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i can’t stop listening to nirvana…..
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.
hey, another post about food
And as always I don’t feel the need to explain myself for posting op-ed pieces. This one struck me. I have written about this myself (ironically for academic reasons) and come to realize retrospectively (even though I am only 21) that my emotional education means more to me than my academic one ever will. I mean, I know that I don’t take academia too seriously – like I should- but I still know that its important. And we are all going to put the pedal to the metal and make it through this last semester of college. But our emotional education, as David Brooks tells us, continues with us forever. And with our children (some day.) Have you ever thought about this? Its quite fascinating.
what are you thankful for?
“…nearly 53 billion land animals are slaughtered every year for human consumption.”
This is not me trying to make anyone feel guilty for enjoying their Thanksgiving. And this is not me trying to encourage you to do something that you don’t want to do. This is me bringing up a subject that I find interesting and is becoming news more and more each day. Also, I love the op-ed page.
College Urges Students to Get Alcohol Poisoning and Fear No Ramifications
“Group hopes to pass Good Samaritan policy at college,” but really, the group just wants to get blackout drunk, pass out outside their Circle Apartment in a puddle of vomit, have a cop find them, and not get in trouble for acting like an idiot.
According to the Ithacan article, “the policy would grant amnesty (pardon, let them be idiots) to all people involved in the situation: the person who called Public Safety, and the person in need of medical attention.”
I suppose this is a good thing, to relieve students of getting in trouble when their holding the hair back of a student crouched over a toilet screaming “I think I’m dying, I’m never going to drink again! EVARRR!” in between spews of vomit. Just because you won’t get in trouble, doesn’t mean it’s okay to drink a whole bottle of rum.
amnesty international
thumbs up to this policy
Not that I advocate drinking to the point that you black out, but some of my fondest college memories come from watching friends who probably should have gotten medical attention, but we neglected to, and a certain friend would scream about “the staple in his fucking ear” from a 300 costume on Halloween, or when I had to tackle him because mid-vomit he almost confused my computer for the trash can.
The Medical Amnesty Protocol has been in effect at Cornell since 2006. Authorities “practice the policy so students are not afraid to ask for help,” and it “aims to increase the likelihood of students calling for medical assistance in an alcohol-related emergency.” According to the Ithacan article from November 12th, “the amount of calls to Cornell’s public safety office doubled while the amount of alcohol consumed remained the same compared to before and after the policy was passed.” The policy doesn’t make it permissible to drink yourself to death.
Students, drunkards, and idiots, I urge you to oppose the Good Samaritan Bill: It is for weaklings. Drink up, vomit in your trash can, and drink a glass of water before going to bed. Alcohol Poisoning isn’t that bad, you just pass out for a long time so your organs can focus on getting all the alcohol out of your body, it’s the closest you’ll get to time traveling.
I jest, of course, if you have a friend in need, go ahead and call the authorities, but I do not believe the Good Samaritan policy should be viewed as an excuse to drink in excess of excess.
Scoopy Snacks
Any Ithaca resident with a sweet tooth knows of Wegman’s Scoopy Snack section in the back of the store.
“Please don’t mix different priced candies.”
“No Sampling!”
“Use tongs, please.”
But next time you’re there, take a look around and notice the walls -
wall of candy
The whole damn wall, all the way across the Scoopy Section is made of tubes FULL OF CANDY. Which got me thinking, yeah, this is awesome, there is so much candy here, but damn, what a waste. I’m not one to bitch about wasting and feeding hungry children, but there is SO MUCH CANDY along these walls. The tubes are about as big as a roll of paper towels, and six-ish feet tall. Dozens and dozens of tubes, full of Starbursts, Tootsie Rolls, Dubble Bubble, and lesser-known, non-brand-name candy.
I was assuming, “they must just re-use all of this candy to replenish the bins of Tootsie Rolls once it runs out, right?” But no. This candy has been in these tubes since the Scoopy Section first opened. I mean, look at the Starbursts above – the pinks have faded. What a waste.
And another thing, some of the gummy candies use tongs and others have scoopers. What’s the deal? Scoopers are fine for Swedish Fish, Sour Patch Kids (SPKs), pastel mints and Skittles, but gummy spiders? You expect me to scoop gummy spiders? I’m bound to take a leg off and maybe get three with each scoop. These require a tong.
r-e-c-y-c-l-e
Backstreet Boy
Childhood stars will grow up and always be remembered for whatever role it was they had in their youth. That guy from the Wonder Years was in some sitcom a few years ago, but I just remember him from the Wonder Years. Screech from Saved by the Bell is a standup comic/porn star now, but I’m sure everyone that sees him imagines him as the curly-haired nerd stuck in a locker. Lance Bass from N*Sync almost went into space, but then came out of the closet, but he was just remembered for being the vulnerable looking one from N*Sync. Which bring us to Kevin Richardson, remember him, from the Backstreet Boys? He was the darker one, the quieter one. No, not AJ. Here, remember?
Since his BSB days, Richardson has been working with animals – in a BIG way.
he wanted it this way
Now 32, Richardson lives with giant cats in South Africa. That’s more than Nick Carter can say. He was recently jailed for assaulting brother, Aaron.
I’m confused
The Gannett Center. Ever heard of it? That’s because it’s what 99% of students call “the Library,” and I’m sick of all this confusion with “what floor am I on?”
Libraries serve as meccas of information, hubs of learning on campus. The library is a place where random groups in class often meet to do projects, but how can any work be done if there is a huge dilemma with meeting up in the first place.
“Where are you? I’m on the second floor.”
“The second floor or the first floor?”
“The second floor. Well the main floor.”
“So, the first floor…”
“I’m on the floor marked 2, the one you come in when you enter the library, with all the computers, and the desks – the main floor!”
elevator signage
In the elevator, this red sign is the only thing helping us out. Next to the “2″ button, the sign reads, “Library 1st floor.” Thanks.
Library First Floor, Gannett Second Floor
This is the Main Floor.
Library Second, Gannett Third
Next floor up.
Library Third, Gannett Fourth
Floor after that.
shaft
And the fifth floor, so deserted, quiet and overlooked that it doesn’t even get a sign. All it gets is this original-issue “Quiet Study Area” sign.
So where are we? When in the Ithaca College Library, keep in mind, you are in a building much greater than just that – you are in the Gannett Center; home of the Handwerker Gallery, the Art History Department, the Anthropology Department, and, of course, the library.
Thanks to Brian Ivory for the phone pics, and the shared angst.
Credit Where Credit Is Due
Sometimes stuff that sucks can do something cool once in a while. Like when that loser from fifth grade has everyone from the grade over for a huge pool party. His parents hope he’ll make friends that way, but you’re just there for the diving board and Ruffles chips. Bud Light Sucks, I maintain that.
I walk into Wegmans last night and get the usual barrage of Bud Light advertisements. BL Lime, there’s even a new BL Golden Wheat, whatever the hell that is. But this one ad caught my eye…
and the love below
This “tailgate-approved” 24-pack has speakers and an MP3 connection. Ideal for pre-gaming in a parking lot, grilling burgers outside stadiums, or being a bro.
bom bom beedo
I guess this is pretty cool. Still doesn’t compare to the Natty Caddy though.
get our your nattlas
I was warming up to the idea of testing out this speakerbox. Then I got home and, while watching Dateline NBC’s “To Catch a Predator” per my Sunday night routine, noticed that some pervert brought 12 condoms, flowers, a corset, and you guessed it, a 12 of Bud Light to some potential rape victims house. Perverts: 0, Bud Light: -1, Natty: 1up.