Prospect Day

If this were ten years ago, my Mongoose would be locked up in the schoolyard while I was scrubbing my desk with an SOS pad and watching classmates get ‘Perfect Attendance’ awards. Then for the rest of the afternoon it would be Big League Chew, Munchos, and Mountain Dew while we swam in backyard pools and played whiffle ball.

But no longer. It’s the last day of school – my last last day of school. There are classes to attend, review sessions to stop in at, but most importantly – it’s Prospect Day, second only to the Cortaca Jug in terms of people setting alarms to wake them up from their hangover to play beer pong and rip Jello shots.

So pack your cooler with ice, stay on the lawns (NOT ON THE CITY SIDEWALK!), and pray that you’ll make it through the night. Come to think of it, a bag of Munchos wouldn’t hurt.

aww mista cowey!~

Happy Prospect Day, Ithaca College.

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What kind of tree is this?

take a whiff

There are a bunch of these trees blooming around campus. These, photographed above are near park, but there are also some near public safety and throughout town.

Slut Day welcomed in spring and the blooming of these warm-weather plants reassured us of the onset of the season.

My research leads me to believe that this is the Halesia diptera, more commonly known as the American snowdrop tree. Not to beat around the bush, (or to beat around the bush -or tree-) this tree smells like semen. It’s in the air, it’s all around us – it’s almost as bad as the water in Los Angeles.

But the forsythia are in bloom(there’s a great one behind Bogart) and those pink trees – whatever they are – are rampant. Check them out Hudson Street.

Spring has sprung and so have the buds on the American snowdrops.

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COB to TBS

Big news, right?

In case ya haven’t heard, Conan O’Brien will have a late night talk show once again. Starting in November, you can see Conan on TBS. As part of his severance deal, Conan cannot return to the air until September. But seven months from now, Conan will be on at 11pm, pushing the famed Mexican-America, Jorge Lopez back to midnight.

Until then, you can see Conan as he takes his crew – staff and writers on a musical and comedy tour across the U.S.

Reup-de-doo.

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i hate the ‘title’–

I am thrown off by this ‘cold weather’. Thursday was gorgeous and almost 80 degrees. Yesterday, we awoke to a 40 on our dashboard. What the hell happened here?

First off, turn on your radios this weekend. It’s the 50 hour marathon where two DJs stay up for fifty hours to raise money for a local charity. I did this as a sophomore. Granted you can donate money, participate in the midnight scavenger hunt (tonight, Saturday, at midnight- the midnight into Sunday) or you can just listen to some really funny radio. Either on the dial at 91.7FM, wicb.org, vicradio.org, annnnnd you can watch it and hear it on ICTV, channel 16.

Now, here’s some stuff. If you already don’t like Oprah like I don’t like her, read this. It will make you ‘hate’ her even more. It’s Deborah Soloman’s ‘Questions For…’ with the author of the new UNauthorized biography of Oprah (hell yes!) Kitty Kelley. A name you want to hate, and you will, but check out what she’s saying here. It’s a reminder that Oprah made the right move to ‘retire’ her talk show.

Here is a story about a house built in a hill. Which, yes, does sound like a lyric- but that picture is enticing and makes me want my home in a hill. But I’m not moving to Switzerland anytime soon.

Next weekend: the Flaming Lips are playing at Cornell….SOLD OUT…at Barton Hall. Get amped!!

Last, but not least, I read about this on notdrugs, and immediately crapped my pants. Wilco is ‘curating’ a three day festival in North Adams, MA- which is in Western Massachusetts (technically in the middle of nowhere within Western Mass.) this August. Tickets went on sale yesterday and are 85 bucks. Once June first hits, its a hundo. You already know I’m there. (Riley, I think you ought to make up for last time with this…) Here’s your info.

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wilco=life

This past Wednesday a few of us traveled to the beautiful city of Scranton, PA to see WILCO. You’re probably thinking that nothing as magical as WILCO could ever exist in a city such as Scranton….but it did! It was a place much smaller than the State Theater! Their first time playing IN Scranton, it was a sold out show in a ballroom, specifically a Masonic Temple. Never before have I gone to see live music and stood still and just watched musicians play. They are completely mesmerizing. With no opener, they played extra long and Tweedy was extra chatty. At one point he even asked us to shut up and pointed out some kid’s “douchey-ness” because he was on the phone. It truly was phenomenal.

I figured out the WILCO formula. We all love their records in full, but live they play them usually out of order. One of my personal favorites, Forget the Flowers, was included along with other lesser-knowns like She’s A Jar.  They did play stuff from their latest- which isn’t the best (actually it’s probably the worst of their records.) But by the end of the evening, everyone was incredibly happy and satisfied. I would never change my first WILCO experience for anything in the world: perfect venue, perfect people, perfect band, perfect night.

Never before have I loved a band like I love WILCO. And I always said I don’t love anything enough to have it permanently tattooed on my body, but I’m reconsidering….just kidding mom.

My brain is still in WILCO LAND and probably will be forever now that I’ve breathed the same air as Jeff Tweedy. Now I have unfortunate duties of finishing and starting projects so I can graduate. So we all can graduate. Holy crap, it’s April 5th.

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IT HAS ARRIVED!

Well, the day has come. Today was SLUT DAY! Thursday was a great prelude, but as the ground was too wet for it to be officially Slut Day, we all knew it was coming today.

There were plenty of games of frisbee, hookahs, lounging on blankets on the quad, and bikini-clad girls learning how to throw a football from their potential aggressor bro-friends.

It’ll be a beautiful weekend, with weather in the 80s, so keep your shades on and your eyes open!

Hip! Hip! _ _ _ _ _ _ !

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Robbin’ Pain Reliever

The Nines in Collegetown claims to have the best pizza in Ithaca. I disagree. I think Collegetown Pizza has the best pizza in Ithaca – plus you can draw on the walls there. But this isn’t about pizza. It’s not about graffiti either. This is about music.

You know this guy?

Rock Star

This is Scott Walker, and he’s a Rock Star.

Scott’s band, Robbin’ Pain is playing at the Nines on Friday April 3rd at 10p.m. Robbin’ Pain, despite conventional knowledge, was not formed after the ugly breakup of The Razor’s Edge. True, the breakup of TRE was horrific, but Robbin’ Pain has existed for years prior, Walker subversively practicing in the Jersey garage of RP guitarist Ricky Dal Cortivo. Joined by Scott “FatBorch” Borchert, Robbin’ Pain promises a night full of rock, roll, re-verb, and only one Ramone’s cover.

So come Friday, get a pizza and a pitcher. Then another pitcher for Scott’s show.

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Spring BROeak

Chris Friese, clad in a North Face jacket watches his breath disappear into the cold March air as he stands outside Boston’s Logan Airport on Sunday. “It was a hell of a trip,” the junior business major says with a raspy voice. “Sucks dick being back in New England,” he added.

Friese, like many young adventurers traveled to Corpus Christi Texas with his roommates for Spring Break. He removed a glove to fix his backwards New Era Sox cap, revealing a tanned hand and a plastic band fastened around his wrist. Choosing not to go the all-inclusive route, Friese and his “bros” piled into two adjacent motel rooms on the gulf. “We squeezed nine guys into two rooms, we even got to use that door that goes from room to room.” Friese explained that he wasn’t even aware that those doors were operational and admitted that he thought they only existed in the movie “Rookie of the year.”

Friese prided himself on never having to sleep with a travelmate, and that he even slept in the tub one night to ensure he wouldn’t have to share beds: “We just put the two pussies who passed out first in a bed together.” He also noted that he went back with a girl one night and said female   had to “kick mad bitches out” so that they could hook up.

The bracelet on his wrist came at the price of cover charge: $10, but got Friese a free drink. Foregoing the opportunity to order a Bud Light, Friese decided to expand his normal drinking parameters and order a JagerBomb. “Cuz I felt like gettin’ fucked up without passin’ out too early.”

As he loaded his duffel bag reeking of beer, low tide and piss onto his shoulder before stepping his Timberland feet into a taxi, he grimaced. “I got this damn sunburn,” he muttered as he rubbed his shoulder. Friese acknowledges that he was too “amped” upon arriving in Corpus Christi that he forgot to get sunscreen and napped on the beach for four hours. “I don’t regret it,” he stated. “It’s a good momento.”

So is that hickey on his neck.

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Welcome to Miami

Scull is tweeting our 18-hour drive to Miami.

This could get ugly.

Keep up. Or don’t.

Happy Spring Break.

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What a Guy

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.

Conan with "intern"

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.

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