owe those of the past some small pittance for the things they witnessed, the events they helped found?
Does history have a purpose?
Clearly it's not to prevent us from past mistakes, otherwise humanity would have achieved perfection a long time ago. So what then, should history be relegated to the demesne of scholars and intellectuals? Is history just another exercise in mental fellatio over the less knowledgeable man?
What would life be without history?
Details. History brings us details, colors to the world. History gives us hope. The knowledge that somewhere, somehow in our existence there has been progress toward the betterment of mankind.
So what then does it make me? The lone keeper of secrets that tends to the knowledge of the past? The gnarled ancient figure that steps out from the shadows when all seems lost, only to teach the protagonist the secret and solitary weakness of his arch-villain?
Perhaps I should change my major to something that'll work out a bit better in the short term.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Digression! Digression!
These past few weeks have been a hectic lot for the family Wilson. Irrationally deemed unfit to house a grandmother of 80-something, the Wilson Flat has been undergoing an excessively drastic, and equally hasty, overhaul. Being the last active member of the family capable of astonishing feats of strength and skill, I have been tasked with the majority of these overhauls.
The heavy lifting, the careful maneuvering and the inevitable and tragic deep cleaning bother me little, but the painting. Oh how I loathe the painting.
In the beginning I was excited! But I was young, naive even. I was content to wile my days away painting a house, for I was a clever person with quite a clever plan. "Why," I said to myself, rubbing my hands with glee, "if Tom Sawyer could whitewash a fence and have fun, what's to stop me from having the time of my life painting and entire house?!"
Well you see, it seems that when Mark Twain first penned Tom Sawyer it was in an era much different from today. Children in Mark Twain's time were constantly embarking on madcap adventures, repeatedly faked their own deaths, spoke in a constant southern drawl, and, above all else, were incredibly gullible. But we now live in a new, much more painful era. The children in Twain's time certainly weren't incredibly fluent in martial arts. Nor were they ever in possession of a cell phone with which to immediately and conveniently contact the police. And they positively had no such inklings of how to abuse the vague wording of the child labor laws of the 1930s to apply to the unlawful acquisition of whitewashing employees.
God damn Flynn Effect.
Luckily, the house and its unrelenting grip upon my free time will soon be over. All that's left for tomorrow are a few touch ups of yellow, a base coat of white on the hard to reach spots near the roof and the final coat of chocolate cherry (yum!) on the trim. The incredible amount of satisfaction that I will soon feel spurs me onward. A lesser man would've died long ago. But I am no lesser man.
I am a man, who when explaining things, quickly and predictably spirals downward into the abyss of colorful language and blatant hyperbole. I am a man who says to himself, "well then, now that that Mark Twain tangent is over, I can resume writing normally," only to immediately return back to his narrative styling to start yet another story. I am no lesser man.
After all, what sort of lesser man would be so dedicated to catching an overthrown huck, that he would eventually half lay-out, half sprint directly into a pole, and subsequently have a humorous set of artistic renderings made to detail his path to glory? I'm going to venture a guess here and say not many.
A brief side note, today my mom and I decided to plunge headfirst into the dangerous waters of pesto sauce and noodles. My consensus? Quite tasty actually, I'm unsure of why exactly it took me so long to go about sampling what pesto sauce had to offer. I also wish I knew what exactly was in pesto sauce so I could avoid any chance of being incredibly sickened by the ingredients in some sort of humorous fashion (see also the okra-jalapeño debacle).
Returning back to the original topic (the remodeling the house one, not the whole lesser man thing), the house actually looks pretty respectable now. After living in the unkempt wasteland for so long, it's a nice change to see it all clean. Ahh cleanliness and order, how I've missed you.
The current tally for the great house reorganization '07 so far: repainted exterior, three walls of one room primed and painted, wood flooring laid down in the aforementioned room complete with decorations on both the wall and floor, an absurd amount of cleaning throughout the house and I think some other things that I can't really remember and probably aren't all that important to this list. Considering my father's been gone over half the month of July, and both my mom and I work part-time, I'm quite pleased with our progress.
Here's hoping my grandmother still has her eyesight.
The heavy lifting, the careful maneuvering and the inevitable and tragic deep cleaning bother me little, but the painting. Oh how I loathe the painting.
In the beginning I was excited! But I was young, naive even. I was content to wile my days away painting a house, for I was a clever person with quite a clever plan. "Why," I said to myself, rubbing my hands with glee, "if Tom Sawyer could whitewash a fence and have fun, what's to stop me from having the time of my life painting and entire house?!"
Well you see, it seems that when Mark Twain first penned Tom Sawyer it was in an era much different from today. Children in Mark Twain's time were constantly embarking on madcap adventures, repeatedly faked their own deaths, spoke in a constant southern drawl, and, above all else, were incredibly gullible. But we now live in a new, much more painful era. The children in Twain's time certainly weren't incredibly fluent in martial arts. Nor were they ever in possession of a cell phone with which to immediately and conveniently contact the police. And they positively had no such inklings of how to abuse the vague wording of the child labor laws of the 1930s to apply to the unlawful acquisition of whitewashing employees.
God damn Flynn Effect.
Luckily, the house and its unrelenting grip upon my free time will soon be over. All that's left for tomorrow are a few touch ups of yellow, a base coat of white on the hard to reach spots near the roof and the final coat of chocolate cherry (yum!) on the trim. The incredible amount of satisfaction that I will soon feel spurs me onward. A lesser man would've died long ago. But I am no lesser man.
I am a man, who when explaining things, quickly and predictably spirals downward into the abyss of colorful language and blatant hyperbole. I am a man who says to himself, "well then, now that that Mark Twain tangent is over, I can resume writing normally," only to immediately return back to his narrative styling to start yet another story. I am no lesser man.
After all, what sort of lesser man would be so dedicated to catching an overthrown huck, that he would eventually half lay-out, half sprint directly into a pole, and subsequently have a humorous set of artistic renderings made to detail his path to glory? I'm going to venture a guess here and say not many.
A brief side note, today my mom and I decided to plunge headfirst into the dangerous waters of pesto sauce and noodles. My consensus? Quite tasty actually, I'm unsure of why exactly it took me so long to go about sampling what pesto sauce had to offer. I also wish I knew what exactly was in pesto sauce so I could avoid any chance of being incredibly sickened by the ingredients in some sort of humorous fashion (see also the okra-jalapeño debacle).
Returning back to the original topic (the remodeling the house one, not the whole lesser man thing), the house actually looks pretty respectable now. After living in the unkempt wasteland for so long, it's a nice change to see it all clean. Ahh cleanliness and order, how I've missed you.
The current tally for the great house reorganization '07 so far: repainted exterior, three walls of one room primed and painted, wood flooring laid down in the aforementioned room complete with decorations on both the wall and floor, an absurd amount of cleaning throughout the house and I think some other things that I can't really remember and probably aren't all that important to this list. Considering my father's been gone over half the month of July, and both my mom and I work part-time, I'm quite pleased with our progress.
Here's hoping my grandmother still has her eyesight.
Monday, July 30, 2007
People Watchin'
It seems everyone of late, when searching for a name to label their latest artistic tour de force of a photo album, encounter some sort of insurmountable obstacle. An obstacle so monolithic in proportion that it utterly obscures any sort of feeble attempt towards appellation. But lo! In a flash of prolific insight they stumble upon the name "randoms" as the quintessential answer to their creative needs.
Who started this? Why would you start this? Why would you name your album "randoms" as opposed to something more descriptive? And most importantly, why was I not notified of this sooner?
Who started this? Why would you start this? Why would you name your album "randoms" as opposed to something more descriptive? And most importantly, why was I not notified of this sooner?
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Well now that I have expectations, it's only natural to break them
Ahh books, one of my great pastimes. I've read many a book in my day and age. As a child I absolutely devoured books, enough that my teachers didn't know what to do with me. I had a college reading level by the time 3rd grade rolled around, I suppose that might have played a small part in it.
Like all things I've gone through different genres in phases. Somewhere out upon the fringes of my memory I vaguely recall reading a vast amount of Hardy Boys books as a child. Merely whetting my appetite for the fantastical, this eventually developed into a hearty proclivity for horror and fantasy works. Places like Xanth, Amber and Deva were my stomping grounds for the majority of my teenage years, even up to the very cusp of my high school shenanigans. Although once there, my teachers firmly instilled unto me a righteous taste for the hegemony of great novels and the authors thereof.
My fellow peers reacted with apprehension and eventual abhorrence towards an aging man and the woes entailed by his frailty and years. The sea was a harsh mistress, our young minds were told, although one easily surpassed by the committee that required the book for all freshman English courses. Myself, I sat enraptured by the novel, unable to articulate the tremendous flood of emotions that were pouring forth from me. Naturally, in the interest of jockeying for position on the social ladder, I concealed my predilection for fear of ridicule (What?! You like Hemingway? Iain's a misogynist! Iain's a misogynist! ). However, from that point on I knew that the classics were my fodder, and my free time my...giant mouth with which to eat them.
I fear that I'm beginning to start scraping the barrel in regards to books to read at the rate that I'm going these days, although I'm sure once school starts up I'll slow down again. I'm just making up for lost time anyway, nothing to be worried about. Over the school year I think I only read one non-required book for reading, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, but with a multitude of history classes and an English class to boot, I had my hands full otherwise. Easily the main highlight on the literature spectrum from that year was the discovery of What's Eating Gilbert Grape. Our focus for my English class was Iowan literature, which subsequently turns out to be a bit sparse in regards to classics, albeit moderately interesting overall. Although I certainly didn't expect such an amazing book as Gilbert Grape. J.D. Salinger-esque would be the best way to put my summary of that book. By far one of my favorite books in the last few years.
Side note: I feel like I shouldn't refer to my college courses as classes, they just sound so uninspiring. From now discourses of utmost distinction for me and only discourses of the utmost distinction.
Most of the rest of the works given to us by our English professor were fairly uninteresting, although did you know that there was not only a book, but a play and a movie written about our dear Iowa State Fair? The mind boggles. My prof. did inspire me enough to try out Shoeless Joe, the basis for Field of Dreams, though. I felt the need to expand my literary horizons. Well Dr. Broz I did. And now I'm unexpanding them.
All of this leads up to my current book list for the summer of '07. I've been quite busy it seems, considering how ultimate has been consuming my life lately. Most of these were read in a flurry of activity both before and after my trip to Maine. It seems, based upon my rankings, that I have a taste for dystopian novels, although the mood of the ending apparently makes no difference to me.
I'll spare you my layman's reviewing skills: on to the list!
Ranked in order of relative unadulterated awesomeness:
A Clockwork Orange
1984
Life of Pi
For Whom the Bell Tolls
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
On the Road
Shoeless Joe
Up next, Fahrenheit 451 and the veritable tome that is Don Quixote, wish me luck.
Like all things I've gone through different genres in phases. Somewhere out upon the fringes of my memory I vaguely recall reading a vast amount of Hardy Boys books as a child. Merely whetting my appetite for the fantastical, this eventually developed into a hearty proclivity for horror and fantasy works. Places like Xanth, Amber and Deva were my stomping grounds for the majority of my teenage years, even up to the very cusp of my high school shenanigans. Although once there, my teachers firmly instilled unto me a righteous taste for the hegemony of great novels and the authors thereof.
My fellow peers reacted with apprehension and eventual abhorrence towards an aging man and the woes entailed by his frailty and years. The sea was a harsh mistress, our young minds were told, although one easily surpassed by the committee that required the book for all freshman English courses. Myself, I sat enraptured by the novel, unable to articulate the tremendous flood of emotions that were pouring forth from me. Naturally, in the interest of jockeying for position on the social ladder, I concealed my predilection for fear of ridicule (What?! You like Hemingway? Iain's a misogynist! Iain's a misogynist! ). However, from that point on I knew that the classics were my fodder, and my free time my...giant mouth with which to eat them.
I fear that I'm beginning to start scraping the barrel in regards to books to read at the rate that I'm going these days, although I'm sure once school starts up I'll slow down again. I'm just making up for lost time anyway, nothing to be worried about. Over the school year I think I only read one non-required book for reading, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, but with a multitude of history classes and an English class to boot, I had my hands full otherwise. Easily the main highlight on the literature spectrum from that year was the discovery of What's Eating Gilbert Grape. Our focus for my English class was Iowan literature, which subsequently turns out to be a bit sparse in regards to classics, albeit moderately interesting overall. Although I certainly didn't expect such an amazing book as Gilbert Grape. J.D. Salinger-esque would be the best way to put my summary of that book. By far one of my favorite books in the last few years.
Side note: I feel like I shouldn't refer to my college courses as classes, they just sound so uninspiring. From now discourses of utmost distinction for me and only discourses of the utmost distinction.
Most of the rest of the works given to us by our English professor were fairly uninteresting, although did you know that there was not only a book, but a play and a movie written about our dear Iowa State Fair? The mind boggles. My prof. did inspire me enough to try out Shoeless Joe, the basis for Field of Dreams, though. I felt the need to expand my literary horizons. Well Dr. Broz I did. And now I'm unexpanding them.
All of this leads up to my current book list for the summer of '07. I've been quite busy it seems, considering how ultimate has been consuming my life lately. Most of these were read in a flurry of activity both before and after my trip to Maine. It seems, based upon my rankings, that I have a taste for dystopian novels, although the mood of the ending apparently makes no difference to me.
I'll spare you my layman's reviewing skills: on to the list!
Ranked in order of relative unadulterated awesomeness:
A Clockwork Orange
1984
Life of Pi
For Whom the Bell Tolls
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
On the Road
Shoeless Joe
Up next, Fahrenheit 451 and the veritable tome that is Don Quixote, wish me luck.
Friday, July 27, 2007
UNI Ultimate, Codename: LEGUME
I've delayed committing these ideas down on paper for two days now, so I feel like I should before I forget them. Most of these came from a think tank session between myself, "Driven" Nelson, Ying, and Dunlay, so any commentary is welcome. I have yet to bounce any of these off of Terp or Cartier, or the team for that matter, but I don't really feel like many of the players at UNI are as into Ultimate as I am, so I don't think they'll have many qualms.
First of all, UNIPUC needs jerseys. Badly. We're currently sporting some sort of pseudo-attitude tee as our jersey of choice, that needs to be replaced. I'm fairly certain Patagonia would most likely be who I'd be looking to for jerseys, everything that I've seen I've liked, and the other companies I haven't been too sure about. I'm unsure of when exactly to buy the jerseys, I want the players that wear them to be loyal to the team and not the iffy people that come once every two weeks or so. I was setting a tentative date as a month after Grinnell or so, that way I'll be able to see who's willing to at least give up time for a tournament and any of the people that don't like the atmosphere can peel off.
Anyway, the jerseys. I think we finally agreed upon most likely a blood red color (I'm sure a lot of teams use it, but it's so cool!) and a metallic gold, or if that's not a suitable choice for a color, probably the next blue up from Carolina Blue. I was aiming for an aquamarine or maybe even a turquoise blue/green, but getting that metallic gold would definitely be my first choice. (These all being jersey base colors). You just don't see something like that ever, but I suppose that could be due to the fact that it's not possible to make. Writing on the respective colors would be gold for red, red for gold, etc. For blue either black or white? We were unsure about that. Definitely not orange though, that was a resounding no. Complimentary colors are apparently a no go with blue/orange.
Looking at the jersey options from the Patagonia website I think I'd be leaning towards Marina blue/black print and then Chili red if there's the chance of having gold print, otherwise crimson/black. Naturally this all depends on what the team thinks, but those two colors both match what I had in mind.
Now the big problem, insignia. After a mid-this-post outing to Cafe Milo / the Boheme, Ying and I tried to brainstorm some ideas on what to do about it. We narrowed it down to a good six, although our last two are a little iffy.
1. (Inside joke) One of the dragons from Bubble Bobble - his head open (a la gameplay) while creating a few bubbles, the number would be inside the largest one.
2. Panther version I: A stern looking panther, complete with cane, monocle and top hat, looking disapprovingly upon the rest of the ultimate masses.
3. A Tony the Tiger / Captain America panther (Thumbs up, soldier!).
4. An envelope asking "Sectionals...?" with a large red DENIED stamped over it
5. (Stretching for ideas here): Bagheera from the Jungle Book
6. Pink Panther!
I feel like we'll probably go with 2 or 3, but man would 1 or 4 be amazing. If only.
There's probably also the slight chance that we have some artistic geniuses on our team that could pull out a spiffy looking symbol like ISUC's, but that would be a very slight chance. Mike Lun, where are you in our great hour of need?!
First of all, UNIPUC needs jerseys. Badly. We're currently sporting some sort of pseudo-attitude tee as our jersey of choice, that needs to be replaced. I'm fairly certain Patagonia would most likely be who I'd be looking to for jerseys, everything that I've seen I've liked, and the other companies I haven't been too sure about. I'm unsure of when exactly to buy the jerseys, I want the players that wear them to be loyal to the team and not the iffy people that come once every two weeks or so. I was setting a tentative date as a month after Grinnell or so, that way I'll be able to see who's willing to at least give up time for a tournament and any of the people that don't like the atmosphere can peel off.
Anyway, the jerseys. I think we finally agreed upon most likely a blood red color (I'm sure a lot of teams use it, but it's so cool!) and a metallic gold, or if that's not a suitable choice for a color, probably the next blue up from Carolina Blue. I was aiming for an aquamarine or maybe even a turquoise blue/green, but getting that metallic gold would definitely be my first choice. (These all being jersey base colors). You just don't see something like that ever, but I suppose that could be due to the fact that it's not possible to make. Writing on the respective colors would be gold for red, red for gold, etc. For blue either black or white? We were unsure about that. Definitely not orange though, that was a resounding no. Complimentary colors are apparently a no go with blue/orange.
Looking at the jersey options from the Patagonia website I think I'd be leaning towards Marina blue/black print and then Chili red if there's the chance of having gold print, otherwise crimson/black. Naturally this all depends on what the team thinks, but those two colors both match what I had in mind.
Now the big problem, insignia. After a mid-this-post outing to Cafe Milo / the Boheme, Ying and I tried to brainstorm some ideas on what to do about it. We narrowed it down to a good six, although our last two are a little iffy.
1. (Inside joke) One of the dragons from Bubble Bobble - his head open (a la gameplay) while creating a few bubbles, the number would be inside the largest one.
2. Panther version I: A stern looking panther, complete with cane, monocle and top hat, looking disapprovingly upon the rest of the ultimate masses.
3. A Tony the Tiger / Captain America panther (Thumbs up, soldier!).
4. An envelope asking "Sectionals...?" with a large red DENIED stamped over it
5. (Stretching for ideas here): Bagheera from the Jungle Book
6. Pink Panther!
I feel like we'll probably go with 2 or 3, but man would 1 or 4 be amazing. If only.
There's probably also the slight chance that we have some artistic geniuses on our team that could pull out a spiffy looking symbol like ISUC's, but that would be a very slight chance. Mike Lun, where are you in our great hour of need?!
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