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Every Day Is Exactly The Same…

…But some are definitely worse than others.

I think I’m sick. I still have half a dozen papers floating over my head. It’s way too hot here. I’m tired. My cord of wood still hasn’t arrived. I could continue this forever. But instead, I’ll do that update that I’ve been meaning to do.

• Several weeks ago, for Thanksgiving break, I once again went to the SOA protest in Georgia. It was an alright time, but I think I’m completely past enjoying protests and actions of that sort. They don’t do it for me anymore, and they’re ineffectual.

• Some Ithacan reporter asked me a few questions yesterday. He was funny, a much worse interviewer than I. I’m getting better though, all of my interviews this semester have been quite easy and laidback.

• While I was down south, I visited a friend in Atlanta, and we went to a sports bar called The Dumpster. Enough information, right? The place was hilarious, everyone drank too much, it was a fun time. I met my friend’s new roommate, who’s into scooters. He goes to scooter rallies. Seriously, no one can bust my (or anyone elses) balls for going to MINI events ever again.

• I also ran the Tail of the Dragon twice. If this doesn’t make sense to you, that’s probably a good thing. For the people who do understand what this means. Well, that’s even better. For more information on Route-129, visit the “official” site. Also, check out my video that I made. I uploaded it onto YouTube, so check it out. I have no idea why, but I’m not able to insert YouTube videos into this blog like you see everywhere else. Something isn’t set up correctly.

• My cord of wood that I ordered more than a month ago is still not in my driveway or stacked neatly on my deck. First I was scheduled to get it the Wednesday of spring break. Then it was the Wednesday after that. Then it was this past Sunday. I get a time of delivery, I tell them where I live and directions, and then Sunday about noon I get a message saying that someone is in the hospital after an accident with a splitter and they won’t be able to deliver it today. Maybe tomorrow. (Today. It didn’t happen.) I’ll have to call them again tomorrow. I just want my wood. They better knock $20 off of the cost.

• Oh, and I put my snow tires on yesterday since it snowed an inch overnight. The MINI handles completely different, and I love the black rim look. I’ll have to take some pictures soon. They’re just steelies, but still. The car is slightly higher, it looks ready to rally!

That’s all. I’m now going to leave the Pub, go back to my apartment, and try to do some work before passing out. I hope I don’t have anything stronger than a cold. But it’s probably something like mono or bird flu. I’ve been exhausted for probably a week now. Bleh.

Don’t Worry // About A Thing

This past Saturday I went on a MINI rally in New Jersey. Was a nice drive, fifteen MINIs total.

And yesterday, I had my first scheduled maintenance. Keeler MINI could not figure out my high speed noise problem, but they made sure to blame it on everything that I’ve done on the car.

Wrote an op-ed for The Ithacan over the weekend. Still plugging away on one paper for Magazine Writing. Bunch of other things coming up. Oh well. Next week is Thanksgiving Break. I’m going down to Georgia to protest the School of the Americas. It will be my third time there. Probably going to write an article about it. Driving the MINI down, sharing a hotel room with a bunch of strangers, and then spending an extra day carving up some twisties in North Carolina and Tennessee.

Then it’s back to Ithaca, where my parents are coming down for the whole Tofurkey feast! mm.

Getting a cord of wood delivered next week too. So things are shaping up. Only four more weeks of classes, then a week of finals. Then it’s winter break. I’m not sure, I think I might stick around Ithaca for most of the time. If for no other reason than to keep my apartment warm so the pipes don’t freeze.

SOA Watch
Tail of the Dragon

My Ego

I had a few lines in today’s Ithacan. They sort of fugged up my blog’s name, but at least my own name was spelled right. It was enough to inflate my ego a bit. Otherwise, this week is almost over. Today I’ve been running back and forth, trying to get the library to remove its figurative head from its ass and stop billing me for late fees on DVDs that I returned on time.

Anyone who comes here because of The Ithacan article will probably be sorely disappointed. Ah well.

Hilarious Letter To The Ithacan

I don’t particularly care for The Ithacan one way or the other (my one semester of copy-editing, where I only copy-edited sports stories, may or may not have anything to do with it), but sometimes there are some real gems. And here’s one. A letter sent in, responding to Hersh’s talk. I happened to applaud, although to say that “most of the audience erupted in applause” is an overstatement. Perhaps a fifth of the crowd.

Applause is upsetting
By Kevin C. Marshall ’05
March 31, 2005

Four years ago, as a naive freshman, I was confused by a bumper sticker that said, “Ithaca, N.Y. – 10 sq. miles surrounded by reality.” Since then I’ve had many different experiences that have illuminated this clever motto. From attending a college that invites reactionary ice cream makers to deliver the commencement address, to living in a town that prides itself on its filthy 1960s era “Commons,” I now know, all too well, how Ithaca distinguishes itself from “reality.” However, no other experience was as revealing as the reaction to Seymour Hersh’s March 24 lecture.

At one point, Hersh stated that Clinton was the only president since WWII who bombed white people, at which point most of the audience erupted in applause. I was shocked. I’m still not certain what caused the applause and cheer – maybe people forgot how horrific the bombing campaign was, or maybe they felt that bombing white people was benevolent, or maybe they simply forgot about the many civilians who died as “collateral damage.” War is sometimes necessary, as it was in Yugoslavia; however, applauding the killing of people is revolting and nauseating. But sadly, it is not atypical of the delusional mindset all too prevalent in Ithaca.

I hope some Ithacans decide to put the KoolAid down and join the rest of the world, realizing that bathing is cool, that conducting yourself with respect is not old-fashioned, that applauding bombing campaigns is shameful, and that most of all, Ithaca, N.Y. does not represent reality.

Ahahaha, it gets me everytime! :lol: I’m entertaining the idea of responding, but I don’t know.