sir macca, a genius even at age 10

It was reported two days ago (I’m not sure why I didn’t know about this until now!!) that an award winning essay of Paul McCartney’s was found by Kevin Roache, who is writing a biography (yes, another) of McCartney and his family. It is a 300 word essay about the English Queen’s leadership: “no rioting nor killing will take place because present day royalty rules with affection rather than force.” Have we heard this one before?? ….YUP— ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE.

I am blown away of how beautiful his handwriting is- hell, of course the man’s handwriting will be gorgeous to look at: 1) he’s English (something in my mind says that they have a more formal sense of education and would have beautiful handwriting) and 2) he’s Paul McCartney. This allows me to bring up my beef with the world and my personal realization that poor handwriting is an epidemic in this country. No one writes letters or thank yous. And since I’ve been going through the “type-up-everyone’s-contact-information-for-radio” phase of my life for the last month, people’s poor handwriting is even more apparent to me and just upsets me on a daily basis. When you cannot get in contact with someone in the wee small hours of the morning simply because you cannot tell if their 1 is a 7 or their 2 is a 3, it can eat away at you until you are ready to snap (luckily for all of us this phase in my life is coming to an end, soon.)

Let Paul’s essay be a lesson to us all: 1) please practice your handwriting 2) he knew all along that love is more powerful than war 3) everything that will, or ever has, come out of his mouth (or pen?) proves that this man is a genius and even at the age of 10, the world will fall in love with him all over again.

the only man i will ever love who rocked a mullet for so long (1972-thanks corbis!)

the only man i will ever love who rocked a mullet for so long (1972-thanks corbis!)

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City Underfoot

If you weren’t all that familiar with the commons before, AppleFest surely changed that for you this weekend. At least I hope. With dozens of vendors, rides, awesome food, and who can forget rain, AppleFest is the first big event of the year.

Leave it to Ithaca to cover up some strange structure that I’d assume contains machines, pumps and wires, with some industrial art and a sign to educate Ithacans on the history of our strange city.

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the structure

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the sign

The first thing the sign mentions is the Cayugas. Read any any abridged history of Ithaca and the Cayuga Indians are the first group you’ll read about. Unless that history skips to Simeon DeWitt, the State Surveyor General who planned the city. Then comes President Rochon.
Next is Ezra Cornell, who, after making a fortune in the telegraph business, endowed the Cornell Library to the city of Ithaca. It wasn’t until later that the land on the East Hill was developed into Cornell University. But it does appear as though higher education in Ithaca has its roots in communication.
Underground Railroad. I never learned too much about this in social studies during grade school, so I turn to the Internet. Apparently African Americans escaping from the South sought aid in Ithaca at the St. James Zion church.The church still stands, on Clinton Street, which is essentially between the Commons and Wegmans. They should have just stopped there for supplies.
I don’t believe this next plug about the ice cream sundae. Ithaca and Two Rivers, Wisconsin both claim to have invented the Sundae many many years ago. First of all, who cares, and second of all, what defines a sundae? If you have ice cream (or any food for that matter) it’s just a matter of time until someone puts something on it to taste better. Basic rule of human nature. I’ll give it to Ithaca, though. The midwest is boring and I go to school here.
Weak plaque, overall, Ithaca. I can list several other people to help to shape Ithaca’s identity.
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the pic is the link

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This is nasty. It is a nasty new fad sweeping the world (?), minus America (thank god…..,,,,,wait, maybe?) And I’d rather have you read it from the real people than from me describing it because I will take away from it. It is another winner from VICE MAGAZINE- still in the running for personal favorite (this “article” puts it way up there- baaahahah, no pun intended) I leave you with a photo......

(use your imagination)
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I figured that the fanbase/general readership of this blog would be into this. I have read quite a few of the essays/chapters from this book- and it is QUITE a read. I highly recommend it: purely for fun, it serves no academic purpose but does have witty “smart” writing. I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell is on many college students’ bookshelves and is found in the “college humor” section (whatever that is….humor for adults perhaps? are we out to create a new genre—-YUP) written by Tucker Max- the most made up name you could ever try fictionalizing. He claims it all to be true and even though this reader hopes it is not- I’m glad it is because not only is honesty the best policy but it makes for the best reads. Enjoy.

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The Tickle

“Fat people aren’t ticklish. I’m convinced,” Ithaca College senior Brian Ivory states.

There’s a ticklish center the IMC major states. Fat people do have it, but it is deeper in the core, several inches of fat layers away from where any tickle-fingers could reach it.

Look, here’s a skinny person like me or you:

green represents skinny core

green represents ticklish core

But a fat person has about a foot that the tickle neurons would have to travel to illicit a squirm or giggle:

at LEAST a foot

at LEAST a foot

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sigg

the man with the plan

Maybe its because I see them all over campus, but the SIGG is now becoming a fashion statement. I remember when it was all about the Nalgene. Mine was bright yellow and came with me everywhere I went, spawning the dawn of mass water consumption in my life.  I even went through an iced coffee phase – used to fill my Nalgene in the morning with coffee and add ice. Yes I used to be more cracked out than I am now, can you IMAGINE? —This Nalgene lasted until my dad decided to recycle all the water bottles in my house, I went to look for it and it was gone. (Defeats it’s own purpose, doesn’t it?) Then we started hearing about the “Sigg”and how its plastic doesn’t permeate toxins into your body, they act like a thermos – but are not indestructible like a Nalgene. (The boys I went to high school with invented the “Nalgene Game”- where you set up trashcans in the high school hall ways and tried to bounce the nalgene off the floor and get it through the goal. There was a lot of violence involved as well- how could there not be?)  If memory serves me right I remember an interactive freshman year bulletin board illustrating these comparisons between the two water bottle choices. All I know is ever since I’ve been pronouncing it wrong. Every other person tells me that I am saying the opposite of what it is.

Now, I like my “SEEEEEEGGuHH” – it was free. My mom’s boss received one as a gift and she saved it from the garbage. Now over time the dishwasher has deluded its indecipherable orange designs and I’ve lost the plastic ring that is supposed to prevent it from leaking- so its always without its screw on cap: either full or empty, making me always aware of open beverages (I’m a master.)

We have come along way in our SIGG culture- but now you can go further than you ever expected to and design your own. With the cliche “make love not war” trippy hippie designs, and the “simply ECO logical” ones they sell in the bookstore. SIGGs are everywhere, particularly the bike shop in the commons has every different kind of reusable water bottle you little heart can dream up. But now you can be way too cool for school and make your own. But beware, you better REALLY like your tag line, because you’re stuck with it.

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Remember those nights when you used to remember those nights? That’s because you didn’t go out and get plastered. It all starts with that one text or phone call.  Here’s how mine starts and ends.

“Hey Fed, you want to go out for some drinks?”

“Nah, I’ve got some work to do.”

“Alright man.”

Moments later, after surfing through Facebook and adding some finishing touches to yet another Facebook Status, I get another call.

“Yo, bro. You want to go to Happy Hour?”

This time I’m thinking about it. They got me thinking about it.

“…Nah man, I’ve got some reading to do.”

At this point, I feel they sense my reluctance and fear of yet another night of debauchery. So this is when they insist.

“C’mon, bro, stop being a bum and let’s go drink.”

Now I’m being challenged. Who reads anyway? But I want to prioritize. I must do my work. I cannot have another morning in which I have to wake up at six in the morning to bang out some chapter questions and readings. I cannot! I will not! As I’m thinking all of this in my head, I have to muster the words back to them. The other voice is starting to get antsy.

“Yo, you there bro?”

No I am not here. I am trying to avoid another defying decision towards my life obstacles. I am involved in crucial judgment making when it comes to my career motives. My perseverance, self respect, and determination to make a career out of my studies will not be hindered by your shenanigans. I don’t want to use up one of my lifelines tonight. Not tonight.

So I respond.

“What time?”

I’ve lost this round.

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Five Guys

Ask anybody who went to LA what they miss. If it wasn’t the beautiful weather and cheap Capt. Morgan, it was the In-N-Out. Simple menu, burgers and fries.Every time we drove by one, looks would float around the car and we’d be inside before we even knew what happened. If only there were cheap burgers in Ithaca.

Now don’t get your panties in a bunch. In-N-Out is a West Coast Establishment and it’s not coming to Ithaca, I hate to break it to you. BUT there is an answer to your greasy burger craving: Five Guys Burgers and Fries. With its roots in the DC area, it’s expanding. There are three locations in Rochester, one each in Utica, Binghamton and Scranton. And NOW, there’s one on Rt. 13.

five guys, no cups

five guys, no cups

It just opened on Sunday. Get down there to get your fill of bacon cheeseburgers, with FREE toppings. Order a small drink too if you’re gonna eat there (free refills, plus it’s the only place I know if in Ithaca that sells Mr. Pibb).

It’s in the same plaza as Northside, too. C-Mo is twice as much as it is in LA. And it’ll probably be raining. The burgers are good, though.

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the coogi. it’s not a disease.

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exhibit a

As I sit and listen to Built to Spill (all credit goes to Riley) to amp myself up for their show next month, I can’t help but peruse the web. After all it is one of those amazing occasions where all my homework for today is done (tomorrow is another story). And because it’s Monday, I’ve been up since five am.  And on Mondays I do what I want. This time I couldn’t be happier about my discovery. Our favorite VICE magazine, well- my favorite, did a piece on the coogi sweater. Now I had never heard the name before either, but once you see that picture you go…. OH! THAT’S WHAT IT’S CALLED. In the words of my eleventh grade English teacher, its an “ice cream cone to the forehead” moment.

This article has great pictures. And it’s short- so it caters to all.

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