I’d consider myself a creative person. I did after all develop, design and utilize the shopping cart grill:
The coals are supported by a series of empty beer cans, to bring the heat closer to the cooking surface, which is where you’d put your groceries if you were using this in its normal context. The rear part of the cart was taken out, to facilitate burger-flipping and wiener-rotating. The concept of using the upper section (where you’d put yer eggs or yer mom would put her purse) as a bun-toaster didn’t work out too well, but the thought was there. Best of all, the Shopping Cart Grill (patent not pending) is portable! And it cooks a damn good burger. Please, don’t knock it until – or unless – you’ve tried one.
delicious
Here’s an awesome drinking vessel I’ve seen on the Internet:
bombin'
This cup combines a shot glass and a drinking glass. Granted, having the two separate cups would allow for Jager-bombs, but this combines it into one. Got some girls over that want to take shots, and some guys looking to pour some black-and-tans? These glasses would be clutch!
Then there’s this creative thing I’ve seen. A little more utilitarian, practical, but still ingenious…
stand up!
This foot-holder allows you to sweep up yer dirt without getting on your hands and knees to do so. Simple, but helpful. Maybe I’m drawn to it because my summer ‘job’ requires me to do a lot of sweeping and I’d be glad to put this dustpan to work.
This last product here, is pretty much an emoticon at work.
ralph!
Besides the fact that it looks like a frog vomiting unholy things, I’d say it’s pretty cool!
If you were in Ithaca over the summer, and you love America, it is probable that you were behind a humble apartment on Coddington Road to eat meat, drink beer, and celebrate the birthday of our nation. It was there that couches were burned, the National Anthem was sung on repeat, and meat was cooked to sustain such efforts.
If the flags, portable grill, and empty beer boxes weren’t enough to manifest the axiom that America is the land of the free and the home of the brave, the gaze in the distance has to do it.
Oh Say Can You See...
But America must be celebrated more than just once a year. For that reason, the Internet has brought us motivational pictures, one of which, features this woman…
...or man?
I anticipate that this next image matches the above person’s worldview:
god bless us
These images of course represent a righter more conservative-ish side of America. In this country, a melting pot of opportunity and suburbia, there’s a whole lot more than big business, oil and SUVs… there’s also Fast Food. And with fast food comes bitching leftists… Here’s an illustration by one of them:
come of think of it, Morgan Spurlock?
And of course, with bitching leftists, comes pacifism, opposition of war, and more comics…
game over
I must stress, again, readers, that thacant does not support nor abandon any political biases. We’re students, writers, idea-ists. If we offended you, just settle in around the middle.
Dogs on the Internet, while not as popular or beloved as cats, are still a humorous subject. Here are some worthy pictures I’ve extracted from CyberSpace…
This first one is a little reminiscent of the Halloween costume which gives the illusion you are riding a horse or dragon, while in reality, your costumed legs function as the legs of said dragon or horse.
Up and Away~!
This next dog picture features a monkey, which may be an unfair advantage, but the effectual message being sent from finger to hand says so much:
Monkey: "eh, excuuuse me!"
Lastly, this sweatered dog has a request, or rather a demand…
clothes on animlas = funny
It was about a year ago that I was leaving the sixteen-degree wind and snow of New England for Los Angeles. There was a beautiful pool at the end of my building, a convenience store stocked with beer a stumble away, and the first week welcomed us with a heat wave of eighty- and ninety-degree afternoons. These were obvious perks of the ICLA program. The apartments were nicer than any students deserve, and there was just something about those counters.
They were about waist-high (for someone who stands six foot two), with white tiles and a large counter space below it. Remember the pull-out cutting board? We didn’t find ours until April! Social gatherings centered around these counters. Bottles of rum, pens, cell phones, keys and old copies of the Ithacan’t were common.
Looking through old cell phone pictures from the past year, I’ve been reminded of the fun we had around the counters.
similar colors about the counter
truly, a work of art
These creations atop the counter are the result of tinkering, malt liquor, and wonder, really.
Three cheers, this new year, to an unsung hero of Los Angeles – the Oakwood Apartment countertops!
Californiacker
Looks like Southern California put on a few pounds over the Holidays…
Not a Goldfish
Come to the surface, ya little fishy!
Moral panics, miseducation and government oppression. That is what this makes me think of.
Sorry I have not posted in so long. I feel as though schoolwork has taken a serious toll on my life. That and being a loner. I haven’t even been reading any news or blogs- its kind of freaking me out. Hey, please call me anytime anyone. Lets chill, and drink coffee and make salads.
It’s been a beautiful November; no snow, fine weather, and plenty of facial hair. Just before Thanksgiving break, I ran into a slew of friends sitting outside, well, outside Friends*. Beautiful day, and everyone was wearing jeans. A dozen of us all in denim. We noticed this, we looked around, nearly everyone else was wearing jeans, too. It was a jeans day. We sat there for about ten minutes shooting the shit, and watched hordes of students walking around. There was an occasional khaki and sweatpants, but for the most part – jeans. They prevail, the ultimate pant.
Which got me to thinking… Some things just win. If there’s a category for it, there’s a winner for it. For pants, jeans. For drinks, beer. Burgers, Whoppers. There are things that go without saying, and jeans are one of them. If you’re putting pants on, you’re putting jeans on – they’re essentially interchangeable.
all jeaned up
And this beautiful November day last week brought me to that realization. Sunny, clear, crisp and cool; perfect jeans weather.
* Just a thing about Friends – I know a lot of the buildings around campus are named after benefactors. Park named after Roy H. Park, Williams after Williams and Hill after some Coach Hill. But was there a “John Friends” or is it supposed to be the “everyman” type of building?
Perhaps this is a story for another post.
Please feel free to use this website for whatever personal interest you may have. Mine is clearly the 60s – and I know that I can never find a great photographic print of Timothy Leary (see previous post) but one day it will happen. After textual conversations with my fellow sixties friend and motivation of my own, my obsession with finding this photography led to me finding the corbis archival website. And I think it might be true love.
The story goes as I might have the swine (not really), maybe a cold, or whatever it is that makes my body ache and nose run. Yesterday it was much worse. So I think I’m already progressing upwards- which is grand. After returning home from work, I have not left my bedroom floor since. The internet is pretty much my medium of choice, clearly, and I’m afraid I’m a full on junkie.
More on the sixties-. After meeting with a professor about a semester research project (that I hope many of you participate in) she brought to light for me what I can study in graduate school. I’ve always dreamt of being a historian, but I’m not sure I have the patience for academic jargon. I’ve never had the patience for it, actually- who knows how I’ve gotten this far. But I would strive hard for this one: graduate school for sociology or public (health) policy. I’d then be moving in the direction of becoming a social historian of drug use in America and could possibly become an advocate for drug education in American high schools (and elementary schools, if you can count D.A.R.E.). I know this involves article writing, GRE-test taking, math learning for the previous and everything in between. But if I take even more of her advice and take time off and really grab a hold on something I want, I might be able to make it happen. (Thoughts?)
See, I clearly have the swine: hence the ramble. No one is feeling well on this campus. Sacrificing a night of live jazz trio Marco Benevento was the best choice. I cannot wait to go to bed. But I think before that happens I will spend more time listening to Bobby Dylan and reviewing archival photographs. Count it. Do this.
pg 24 of this week's new yoker
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