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update - 5/15/01 HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECKY WESTRUM, SWEET 16 - don’t ya love silly cliches? you are one of the coolest people i’ve met, becky. i can still remember the all-night conversations i spent desperately fighting to keep the phone held up to my ear to listen to you breathe... it wasn’t for nothing. keep it real, becky. douglas adams is dead. I have a list of quotes from his books below. read them. okay, you’ve probably heard me going on and on about this, but i just have to once again proclaim my love for the author douglas adams. i didn’t realize he was my favorite author until it was too late. he’s gone. he has brought so much joy into my life, and now i’m going to wait until after my life to even speak with him! how cruel this life can be. douglas, i’m going to miss your wit, the way you juxtapose words, the way you have a great knack for saying just the right thing. you are the man, douglas. keep it real. i can see him now, sipping an overpriced drink at milliways, watching the universe collapse around him. in honor of his mastery of the language, i have decided to throw out grammar for this update. if steve howe dies soon, don’t expect to be seeing me much longer, guys. UPDATE - 5/02/01 Okay, I decided to update this page once more because the last one was getting way old. What’s new? Umm... well. SOMEthing’s new... uhh... ...uhh... I have pictures of the Ranchero on the Jim’s Big Blue Ford Ranchero page... speaking of Jim, last Saturday, Jim, Justin Watson, and Arthur Hatton all watched Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure (most triumphant!) and Wayne’s World... good times, good times... ...uhh... ...well, as soon as I actually do anything, I’ll let you know. UPDATE - 4/22/01 This weekend, as my brother put it, was “the most awesomest weekend ever.” Why? Friday I dragged my guitar, brother, and a pair of bongo drums to the Tri-Fest where we imitated street musicians. It seemed to have worked... a kid handed me a five before I had opened the case. By the end of the night, Thomas and I had a paper-percussion section (backed by the Justinphone Ensemble), a following of about twenty people, and a police officer telling us to leave. Oh, I seemed to have forgotten to mention the police officer that told us to leave. Well, a police officer, known hereafter as “the Man,” told us to leave. “You’re not a part of this,” said he. Well, I decided that I’m NOT a part of this, for I did not visit the Mullet Fest thereafter. To quote the Man, “It was fun while it lasted.” On Saturday I spent the day in Mt. Vernon, Indiana, cleaning a cemetery with a church youth group. Fun was it. However, there was a very gross hippie tombstone that I will not describe. Lucky you. On Sunday I went to church, and then saw the closed-circuit broadcast of the dedication of the Winter Quarters temple. That prophet sure does have a sense of humor. But all good things must come to an end, and this comes to my present melancholy mood: tonight I saw Bethany Scott for the last time before she moves to Utah tomorrow. UPDATE - 3/22/01 And now for your long-awaited update... Well, KUNA was fant-iddly-astic! Yes it was. And what do I have to show for it? A small leafy plant named Nigel that sits on my alarm clock. It is now Spring Break and I’m trying to kick back. I’m using Ashley Revlett’s 4-track recorder to put down my songs, and it’s working out nicely (although the stress is killing me). Just the guitar and voice is hard, but mixing in the lead and the bass is really getting to me in terms of stress. I don’t know if I want to be in a recording band because people would have to put up with me. But do you care too much? Probably not. Mom is freaking out about my blasted ACT scores... I get lucky and my family flips. Maybe I should have let the pencil lead stray a little bit... if you’re wondering, I got a 29 on the composite, and my highest area was English, in which I got a 36. If you think I’m smart, think again: I’m falling in love with a girl that will live 2000 miles away in a month. Ask me personally about that one... maybe I’m betraying to much of my own emotion online. UPDATE - 3/10/01 Well, it’s been the week of romantic ups and downs for Art... and the week of foreign language triumph! I may be getting a C- in French, but I got first place in both my events at Festival! I went out with Bethany Scott last night (And Brice Anderson and Mary Scott)... we went miniature golfing and we ate at O’Charlie’s. NEWS FLASH- “Facetious” is the only word in the english language with all five vowels in alphabetical order! If you count the letter y, then it’s “Facetiously.” UPDATE - 3/03/01 Tonight I took a little visit (with Mary and Bethany Scott of Evansville) to the Victory Theater in Evansville for the Side-By-Side Philharmonic performance. What a wonderful event. Classical music is so overlooked by the youth of today... I think it’s an injustice. Classical and Baroque can be so much more powerful, glorious, and spectacular than pop or rock, and it’s a shame that it’s so underappreciated nowadays. You don’t have to be a stuffy, high-brow, stiffnecked (there’s a Mormon word for ya) person to appreciate it, either. Classical touches something inside you without even using lyrics or words, something that everyone in the world has, whether they realize it or not. It communicates something that you can’t really describe. Listening to Handel or Vivaldi or Bach can just send chills up my spine, and it’s not something I can really put in words. Ask me, and I’ll burn you a CD or something. UPDATE - 2/24/2001 I just got back from the first church campout in months. I’d forgotten how miserable and cold these things can be. There I was, at 3:00 am (in the morning), sitting up in the 25 degree freezing cold, in a tent and in a sleeping bag (that was laying on the biggest, knobbiest tree root in the history of tree roots), staring at my father on the other end of the tent. He was snoring so loud I couldn’t sleep any longer. Poor, poor, miserable Art. Not only was I IN my sleeping bag, I was wearing my Lucky Denim Jacket 2.0, my dad’s jacket with the hood up, and a denim shirt. Jeans, socks, it didn’t help... I get cold. And so, upon arriving home about an hour ago, I proceed to take the longest, hottest shower in the history of showers, and turn on “That’s the Way It Is” by Lucky Dube, the ULTIMATE summer song. Don’t argue, it’s the ultimate summer song. And here I am, dazed and confused (as I have been for the last week, it seems), typing an update for my little site that is visited by three people a day. Self-inflicted psychological torture. In other news... I’m going to wash the Lucky Denim Jacket 2.0. UPDATE : 2/21/01 I have a new guestbook. You can sign it, if you want to. Everyone should sing, regardless of talent. That's what I think, because I'm not a great singer... I think everyone should sing: while they walk, in the shower, out of the shower, while they eat, while they sleep, in class, at home, at the school lunch table... everywhere. It puts people in a great mood. And, if they're not in a good mood, you'd be able to tell what mood they're in by the song they're singing. Say they were singing "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones... well, then you'd know to give that person some space. But say they were singing "Good Day, Sunshine" by the Beatles... well, then you'd know to get close and nice with this person. Or, say, they were singing "Space-Dye Vest" by Dream Theater. In that case, you'd want to talk to this person to see what's up and why they stayed up too late the night before. If they were singing "Yesterday" by the Beatles, you have to give that person a hug. See how things go? Things would be much easier. Say that someone was singing "Lucky Man" by Emerson, Lake and Palmer, and then when they saw you, they started singing "Love Song" by Tesla... you might want to give that person a big kiss right then and there... unless it’s some big hairy jock or something. Wow, what a world that would be. UPDATE - 2/01/2001 Hello, my friends... I’m updating this page because I said I would. Here are some inside jokes for y’all to puzzle out and scratch your head over: Equious! Don’t just stand there - DO SOMETHING! Grrrowwwwn. Alfred Vegener. Thank you, thank you... more if you want to completely perplexed. Email me. Ciao. UPDATE - 1/27/01 It’s ten days from my birthday and I’m feeling pretty darn fine. I came close to purchasing a Yes t-shirt online today, but I decided to save my money for my increasingly expensive musical tastes. I want a decent PA system, a digital multitrack recorder, and a new amplifier. If anyone wants to make donations to the Poor Musician’s Fund, email me and I’ll be happy to send you the necessary billing information. UPDATE - 1/24/2001 Yes, today I purchased my second DREAM THEATER album: Falling into Infinity. I enjoyed this album at first listen, but it usually takes about three times to really enjoy an album all the way through. My DT collection now includes Metropolis Part 2- Scenes From a Memory, Images and Words, and Awake. CLICK HERE FOR A LIST OF THE MUSIC IN MY CD COLLECTION. UPDATE 1/15/01 Hello, this is Art Hatton, Harry Truman’s sidekick and webmaster of this quaint little site, and I’m here to dispel some rumors that have been going around lately. There are people who say I’m just a sixteen year old and my seventeenth birthday is on January 17. They say that I’m just in High School, and I’m NOT the CEO of three (3) different Fortune 500 companies, as I’ve previously stated. I laugh at these rumors. The absolute and honest truth is that I’m 35 years old, married, and have graduated from Yale three times. Whether or not I’m CEO of three Fortune 500 companies is a resounding “perhaps.” For those of you who know me personally, shut yer big yapper, just play along with the whole thing, okay? And if anyone asks where I was on the 12th, tell them I was volunteering at the soup kitchen. Trust me on this one. |
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