Monday, June 17, 2013


So the lowdown.

Participated in StartUp Weekend, came in second place in the web service division. Zac's team won first place overall. We collectively won $7,500 in legal counseling. Which I mean... is great.

Us! We are so pretty. 
Now back in Yonkers. Doing the 9-5. Going grocery shopping. Band practice at night. Badda bing. Badda boom.

Life is exhausting. Every day I have my routine and I come home absolutely beat every day. And so I just sleep. I'm even too tired to write. My arms are noodles (fair, I have been playing drums for two hours).

Which I should probably talk about. I am now in a band called "Black and Tan" and we play punk ska covers of various songs. Tonight was a pretty successful rehearsal. We now have about five songs that we're working on, and hopefully we'll be putting on shows by the time the school year starts up.

OOF. I'm gonna rest. But yes, life is a grind. Looking to be rejuvenated.

Monday, June 10, 2013

I Cut Some Hair Today

I receive a text in the middle of the day:

Hawaii: "You're generally pretty baller at whatever you try right?" 

Me: "Generally, yes. It's probably because I tend to smile when I suck and people mistake that for competence." 

Hawaii: "Good enough. Want to cut my hair?" 

I accidentally took a chunk of hair from behind his ear. 
Damage control. 

Texas looks at me and says "I can squat you." He proceeded to pick me up and did squats with me on his shoulder. 
All in all it was a productive evening. After haircut, we chilled in my room with Virginia and made some music. We are officially a band, "Black and Tan" and we will be performing live shows in Hill House sometime this summer. The genre... is basically club folk music? Either way it's interesting and was a stellar way to spend a Monday night.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Matthew 7:7

SLC Archives tattoo on my heart. 

My boss called me into her office.

"Connor. I read your blog."

Every time someone says this I am convinced that they will continue by saying "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

What she actually said: "I saw you really like working in Archives. Do you want to spend some time working in Archives over the summer?"


"That actually would be great," I told her.

"One more thing. If you ever blog about me, I want my code-name to be 'Big Pig'. Does that sound good?"

"... sure."

Thus, I have been spending a lot of my days helping SLC Archives gathering goodies and filing stuff, which I am actually incredibly into. Doors are opening. One of the women I work with told me that she went to an Archivists Conference over the weekend.

"It was basically a gathering of people sharing how they organize things," she told me.

And thus, another point was added to Connor Miller's bucket-list.

"Also," said the other SLC archivist, "I read in your blog that you are planning to buy hanging folders. Don't buy hanging folders. We have way too many hanging folders. We can just give you those."


"That actually would be great," I told her.

So, as of today I am going to put a little wishlist in the sidebar of my blog. You can check it out, and if you ever want to contribute to my writing career, you can just fire me an e-mail or give me what I want.

In other news, Hill House living has been good. I have more or less been shirtless whenever I'm home as part of a "Shirtless June" challenge. I have also been making my own meals, which includes being too lazy to cook chicken and instead buying a pre-cooked rotisserie chicken and taking off all the meat and cutting it into Chipotle-size chunks so I can immediately make burritos whenever I want. Life is pretty rad.

I end with a promise: following my blog is difficult because no one knows when I'm gonna be posting something. I gotta be consistent. Initially, I had been posting every day, but this is impractical, and not a lot happens from day to day. THUS, I decree that there will be a guaranteed post every Monday night. This will be reliable blogging time, and I will be keeping up with this to the best of my ability.

ALAS. Till Monday.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Dating Bob Dylan

You all might've heard that I've been doing volunteer work for Sarah Lawrence Archives. Though most of the time I'm doing data entry, from time to time they let me go through the school's public files just for funsies. And the last time I did this, I found this little gem.

Jane Freeman ( went to Sarah Lawrence from 1967-1971 and in this time she wrote a bunch of letters to her mom, who kept every single one and then later donated them to the college. Jane now lives in New York and makes art and miniatures. 

In this letter from December 10th, 1967, Jane discusses how her roommate apparently dated Bob Dylan. 

Here Comes Everybody: 
I have just got back from an evening with the ___s which I will tell you about but first I want to tell you that ___ used to date Bob Dylan but broke up with him three years ago when he began with dope. That was the time he made his transition into folk rock from regular folk and they had constant quarrels about the music as well -- she couldn’t stand it and told him it would never sell. Boy, was she wrong: I walk down the halls from dinner and hear ten different Dylan songs spinning simultaneously from ten different rooms. ___ likes classical music mainly, which is ironic, since she hung around with Dylan’s hippie crowd before they became known as hippies. Also, she met Joan Baez although she never got to know her. ____ has a reputation for being one of Dylan’s “chicks”. The people I live with! ___ said she doesn’t remember so much of his music but the way he drives.What else can I tell you. Nothing much except that ___ just told me she used to sneak out of the house to go out with Dylan whom she loathed but went out with him simply because he asked her, whenever he happened to be in Philadelphia. She could just see him in spurts because he was always traveling. I asked her if he was brilliant -- she said No, just spontaneous. And he talked with his hands and never held on to the steering wheel, and was terribly unhappy because he hadn’t at the time gotten what he wanted -- the only thing he wanted --- wealth, which makes him a bloody hypocrite. Will write again at ___’s next Revelation.  Jane. 
You can check out the original document here! BELOW!