i found this pretty interesting:
so i was searching for lyrics by The Decembrists, and I found something that sort of made me laugh...
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I guess it turns out that most people spell their name like
"Decemberists" instead of how I usually say
"Decembrists", which, to me, just seems more correct. I don't really know if it is more correct, but I don't really care to research around and figure it out. plus,
*BONUS*: I like searching on Google and finding myself in the top 3... Anyways, I'm pretty sure that all-music.com spells it my way, so HA! TAKE THAT CORPORATE AMERICA!! um...yeah, or something.
and now, for something completely different:
Okay, so the other day I was looking for Joel and I went into Jordan and Dave's room, and Dave was getting dressed. I asked Jordan if he knew where Joel was and he replied, "Well, if by Joel you mean
'Joel Terpstra', then yes." That was definitely more funny if you were there, I promise, but hey, I bet you read it anyway. You lose. Then when I went back to my room, we had the following conversation...hmm... or maybe you could say we had these conversations concurrently:
BikerJew3
(11:31:33 PM):
to find joel
gstreet4life
(11:31:35 PM):
i came in to tell you
something
BikerJew3
(11:31:35 PM):
you must think like joel
gstreet4life
(11:31:43 PM):
but i forget who it was
BikerJew3
(11:31:49 PM):
for example:
gstreet4life
(11:31:58 PM):
because i terpstra said
something to me
BikerJew3
(11:32:04 PM):
wow, jenna powell is really hot
gstreet4life
(11:32:11 PM):
and that made me want to
stand on your chair
BikerJew3
(11:32:12 PM):
aha! ketler rec!
gstreet4life
(11:32:38 PM):
which, of course, forced out
of my brain all memory of things i want to say to you.
BikerJew3
(11:32:47 PM):
just tell me
gstreet4life
(11:33:41 PM):
oh, don't you worry, i'm
efforting my way to re-memories
BikerJew3
(11:34:07 PM):
effort has never been a verb
gstreet4life
(11:35:25 PM):
that's what you rather
couchly think.
BikerJew3
(11:36:02 PM):
i think it's perfectly cromulent
gstreet4life
(11:36:06 PM):
i've had enough of your
"verbiage versus noun-eries" sensicality.
BikerJew3
(11:36:21 PM):
hey hey
BikerJew3
(11:36:29 PM):
a noble spirit embiggens the
smallest man
gstreet4life
(11:36:36 PM):
hmm
gstreet4life
(11:36:39 PM):
you're right.
gstreet4life
(11:36:49 PM):
you win.
gstreet4life
(11:36:51 PM):
goodnight
BikerJew3
(11:51:52 PM):
goodnight
ooh, my turn!
Okay, so Jordan has this on his blog post for today, so I did it too. You should also.
create your own visited states map
or
write about it on the open travel guide
I sure have been to a heck of a lot of states...my family travels a lot and relocates periodically, I guess. But I guess I haven't been out of America too much--only Canadia and Mexico, and I haven't been too far into either. I suppose I'm one of those people that would rather not travel the world until I'm done travelling America. There's so much great stuff here to see, especially out west, and I haven't got a chance to do all that yet. Why would I ever want to go to Europe or anywhere else? ...well, I guess I would love to tour around Europe and see the old architecture and such. In fact, I'd love to go on the "Reformation Tour" that Dr. Shaefer is leading next year. That would be totally awesome. Too bad that I'm totally broke. oh well, I'll stick to America still.
I think it's time we brought this out to the blog...
Would you rather be David Bowie or David Hasselhoff?
[Leave an answer in the Comments]
this goes out to all the Box 453s in the crowd
It turns out that our trashbin is full. No--not the electronic
mellifluent contraption known as the "Talking Trash-bin."
I know that many of you may be devastated to learn that I no longer have an
3-gallon-size, electric, infrared-sensing beast of a trashcan, but
actually I'd say that it'd be safe to assume that anybody that would be willing
to read my broggy would already know that I no longer room with
Joel "Brian-Barry-turned-me-into-a-freaking-killer-ninja-white-boy / Vulcan"
Thomas. right, so now Joel Boerckel and I live together, and we
don't have actually a trash can, per se. To make up for this trash-bin
deficiency, we recruited an empty printer box. It appears it was once
owned by Erickson, Tyler, who, I believe, is Marc deJeu's roommate whom I've
never met. Then we filled it with trash. Thus began the
Adventures of Box 453.
listening to:
Lynyrd Skynyrd: The Encore Collection...currently playing is Sweet Home Alabama, which seems to carry a certain irony when i hear it. to think back on how as a kid this was one of my favorite songs is almost funny, because i probably would have never imagined living in Birmingham today. sometimes it's strange the way things work.
BTW, I just decided that ironic was not the word that I was looking for in that sentence. definition for irony is something more like "incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs" Perhaps the correct word is 'foreshadow' or maybe 'mystery' is better. whatever.
Nevermind. It's just a good song. and a coincidence.
actually listening to:
The thing is, I wrote that last part a few days ago and never finished the post.
Now I just don't feel like deleting it, even though after reading it again, it
irritates me. so....right now I'm actually listening to a new album by
DJ Danger Mouse...it's pretty
amazing, mostly because of its bi-polar makeup. He took lyrics
from
Jay-Z's
Black Album and beats and hooks from
The Beatles' White Album, mixed it up real good, and came out with
what could not have possibly been named any better--"The Grey Album".
djmixed.com says,
"DJ Danger Mouse explains
that all the music on The Grey Album can be traced back to The White
Album. Every single kick, snare, and chord is taken from the original
Beatles recording." All in all, it's a sweet album, if you like
hip-hop or British wax spinners, I recommend it.
The only hold up is, as
djmixed.com pointed out, "Given its underground street nature, it can
only be found via select hip hop record stores and secret hand shakes."
In Conclusion...Mad massive props (like 15 real big certify-able ones) to
Neil for giving me the down low on his new for 2004 albums...
oooh....I found a piece of a post that I started
while on break but never finished....it's probably not interesting, but I
probably don't care. at any rate, here you go:
"someday it will all make sense"
i've decided that
this post is mostly devoted to Nick Kunkle, also known as Nuck Hankler. but it is in honor of melodrama *ahem*...i mean it is in honor of
Kyle Scarbro.
first, the obligatory AIM conversation (or, in this case, the lack
thereof):
gstreet4life (5:04:52 PM):
i'm....awesome???
Auto response from PogChamp83 (5:04:53 PM):
orange you glad i didn't say banana?
Session concluded at 5:04:53 PM
of course, this was supposed to
illicit a reply from Kyle, but alas, it never does anymore. i'm saddened.
ARK!! i hate these freaking ads that are back on my dad's computer!! now there's this one that comes up over the whole page and refuses to let me access the taskbar! WELL I'M BETTER THAN YOU, YOU DUMB ADVERTISEMENT FOR ANTI-VIRUS PROGRAMS!!!! I KNOW HOW TO CTRL-ALT-DELETE YOUR BUTT AWAY!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!
*ahem*...back to sanity. |
as it turns out, I never got around to talking about mi
compadre, Nick. Someday, I will. because NUCK HANKLER ROCK SOCKS,
AIRPLANES, AND MANDARIN ORANGES. Yep, even those crazy organses...er...oranges.
question for the day:
why do people use God's name in vain?
this question has long plagued my mind. it seems silly to me why His name would even be a rare exclamation, much less a staple
of conversation, as it is in many people's dialogue. (...boy, that sentence
sucked rumpus...oh well, we keep moving on.)
In The Jesus I Never Knew, Phillip Yancey writes,
Today, people even use Jesus' name to curse by. How strange it would sound if, when a businessman missed a golf putt, he yelled, "Thomas Jefferson!" or if a plumber screamed "Mahatma Gandhi!" when his pipe wrench mashed a finger. We cannot get away from this man Jesus.
When I read this line to Jordan, we both thought it was pretty great. Dave "Two-Shot" Terpstra would say,
"That's Classical." John "Nine-shot" Neuch might even
say, "Heck yeah, Bryan Turner!" Ah, (in my typical fashion) I
digress. Moving on again...
MOMENT OF (as they say in 311) ZEN:
Joel: "Is he a freshman?"
Me: "Yes."
Joel, after thinking to himself for a minute: "So, then, it's his first year?"
And after all that ......junk...I leave you with nothing more and nothing less
than what I'm going to call my Lyrics For the Night.
Auto response from
gstreet4life (12:08:24 AM):
and here in Spain i
will be a Spaniard
i will be buried here with my marienettes
Unfortunately,
they are not in fact my lyrics, but The Decembrists' lyrics.
"Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect", which is from their first album,
Castaways and Cutouts. It's yet another album that
Neil (your music connoisseur and
mine) introduced me to. sort of...well, he got me hooked on their newest
album,
On Her Majesty, and I found their older one recently. Anyways, I'm
babbling because I'm tired. Goodnight.
OK, one more thing:
pray for me! ...gotta interview for RA tomorrow afternoon... and pledge
week starts sooner than ever! who know there was this much planning for
Assistant Pledge Master? woohaa.
the end.
BlogThis!
Wackiest Warning Labels EVER: "A CD player carries this unusual warning: 'Do not use the Ultradisc2000 as a projectile in a catapult.'" what else is a catapult good for?!?
ARK! i lost a post. i'm not going to retype it. i've decided to instead go find my paintball gun and shoot the dogs that are barking outside. goodnight
BlogThis!
CNN.com - Top phony pizza names - Dec. 29, 2003: "...And as an example of giving people what they want, the night Saddam Hussein was captured was the biggest tip night of the year. No. 2 was the night Madonna and Britney Spears kissed on the MTV Music Video awards."
something?
projenz99 (2:59:02 PM): give me a random noun
gstreet4life (2:59:22 PM): poop
gstreet4life (2:59:25 PM): i hate it
projenz99 (2:59:54 PM): aw
projenz99 (2:59:59 PM): a different one
gstreet4life (3:00:40 PM): sorry
gstreet4life (3:00:55 PM): donut
projenz99 (3:01:14 PM): okay
projenz99 (3:01:23 PM): I will write in my blog sometime today about donuts
projenz99 (3:01:29 PM): i can't think of anything to write on
gstreet4life (3:01:30 PM): that's nice
projenz99: well
projenz99: ...
projenz99: give me another noun
gstreet4life: no
gstreet4life: use that one
projenz99: ........fiiiiiiine
Dennis Prager: Jimmy Carter: 'Compassion for Mordor': "'When I saw the audience in the movie theater cheer when Orcs were killed, I shuddered,' Mr. Carter said, visibly pained. 'The message of 'Lord of the Rings' is just plain bad."
oh man, i love the Norwese
(Norwese being the people that live in Norwegia). the article that my roommate linked to in his comment yesterday is a fairly interesting...check it out.
oh yeah, i almost forgot. and about the whole LOTR thing. i realized you were right,
Neil and Jordan. what attracted me so much to the movie was that i had already fallen in love with Tolkien's huge imagination and the way his fantasies had such a grande scope. everything, from the map of his made up world to each individual dialect of each of the cultures he fabricated to the amazing back story and history books behind the whole thing....it all just confounded and amazed me that someone could have an imagination bigger than mine. either that or it just amazed me that he had enough time on his hands to write it all out...heh heh.
anyways, what i realized that i love the books. and i do think that Peter Jackson did a wonderful job, and probably the best he possibly could have done in less than 3 years of filming and what will end up being nearly 11 hours of movie. and not just the "recreating an awesome book" aspect of the LOTR movie made it great for me, it was also,
as you said, Neil, "absolutely spectacular at parts - and definitely enjoyable. The scenery and setting of the movie is gorgeous - and the CGI amazes at times." but i agree with you and Jordan.
now, in review: in my post, i said, "ugh... Return of the King is by far the best and most epic movie ever made." yep, now i take that back. i guess it turns out that that was the beginning of the bad funk that i was in at the beginning of this break.
ARK! i just found teh best website ever to make fun of!~!!
"50 Reasons Why LORD OF THE RINGS as they say in America, 'sucks'" hmm...after spending more time looking around, i'm hoping that this site is what "AlasdairJC" thinks it is, as he said on one of the site's messageboards:
This is my first post in these forums, and after reading through them, most of them seem to be ranting about Dr Oxford's article on Lord of the Rings. All I have to say is "YOU STUPID IDIOTS!!!!". That article is so outrageous and silly, it is obvious from the very beginning that it is a comedy , satire article, meant to amuse. It got me laughing. So please, stop being an idiot and posting rebuttals to his article. If you can't understand that the article is silly, then I'm suprised that you are smart enough to read. You people make me embarrased to be of the same species as you. I hope you die.
after reading this and all of the responses to this post, i promply burst into loud laughter, which i had to silence since it's like 1am and everybody else is asleep here. anyways, um...that's all i have to say. check it out.
is it possible to die from boredom?
i think i'm terminal.
actually...that was the title of a post that i wrote on New Years Eve. i
never posted it because i thought i was complaining too much. basically i
was tired of having nothing to do around here. hmm...here, just for kicks
and giggles, i'll copy/paste
the beginning of it:
"New Years Eve and nothing to do
ARGH! if i were at my dad's house, everybody and their brother would be
over and it would be awesome fun. instead i'm here at my mom's house,
babysitting my brother and sister. but no fear: they won't be out
long, because they like to go to bed early. i could probably get away and
do something...oh wait, i have no friends. since i've only been
home for about the span of a week and a half since we moved to Birmingham, i
only know like 5 people outside of my family. that makes for a pretty
boring time. i'd rather not spend my break sitting around the house
playing video games and watching TV, but it looks like that's the way it's going
to go. the only addition to that exciting schedule that i've had so far is
going to the store or the mall--with my mom. oh man...i really need
something to do
i got nothin
i've been in a blogging drought. God must have been withholding his blessed
manna of interesting/funny stories to be blogged. i apologize to all my
faithful readers......wait, i don't have any of those. oh well.
hmmm...trainwrecked that one. i think i'll stop that thought and move on
to another one. i can already tell that this will be one of those posts
that i don't proofread before i publish. i apologize for any
spelling, gramatical, or sensical errors herein..."
...after this point, the post just
deteriorated into a bunch of slop that i don't want people to read. maybe
the funny (= peculiar, Jordan) thing is that i feel that coming on in
this post. well, we'll see where i end up this time.
away message for the week:
(it's funny because it's true)
BikerJew3:
heh heh. just as i was
reading your away message, JT1701A signed on. coincidence? i don't think so.
Auto
response from gstreet4life:
when
i die, i would like it to be said of me that i did not condone France
bashing or boycotting. I would also like it to be said that my favorite
thing to do in life was to read French (and other European countries') hate
mail on websites of Americans that make fun of French. for example:
herobuilder.com |
BTW, JT1701A is my roomate from last year. he was one of those TOO-conservative republicans that thought it was a good idea to boycott anything bearing the name of "France" and to rename french fries "Freedom Fries." yeah. he really was that ridiculous. andyways, i found the
herobuilder website to be hilarious. especially the
hate mail section.
and while i don't fully understand those Frenchies, i can definitely understand
why they think we're all just arrogant pigs. Americans can act like such
fools. we think we're so much cooler than everybody else, infallible and
unbeatable. i think that humility (speaking of existentialists, Neil)
is one of the most lacking of all of America's traits. ...well...that sure
what a weird sentance construction. oh well. i'm moving on now.
lyrics
for the night:
i keep coming back to Mars iLL...
they are probably my favorite hip-hop artists because of their creative
underground sound and intelligent lyrics driven by knowledge of Christ. basically, if you've never heard them, come to my room sometime and i'll play it for you. you may or may not like them, but that's the way underground rap rolls. hehe...speaking of those Frogs on the other side of the big Pond, i just read a
good interview between Mars iLL emcee, ManCHILD, and some guy names Sylv who's
representin the French site, "Hip Hop Section" (which is apparently now closed).
here's the link
oh kay, after i sifted through the first 8 pages of websites that
Google gave me..i gave up on trying to find lyrics from their older album,
Raw Material. (that
link is a good review on the album)
and transcribed these on my own. i also sent them into a bunch of lyric
sites, so hopefully people will start getting more Mars iLL lyrics, because
they're (as one review described them) "off the heezey." don't
be intimidated by the length. i'm sure most people won't actually read
them...or maybe even won't read this post at all because of how long i know it
will end up being. but...um... get over it. or just don't
read 'em. i'm not actually sure why i'm putting all of the lyrics for the
song on here. oh well.
andyways, here's "Sounds of Music" by Mars iLL:
yo we invite you in your session
to witness pure perfection
right here in the form of these finest phonograph selections
drums in all directions arrange total inflections
sound penetrate your chest like some sort of iLL infection
reflect eternally on these high fidelity masses
whisper secrets in your eyes in the form of ghetto blasters
rappin' till the rapture--what you need, not what you want
as we represent the art form that was born in the Bronx,
formed in the songs and heart;
makin fake emcees have nightmares
mics scare you straighter than the man in Times Square
right there, the dopest vocalist hold it down like an anchor
drivin' the mic like a motorist, yellin' "rappers are in danger!"
beautify tracks like trains by graph pain
speak to rap fans like family even though your perfect strangers
emcees showin' their anger, so they be--they stand true
the sounds of music: do, re, mi--"peace to Julie Andrew"
chorus (2x):
sounds bounce through back alleys; pound the grounds of where you live
we felt the call to pack in yous, wall to wall--and we did
all you kids had whoever, who were holdin it down
all in all, we do this now so you can soak up the sound
yo it's the sounds of music, fluid hip-hop melodies
sounds that confound artificially profound emcees
who bombard our TVs, CDs, and radio frequencies
with feces and ______ constructed with feces and fantasies
that aint about nothin like Seinfeld
our rhymes fell from grace from the moment of their conception
but a warm reception accentuated their deception
from the cradle to the grave so many kids are now unable
to relate the deity so many believe is just a fable
but yo two turn tables with DJ Dust in their midst
and these emcees with microphones embedded in their fists
are packed to jest with acumen and clarity, a rarity in this industry,
unplugged from reality
hey yo can it be king hip-hop is buck naked
i'll be the first one to tell it, but i'm sure they won't sell it,
and fat beats and earwax, though my man, Dust's tracks push the envelope
creatively all the way up to the max
and jacks just about anything else you'll hear
like "yo, where my air drums at?" (they right here)
yo, songs in the key of life, transposed in the flows
i chose to oppose that which rips holes in men's souls
i strum vocal chords like strings with the flick of my tongue
hum hymns from back alleys, where it's always been done
breathe the breath of God's music into digital lungs
breathe the breath of salvation into physical ones
spin syntax symphonies over tympani drums
compose orchestras of prose until the Trinity comes
we flip word puns and similes that stun
but with us you'll undergo what most will never overcome
kids chase the cats while we're content to just make sense
so call me in your chorus; son, you got my simple ______
your song is interference--short and broken like staccato
i shout up _____ with my intelligent vibrato
making music is my motto, for the Messiah that will last
music had no voice until we spoke on their behalf
and now we're fighting to recall, screaming yes ya'll
make me classic like guitars, played at Carnegie Hall
so we give it our all, craft staffs and scaling half-notes
down tributary treble clefs, our melody's the backstroke
rhymin for full-time, freestyle--we're new, unrehearsed
syntax a single grief to move this vinyl universe
chorus
we're holdin' down the evolution of stereophonic sound
ultrasonic combinations of thought and revolution
i fill spots like a (condom?), plus i made a resolution:
"don't take part in part of the practice of mind and noise pollution"
voice of the solution, but no one really wants to hear
the God of Abraham and Isaac was the answer all these years
do i have to strike hearts, like Richard Gere with Primal Fear?
in the driver's seat of life, are really most too blind to steer?
target ears with acoustic weapons, the music of the culture
collect props from heads like Flint and we'll be honored with your sculpture
steer clear of idolatry, and __________ hypocrisy help high in the halls of
"we"
it tell the fly to be grounded, the sharp to be more rounded
when you master the fastest of the craft we'll be astounded
hold fast to syllabic patterns and different forms of meaning
use the vocab: teach the masses when you're blasting through the speaker
the power's behind the tongue--i'm the novel, you're the reader
i'm the manCHILD--i speak for the Most High Elohim, the Leader
surpassing heads __________ holding it down for the underground
we're holding now the evolution of stereophonic sound
chorus
man...it took forever to type those. and i
couldn't figure out all the words.... oh well, maybe people will
also search for them on the same sites i looked on...and maybe those sites will
post this...then maybe those people won't have to listen to the song forever
until they have most of the lyrics memorized....ARK! time for something
else. this is going to be the longest post EVER!
i wonder if anybody is still reading
i'm in such a better mood than i was earlier this week. i think that
is the result of an attitude change. ...which, i think is mostly the
result of a change in time spent in the Word and in prayer. at the
beginning of this week i was just irritated with everything possible. i
was irritated with having nothing to do while at my mom's house. i was
irritated that my new computer junk wasn't working correctly. i was
irritated with not being able to blog anything interesting. i was even
irritated about Jordan and
Neil's comments about my Return
of the King post.
things were bothering me so much that i was beginning to stumble in my walk with
Christ...not that that weakness was really a sudden development...it was sort of
something that had been failing for a while at school. well, to make a
long story short (i know, if you're still with me now, you're sighing with
relief.), after an convicting (as usual) sermon from
my step-father, spending a few days with a couple of solid friends that i
never knew i had down here, and several nights of self-examination and probing
of my own heart, i found that the only thing i needed was for God to work in my
life in amazing ways.
anyways, cutting to the chase now, i promise
i've been reading
My Utmost For His Highest, by Oswald Chambers, along with biographies of
John Piper, Charles Spurgeon, John Wyclif, Ulrich Zwingli and other historical
church leaders (as per recommendation of a mister Jimbo Bass) and everything
else i can find from
Desiring God
Ministries. also, i just started
Mere Christianity, by C.S. Lewis. it's really sweet to be back into
the swing of things.
in other areas of life: everything has actually been pretty sweet for
these last few days at my mom's house. i've been having a lot of fun
recently just doing stuff and hanging out with people like Betsy and Marland.
i'm actually sad to go because, even though i don't know people down here yet, i
will definitely miss the few that i have become friends with fast. it's
funny how things work out in the end. but it's pretty sweet. okay.
now i'm real tired. i'm heading to bed.
BTW, FYI
comments are back...so leave one!
ARK! KNIVER!!!
you wish i had
comments. *ahem* (Jenna)
gstreet4life: argh
gstreet4life: i tried to reinstall deadaim
gstreet4life: but it's not going to happen
projenz99: :-( jen sorry
projenz99: hey how come your answering machine at school isnt on
gstreet4life: hmm
gstreet4life: is joel there yet?
projenz99: not sure
projenz99: dont think so since he didnt pick up
projenz99: i know he was flying there today tho
gstreet4life: oh. at any rate he hasn't turned on
my surge protector yet.
projenz99: duuuuuuum
projenz99: my blog entry tonight is dumb
projenz99: but I dont care
gstreet4life: i see it not
projenz99: I'm editing..
gstreet4life: go gog gogogoog
projenz99: k
projenz99: published.
gstreet4life: commented.
projenz99: *shakes head*
projenz99: oh dear :-)
gstreet4life: *eats a donut*
gstreet4life: (one of those with custard on the inside--not the dumb cream)
projenz99: *eat a kniver*
projenz99: i like my donuts with just donut in the middle
gstreet4life: ARK!
gstreet4life: not a hole?
projenz99: with a hole too
projenz99: meaning -- i dont like cream and stuff
projenz99: in there
projenz99: messes up the donut!
gstreet4life: oh
gstreet4life: well, about out with a hole filled in and no donut?
gstreet4life: (the hole is filled in with donut)
gstreet4life: duh
projenz99: you know whats a really cool book
projenz99: Ecclesiastes
gstreet4life: "meaningless," says the teacher,
"everything is meaningless"
projenz99: yes
projenz99: vanity of vanities!
projenz99: well it's bedtime for jen
gstreet4life: yope
projenz99: goodnite! sleep tight! don't let the bed bugs eat you!
gstreet4life: g'night
gstreet4life: they do
gstreet4life: and they're ants
gstreet4life: i got bit twice last night
projenz99: seriously?
gstreet4life: yope
projenz99: that sucks
gstreet4life: mom says "we have an ant problem":
gstreet4life: yesh
gstreet4life: and they're little ones too
gstreet4life: you wouldn't expect them to be able to bite much, but i guess they
do
projenz99: maybe it's God trying to tell you to "consider the ant, you sluggard"
gstreet4life: true
gstreet4life: maybe it's God trying to tell me "try not to sleep with a candy
bar under your pillow"
projenz99: hm. that could be as well
gstreet4life: andyways...
gstreet4life: goodness
gstreet4life: i mean goodnight
projenz99: goodnite!
MSNBC - Alaskans love nature, but also oil:
"In fact, sometimes it seems as if people outside Alaska see a bigger conflict between the environment and oil and gas drilling than those living here do" Responsible development--that's the keyword.
i hate when i can't
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