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beautiful photographs, personal rants and swine flu

  By Sarah | September 17, 2009 - 6:50 pm | Findings, Pics & Toons
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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.

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robert zimmerman

  By Sarah | September 16, 2009 - 10:23 am | Findings
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Bob Dylan's Danish exhibit will feature 100 acrylics and watercolors.

Bob Dylan's Danish exhibit will feature 100 acrylics and watercolors.

Bobby Dylan is Jewish and releasing an album of Christmas Carols.

But after you get over that one, try this on for size. Just like Mr. Macca, he is a painter. More than 100 of Dylan’s own paintings and artwork will be on display in the Statens Museum for Kunst, the Danish National Gallery in Copenhagen. So if you have time, swing by and check it out.

phishing around

  By Sarah | September 13, 2009 - 11:58 am | Findings
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Like Phish? And Try? I bet you’ll like him even more when the musical world can take him seriously (for once? who knows…?) —

Trey Anastasio performed with the New York Philharmonic at Carnegie Hall on Saturday night (last night.) It was a for a benefit foundation named for his sister, Kristine Anastasio Manning. She was an environmentalist and author who died of cancer in April.

Check it out.

junkie, woodstock & photographs

  By Sarah | September 10, 2009 - 8:00 pm | Findings
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The New York Times is my hero.

For those of you who do not know, I am a Times junkie— and read it constantly and send articles and interactive features to friends via email (here is my favorite.) I spend as much time on it as you do on Facebook. Yes, I do not have Facebook- and you would think that would cut down on my internet perusing time, but it’s actually quite the opposite. And worse. Because now I just consume information and news 24/7. I never escape it and sometimes it prevents me from interacting with other human beings. But hey, it exercises my brain and I am not a zombie waste of space. So it’s much better off- just consider it.

Now that I have my findings section here expect it to be blasted with information hourly. I cannot wait.

Another:

NYT asked concert goers of Woodstock to share their personal photos online. It’s a pretty incredible slide show. Go ahead, waste some time.

06ugwoodstock37_600And for the real deal Woodstock coverage photos, here.

walk home from class, through pictures

  By Riley | September 1, 2009 - 11:41 am | Pics & Toons, Reviews
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In the midst of our first full week on campus, I’ve decided to share with you some things that may be overlooked as you walk back to your residence.
While I did see a campus cop ticketing a car in the parking lot at the backside of Park, I chose not to photograph for fear of the officer giving me a hard time. I’m over 21, I don’t have a car on campus. As far as I’m concerned, there’s not much they can do to me, that is unless I start photographing them.
The next thing to draw my attention was not an authority. In fact, it has no authority whatsoever. It was this turtle who met his fate when a car’s tires hit him. Perhaps this turtle died in his attempt to get out of the way of more traffic. More likely, some thoughtful pedestrian or remorseful driver kicked him to the side of the road.
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a turtle, shell cracked

The next thing I saw, right across from ded-turt, were these ducks. I think they’ve got problems. On my way home from campus one night, I saw these guys wandering in the middle of the path next to the pond. I assumed they’d waddle away, being intimidated by a six-foot tall human. They didn’t. They just stood there like freak ducks. I also overheard some people talking about how they ushered the ducks into their apartment and let them stay there. While it was fun, they admitted, the ducks shat everywhere and they had to clean it up. What do you expect? You deserve it – they’re animals

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ducks, cuddling along the banks of the pond

It being a nice day, I thought I’d take a photo of my shadow. This picture has some sharp fall-off. I think that’s what it is – I’ve only been in Media A&A for one day, but being one of the few seniors in the class, I thought I’d try to do the mature thing and apply some of the vocab. Also notice the mass in my left hand: A shirt, taken off during the day because, in traditional Ithaca fashion, the temperature rose from 56 to 73 degrees over the course of a few hours.

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self-portrait

I saw these bumper stickers on a car near my house. As a TV-R major, I feel as though I should be offended by these stickers. I wonder what this person studied in college. Was it English? Was it Biology? Was it Women’s Studies? How would they like it if I displayed stickers on my car reading “KiLL BOOKS,” KiLL ANIMALS,” “KiLL… et cetera.”

If you have a problem with this, I know several TV-R professors who will refute your supposed claim that television makes you stupid.

kill tv bumper sticker

an expression of angst

Finally, the last interesting object I saw on the ground before climbing the stairs to the place I call home. An empty Old Milwaukee can. Looks like somebody had a great weekend.

cheap beer

weekend debris

So what does this walk home tell us about IC? Bad drivers, dependent ducks, unpredictable weather, egotistical liberals, and cheap drunkards.

so you’re a hippy…

  By Riley | August 18, 2009 - 12:41 pm | Rants
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Cool car. Good job spending hundreds to convert your engine so it can run on vegetable oil. And for what? I know what you were thinking – the initial investment is a lot, but it’ll pay off. Bullshit. You paid a lot to get your car like this, and you didn’t even get your money’s worth. Otherwise, why would you be selling it. I don’t know who you are, but as I found this car – a VW – parked at GrassRoots, I’m going to assume a few things; you’re a hippy, you’re a vegetarian, and you own a reggae CD (or tape depending on system). Good luck finding a new car. I’ll be the guy eating meat and filling up with regular.
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put that needle to the groove

  By Sarah | August 18, 2009 - 11:45 am | Reviews
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There is something about Ithaca that makes me feel welcome. Well I have been coming here for eight or so years (with an older sibling as an alumni) and even though its been that long, any amount of time can go by and it always feels like home. It is hard to feel like an outsider here. There will be someone stranger, larger, smaller, normal, crazier, older, younger, someone more uptight or loose— someone is always flying their freak flag. And I LOVE IT.

Being just three blocks from the commons- the walks over are so pleasant. Having too much time to think can go either way, but right now its definitely a good thing. A way to get your mind in order before classes start and before your every day commitments (for the first time in eight or so months!) lie ahead. Even though this long summer is coming to an end and we will all miss it VERY MUCH- I am definitely looking forward to getting my brain in gear and having some serious fun.

Until then I plan on spending all of my time and money milling around ANGRY MOM records. It’s in the basement of Autumn Leaves and they have a sexcellent selection of serious vinyl. Check it out- it’s never too late for a beautiful hobby like records in wax.

National Pride

  By Riley | August 5, 2009 - 8:39 am | Rants
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I consider myself, like most Ithaca students, liberal. I think I’m the smartest person in the room , I don’t buy things from Wal-Mart, and I listen to the Grateful Dead. But I am not a fucking hippie. I shower.

A few weeks ago, I worked for a food vendor at the Grassroots Festival with a few other kids around my age, whom I got along with pretty well. Our supervisor was a man of middle-eastern descent. I got along with him too. A very easy-going man, we could joke around and give each other a hard time. I soon learned that he nearly used the guise of being a vendor to enjoy the music scene.

falafel grassroots

One day at the festival, after getting off the phone with someone, speaking in a different language, he instructed me to rinse something out using a colander, ya know, a strainer. But with his accent, the word ‘colander’ sounded like ‘calendar,’ ya know, a dayminder. I wasn’t even the first one to joke about his accent, but I’ll admit that it was humorous. It was one of the other kids that said, “You mean a CAH-LINDER, boss?”

Then, hippie-bitch that worked with us tried to pull the righteous card. “Real mature guys, make fun of a man not from this country about his accent.” I was okay with this, everyone has those few words we can’t say right. But then she came out with, “Let’s see how good your Hebrew is.”

Furious. Go take a shower, hippie.

speak english patch