the decade

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There has been a lot of press out there about the end of the 00′s. I’m not too sure how to pronounce that, but that is what they’re calling it. Whoever they are.  It is the first decade of the new millennium and I can say that it is the first decade that my conscious adult self can remember all of. We were all there for the 1990s, but I missed out on a lot of it, because well- I was a child. However, in this decade a lot has happened, which means there is a lot to say.

The other day I found this gem of a list. Well, its a whole bunch of lists. If you know me you know that I love ranking favorites, the best, the worst, and well I love any sort of list basically. This WHOLE SERIES of lists (!!!) comes from Time Magazine. Including the best magazine covers, the best tee shirt slogans, the best movies of the decade (note the top three are animated- what does that say?/that’s pretty fricken awesome.) There is a whole bunch to chose from. There is nothing more fun than talking about hits and misses and cultural phenomenons- who doesn’t love the I Love the…. series on Vh1??

Then there is also this that i stumbled upon. It is incredibly morbid, yet fascinating. And just because it is depressing does not mean that we can ignore it. Also released from Time Magazine, it is their latest cover story. The Decade From Hell. It even has a photo essay of the top ten worst moments of the decade. Now I was debating whether or not I wanted to share this with all of you…but I decided it cannot be overlooked. Plus there is some beautiful photographs in there.

And since I want to end on a not so distressing and bleak moment, this is a story from the NYTimes last month, a debate of what we should call this decade that is coming to a close. The Decade from Hell seems like a little too much. I was thinking more of “The Age of Anxiety.” What do you think?

HOLY COW. As I edit this, I just stumbled upon this coming Sunday’s New York Times Magazine cover story. Its all about this year’s ideas and innovations. I love it. Enjoy.

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127248Moral 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.

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self loathing

David Brooks is one of the Op-Ed Columnists of the NYTimes. After devoting one of his pieces to the reported conclusions of Columbine, Brooks got the first and only media interview with two of the parents of the killers: Tom and Sue Klebold- their son, Dylan Klebold, was one of the murderers. (This summer I read Columbine. And I will say it is one of the most remarkable books I’ve ever read. Since our generation was so young when this happened, I think 11, it clears up a lot of rumors and myths about what really happened. If you have the stomach for it, I highly recommend it.)

And for most of you who know me well know that I love the NYTimes- and know that I love the NYTimes Op-Ed page more than anything else. Now is the beginning of me posting the best of articles. As dubbed by my dad as “must read column of the year” I couldn’t agree more. Please check it out. With lines like “Today, immodesty is as ubiquitous as advertising…” you can only want to read more.

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ithaca is terrifying

The gorges, third dam to be precise, is a wonderful place to cool off. With a 92 degree day (which only occurs in late August and mid-April for some reason I can’t fathom,) everyone and their mother had to cool off. While guys were jumping off the cliffs, girls were floating in the water, and townies were either ripping joints on the rocks or scoping out girls to masturbate to, I went hunting.
There’s a lot to see beneath the surface at the gorges – like this freshwater lobster:
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Measuring an astounding fourteen inches, it’s among the largest to be caught this season.

Also found under the surface was a Zona can and a lot of cigarette butts.

More alarming, though, was an aforementioned townie who decided to bring his pet snake to the gorge for the day.

A few problems with this: Don’t carry something that a large amount of people are terrified of. I’m not bringing my pet gun or a clown in public.

What if he let’s go? Snakes swim, and I bet they do so faster than me, especially while I’m panicking.

Thirdly, while he took a break from cooling off his snake, and retreated to the aforementioned rocks, I didn’t see the snake. That’s not to say he didn’t put it in a cage, I wasn’t watching too attentively – I was hunting lobsters – but when I see a guy playing with a snake in water, then see him, snakeless, smoking on a rock while I’m swimming, I get a little frightened.

If you’ve read down this far, I’ll tell you a secret – the lobster is really just a crayfish.

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