Artsy Agenda

Beginning on Monday and continuing until the start of school, a friend and I have planned out a plethera of artistic endeavors with which we can enjoy the end of the summer.

Here are some of this week's plans:

Tye-dying

Photography at the park

Friendship bracelets

Baking banana bread (truly, an art form for some)

Walking barefoot outside (again, artsy)

Actually, those were only the plans from the past two days. Does it sound like I've been having loads of fun in artistic expression?! In reality, we never got around to doing any of these things because of late hours at work and more pressing responsibilities than leisure.

On today's agenda, we had thrift shopping for vintage apparel. I believe this adventure is actually quite high in priority- I don't think we can afford to blow it off. You see, we have noticed a startling pattern: We looked like schlubs at the Corn Hill Arts Fest and seemed to be schmucks at the Park Ave Fest. We hope to feel like we fit in more than bell-bottoms in a crowd of skinnies or denim in a sea of neon. Thus, I believe I will make it to Godiva's Vintage Thrift Shop today with my friend.

Image thanks to Nature Graffiti's Blog

I will let you know if I can pull off the artsy look ;)

Mott's Apple Mash

On Saturday, a carload of friends and I drove by the Mott's Applesauce Factory in Williamson, NY. Since I have been living on campus, I had altogether missed the latest news on Mott's. Factory workers have been on strike outside of Mott's for quite some time. We drive by on day 76 of the strike. I'm sure the group is still out there today, day 78, under their tent with their picket signs, rallying against corporate greed.

Mott's has already filled the minimum-wage factory line job positions that were left empty by the protesters.

I'm not sure who is being more silly: the dozens of workers continuing to set up camp outside of the Mott's factory while Mott's continues business as usual or me and my friends who swiftly pulled off the road to run and pose with the giant inflatable rat that the protesters had set up outside the factory. We moved so quickly that the picketers couldn't approach us!

Anomalous and Anonymous

I understand a post about anomalies may seem exciting.

a·nom·a·ly  /əˈnɒməli/ [uh-nom-uh-lee]

–noun, plural -lies.


1. a deviation from the common rule, type, arrangement, or form.

3. an odd, peculiar, or strange condition, situation, quality, etc.  

But I must forewarn you that those anomalies which I am about to divulge to you are of an anonymous character.

a·non·y·mous   /əˈnɒnəməs/ [uh-non-uh-muhs]

–adjective

3. lacking individuality, unique character, or distinction: an endless row of drab, anonymous houses.  

Anonymous Anomaly Number 1:

I cannot type with both hands. If you saw me pecking away with my two fingers on this keyboard in Carlson, you would either laugh at me or tell me to quiet down because these keys are far too noisy for a library. The anomalous part of this story is that I am working a new job as an office assistant who must type huge evaluations into a database. You'd better believe that I will be practicing true typing skills from now forward... starting after this blog.

Anomalously Anonymous Number 2:

I wanted to begin a regular habit of posting a series called "Movie Monday" on this blog. I would watch one or two movies per week and post my movie reviews/ movie trailers/ movie clips on my blog every Thursday. Ha! No that's not the anomaly, I would have done it on Mondays. Sorry for the fake out. Anyways, I even went to see a movie last night to help me on this endeavour! But by the time I made it back to a computer after the movie, it was already Tuesday. Lame. The anomaly was averted when I refused to post a Movie Monday review on Tuesday. Although I wrote about it here... My newest idea: Flummery Friday.

Anomaly of Anonymity Number 3:

I went bowling last night. Score from my first game: 73. Score from my second: 51.

Anonymously Anomalous Number 4:

I am Italian and I made pasta last night. My grandma has disclosed her super secret and super delicious recipe for red pasta sauce to me. I bought a basil plant for the express use of cooking said pasta sauce. Anomaly: my half Chinese, half Korean friend has to tell me to water my basil plant daily for it to survive. And I used Danny Wegman's Sun Dried Tomato Sauce on my pasta last night.

I had more anomalies stored up from the past few days, but they have become so anonymous to me, that I cannot bare to continue typing (especially because the letters on this keyboard are mostly worn off.)

The Chocolate Ugly Cake

Jillian Meacham visited campus this past weekend
To surprise our organic chemistry friend.
With the chocolate chips she held in her hand,
We could follow Carly's kitchen command.

Strawberries crackling in the frying pan
Signified that creativity (and salivation) had began.
Stacking cake upon filling and filling upon brownie,
At Agape that night, none would be frowning.

Walking to the chapel in seventy-two degree heat,
We four bakers met an unforseen feat:
Globs of chocolate ran down from our creation,
The cake layer shifting from its initial location.

Happy 21st birthday to you, David Wit!
Sorry your cake was only semi-legit.

Me So Confused.

I had Miso Soup for the first time yesterday! Miso paste, seaweed, baby shrimp... it was great! Except I was a bit confounded about the conflicting claims on the soup's history. My room mate introduced it to me as a Japanese dish. Later in the day, antoher friend contended that Miso Soup has its origins in Korea and that the Japanese have consistently been encroaching on Korean trademarks and claiming them as their own (case in point: Dokdo-- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dokto. However, since Wikipedia (which is a dot org!) says that Miso is a Japanese dish, I will side with Japan this time.