Preparations for Senior Week

For the first time since August the fountains at Dillingham are filled with water.

I’m sure I’m not the first to say that they should have been filled weeks ago. We’re still waiting on the anchored fountains to spray the water in the air to achieve the postcard look, but we’ll take what we can get.

finally full

I can’t wait to hear about how many kids get written up for trespassing and swimming into the fountains before Senior Week. But I also heard that since Judicial Referrals are more paperwork than they’re worth, that the school has done away with that punitive measure – jump on in Seniors!

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Don’t let me come off as bitter, even though I am. Take a look at your beautiful Ithaca College ID. There’s picture of a lush, wet fountain on it. Now think back to orientation. A lush, wet fountain was the centerpiece of the campus. It’s April 21st, almost April 22nd. Now look at the fountain. How ‘bout that gray concrete?

how they OUGHT to look

What’s up with that? It’s been warm enough recently, and I bet the following weeks will only get better! Slut Day has come and gone, which is usually a solid indicator of Ithaca’s weather. On the other hand, despite the sun and temperatures not in the 30s, Ithaca College will not pump those fountains full of water until all the mothers and fathers enter the campus for either prospective students or to see their dumb kids graduate. Yeah that’s right. The money walks on campus and all of a sudden the fountains are alive again.

Ithaca College, you better step it up. Consider Slut Day the opening for the fountains. Not the green of parents’ cash and May’s pollen-ridden leaves.

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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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Handwerker

There’s a great art museum on campus. Did you know that?

It’s in the basement level of the Library. I admit that until now, I’ve only been there for Open Readings hosted by the Writing Department – which, might I add are very entertaining and worth checking out. But the museum warrants a visit for the purpose of checking out the exhibitions.

Right now, “Voices – Contemporary Ceramic Art from Sweden” is on display. There are a ton of awesome pieces, and their medium is not limited to ceramic; light, glass, paint and glue are also employed in creating magnificent, thought-provoking works of art.

Renata Francescon

This piece, which resembles a glazed honeycomb, is at the rear of the gallery.

marten medbo

This creepy piece was created by Marten Medbo, also a Swede. The artist who sports thick-rimmed glasses and a five-o’clock shadow looks like he belongs in an indie-rock band. Perhaps it’s no coincidence that his piece featured in the Handwerker is reminiscent of the creatures crawling on the cover of Built to Spill’s 2006 album, You in Reverse.

Bottom Right

Am I wrong?

Moving on, there is also this:

fire bad!

In this depiction of an epic volcano, the lava is actually a funky bulb pluming out of the miniature mountain. This was created by Frida Fjellman – you guessed it, a Swede . (Born in 1971… kinda cute in a starving artist kind of way).

The first piece I saw upon entering is a piece that brought me back to my youth. It was the days I would read the back of the cereal box before heading to school. On certain mornings when my mom let me eat sugar cereal, I was enthralled with the back of the box of Apple Jacks. You remember, they had all kinds of mind-tricks and optical illusions, which gave you a headache only to complement the headache that would set in after consuming so much sugar that morning.

This piece, if I could assume, is an homage to those early mornings staring at the box.

Swede

(Eva Hild, “Loops”)

If you’re in the library, or got some time to kill while on campus, drop by the art gallery. For more info, check here – http://www.ithaca.edu/news/release.php?id=287.

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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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And how am I so certain? Take a look:

right in the center there

Upon getting back from Spring Break, I noticed there was a “yield for pedestrians” sign in my oft-traveled crosswalk on Farm Road and Grant Egbert Boulevard. This is the same crosswalk that, months ago, after near collisions, I insisted was in need of one of these signs.

Where else was there public outcry? Who else has voiced the dangers of crosswalks lacking such signage? The Ithacan? The Ithaca Times, Journal. No, no and no.

‘Twas thacant.

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look what mary found…

ITS CRAZY. And it’s happening on our campus. Check this out. It’s certainly a what-the-hell moment.

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NeW bAtHrOoM oN cAmPuS!?1!?!Z!!?!?!

I decided to take a new route from Friends to my noon class in Smiddy – why, I don’t know, nor does it matter – like it didn’t matter why Lewis and Clark trekked out to the West Coast. They made a discovery and so did I.

But instead of a new territory, I found a new bathroom, recently opened after the construction in the greener area of campus. But this bathroom is magnificent, luxurious, host to two rows of urinals!

Left side

To the right

This bathroom is so fresh, so new – I figured it just opened today – and that I, yes I, was among the first to use it. Upon closer inspection (note the trash bin) I wasn’t the first to use it. And if it did open today, the janitors haven’t been doing a good job emptying these paper towels.

Did I mention the stalls?! They are complete with the green handle for liquid or solid waste:

I am not an infant!

But, similar to the extremely short bubblers in the business school, these toilets are a foot off the ground! I almost expect to see one of those rings around it so children don’t fall in. I’m over six feet, dammit!

I remember, as a child, visiting historical sites from the 1800s. At these old houses, railings were at my father’s knees, people had to duck to get through doors, and, as the tour guide reminded us, Abe Lincoln was considered a giant at six foot three.

The construction workers and plumbers must have been under the impression that they were building a historical replica of a bathroom for such a house – not for a state-of-the-art green building.

Makes me sick.

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Art 3.0

halo-ed?

These three buggers were spotted at the Chanticleer.

what appears to be a frog

Spotted in the Park stairwell.

so low

Why is this bubbler (or water fountain, depending on where you’re from – a conversation in semantics I won’t get in to now) so low? Seriously – check it out in the new business building behind the coffee stand. It’s a foot off the ground!

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Last First Day of Class

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.

Happy Learning, Humans!

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