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Happy Spring Break.
During his hiatus from hosting television, Conan O’Brien will be hitting the road on with the “Legally Prohibited From Being Funny On Television Tour.” The tour will stop in 30 cities, starting in April on the West Coast, hitting New York in early June and continuing on to Bonnaroo before wrapping up in Atlanta on June 14th.
What will this tour consist of? The tour website promises a “night full of music, comedy, hugging, and the occasional awkward silence.” Interesting that music is listed before comedy, reminding us of Conan’s stellar performance on the last episode of the Tonight Show where he played “Freebird.”
Conan will not be banking any money from this tour. His reason for doing it is to keep his writers and staffers employed. “What a guy,” is all I can say.
In four years of college, I haven’t taken a single math course. I know IC, like many other colleges offers fundamental math courses, like “What is Math?” Not having to take math has been great. I am not a student of the sciences – I don’t even think I associate with anyone who is. I’m a humanities student – I study Television-Radio.
But when the opportunity to take a course at Cornell called “Understanding Beer and Wine,” I knew I couldn’t pass it up. So I filled out my paperwork, and IC’s paperwork, and Cornell’s paperwork. Then I enrolled in the class. When I read that we had to bring four glasses for sampling each class, I knew thought this course was for me.
But then came the second week of classes. Our syllabi had been handed out and the summary of the course had been explained. I found myself listening to professors explain proteins binding to starches and some other scientific vernacular that was over my head. The history and cultural aspects of beer and wine-making is all very interesting – those notes are detailed and thorough. The scientific notes on the other hand lend themselves to doodles and jokes about how over-my-head half of the course matter is.
When it came time for the test I studied hard. More so than I study for most tests I take at IC. (I don’t take tests at IC anymore, if anything I write papers.) An hour two days before, three hours the night before, and another two hours the morning of the exam weren’t enough.
The test was hard. I was as prepared as I could have been. And worst of all – we didn’t get any samples to take the edge off.
I am glad that the Saints won the bowl. And it makes anyone even happier for Mardi Gras because New Orleans deserves all the good economy it can get. I love it! Although I have never given up anything for lent (I’m not starting now) one of my favorite things to do is exercise my self control. Even though it is exercising self control for something I could never believe in, I still enjoy people bettering themselves and personal motivation. Whatever you might give up, I’ve seen friends give up pop, chocolate, other unmentionables and their favorite foods, good luck with that! I’m going to enjoy things in moderation, but also enjoy them!
My only real personal story relating to Mardi Gras goes back to eighth grade, first year of french class. My best friend at the time, Robin, and I were one of many groups who had to bake a King’s Cake. The King’s Cake has a tiny plastic baby in it (I know, woahhh) and whomever gets the small plastic infant in their bite of cake, they are the King for the day. Our cake involved a lot of frosting dye (purple, green and yellow of course) and it was a kind of cinnamon role deliciousness cake. I kind of wish I had some now.
Now this holiday has a lot of religious celebrations and is originally a religious holiday. I am not sorry that religion has never been a part of my life, and my only story typically revolves around food. I don’t mean any disrespect here, I just only know the cake side. And since I’ve never traveled to New Orleans (which I would one day for Mardi Gras) and am now only 21, I’ve never had the uncontrollable drunken experience of Mardi Gras. I’m sure some readers out there have.
Any good Mardi Gras stories out there to share? Lets hear them, please!
After being threatened by banishment via text message from thacant founder Riley, I figured I’d better race to my computer and type up a sizzling Olympics article to wow our audience.
I arrived in the beautiful country of Canada on Friday and checked out the Olympic digs. Guess what, VANCOUVER IS NOT READY. Who is shocked? They’re currently trying to create more lanes on the ONLY ROAD from the city up to Whistler, where most of the mountain events will take place. The other mountain, Cypress, doesn’t have enough snow and thus more snow will be helicoptered in to allow for the Games to go off without a hitch. Except for all those millions and millions of dollars they’ll lose. A family member suggested they get some Haitian refugees to help shovel snow on the mountain. I’m not saying it’s a good idea, I’m just sayin’.
A certain peacocked network (on top of the already well-documented Conangate) is expecting to loseĀ $200 million to air these Olympics, even with the free help I (and many, many other interns) am providing them. As Riley has mentioned and I have confirmed, these all just seem to be symptoms of a global apocalypse striking a couple years earlier than anyone reckoned – it’s 2010 folks. The skies are gloomy, the streets are rain-soaked, and there’s no snow for the Winter Olympics. Vancouver is going to be ravaged with tourists and will come out on the other side much worse off than they were before the Games, if history has taught us anything. Obviously it hasn’t.
Anyway, I might as well have my fun before we’re all washed away, so look for me and my fellow Ithaca interns (shout out to ICLA’s own Lizzy V and any other IC folks who might come across this blog – I’m in room 922, so come around for a chat and a smoke!) as we try our best to hop in front of the cameras and get our mugs on international TV. In the meantime I’ve got a sick Official Staff badge that I intend to flash anywhere it may allow me exclusive access to clubs, events and/or important-looking buildings I otherwise would have no business being around.
I’ll keep you updated on all the exciting Olympic goings-on in the month to come, broadcasting straight from the hotel room in downtown Vancouver that is to be my home. Go USA!
Well, it’s syllabus day once again for the last time ever. The rain has caused each classroom I stepped into thus far today to be filled with mugginess. Only the North Face jackets and Uggs reassured me that it was, in fact the beginning of second semester.
And per first day of class tradition, I took a photo-booth picture of myself donning a backpack. My mother always took pictures of me and my neighbors whom I walked to school with years ago, so I figure since she’s not around here, I’d take the picture myself.
Ithaca is gorges, unless it’s not summer, so for the past four months and for four months more (or until Slut Day*, whichever comes first) Ithaca will be dismal.
At least there’s some cool stuff going on around town. The Flaming Lips are coming to Cornell in April, which is the biggest deal since Built to Spill ripped apart State Theater in October.
But there’s more! The Avett Brothers, whose single, “I And Love And You” has been making girls’ panties drop people reluctant to fall in love for a few months now will be coming to the State Theater later on in February.
This century’s Mark Twain will be visiting the State Theater in April. David Sedaris will speak to an audience, likely making us laugh, reflect, or eliciting a cheerful, “huh.”
There’ll be tons of great entertainment in Ithaca until Slut Day* arrives. Besides thacant, listen up to Aaron Terkel’s Concert Connection on WICB, everyday at 8:30, 1:30, 5:30, and 8:30 once again.
And hell, since we’re talking about public venues, stop by and donate a few cents to the Library Downtown – I mean look at this measly donation bin!
*What is Slut Day?
Well, lemme tell you a thing or two about Slut Day at Ithaca College. Waking up with the bright sun shining through the windows, and stepping out into the warm morning air with nothin but a t-shirt and shorts on. As you look onto the quad, it’s no longer just a patch of barren grass. Instead, on slut day, the freshly mowed grass is littered with girls dressed in scantily-clad (slutty) outfits, draped across every quad on campus. Now, this first exceptionally gorgeous day of spring, complete with the thermometers soaring above 70, every girl on campus gets the opportunity to shake off the winter rust, show off their bodies, and collect a little sun. Whether it be in a skirt on the grass, listening to music, or sprawled out in a bikini on their beach towel, just be sure you’ve got your sunglasses on today, because there’s enough eye candy laying around to make your eyes wander.
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Some quotes that I heard this holiday season….
“Why do you have so much alcohol in the house?” “I like to drink.” (My dad to my cousin)
“What’s a Hannah Montana?” (My grandfather)
“What is that? E-mail on your cell phone? i just use mine for phone calls. I don’t do that text messaging. Is that what it’s called? The whole thing is too much for me.” (My grandfather again, he will appear a lot in this section)
“Yeah, it’s nice to see everyone again…I definitely need a drink though.” (My brother)
“Should we just order chinese or is that too cliche? Jews ordering Chinese on Christmas?” (My brother)