Well, it’s officially the first day of summer. And the longest day of the year.
You’re supposed to be able to balance an egg today. But after a few Google tries, it says you could do it on any day of the year. I’ve never tried. Today’s plans: prepare for tomorrow’s job interview in NYC, see Toy Story 3, dentist, balance an egg. Happy Summer!
It’s really easy. Whenever you are out and about, either on foot of by car or whatever, whoever calls when they see a yellow car first gets a point. When you ask the inventors, my brother-in-law (Dre) and co-brother-in-law (Lukas), the answer is plain and simple: “..like any other game. Get points to win.”
In fact its sweeping the nation (my life.) I’m kicking my dad’s butt (whom keeps score aloud) and Mary’s energy towards it proves no one will ever beat her. My mom never notices meanwhile Lukas and Dre themselves are cut throat. Which means Zoe is too.
No car dealerships, they’re just sitting ducks. Any major city taxis also don’t count. That’s no good. Now, go have fun.
Now Mash Your Cake
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.
Happy Prospect Day, Ithaca College.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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! _ _ _ _ _ _ !
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.
