“I am Merida and I’ll be shooting for my own hand!”
I’m over it.
It’s been only an hour, and I’m already realizing how often Facebook pops up into my brain.
“Aaron Veenstra is retarted. I wonder if Emily posted more pictures of her kid on her news feed. Oh, wait. I don’t care about my friends’ kids. Well, maybe something more exciting is happening there anyway.”
“I’m a sleepy girl. Maybe I’ll go lay down and spend a few minutes seeing how everyone else’s day was. It’s awesome because I can be a creeper without even approaching them to find out about their life.”
..Doesn’t that stuff just seem a little weird? Or even a tad bit nosey?
Think about how many people you come in contact with in a day, but then think about how many people’s days you know about without even speaking to them. You know about their kids, their worries, their highlights, favorite brand of chocolate, what their brother is doing and even their most insignificant thoughts.
I just feel like a phone conversation or an actual person-to-person encounter can accomplish all of that.
And Facebook is taking the fun out of everything! Draw Something, The Sims, and even Instagram. Everything is being done through Facbook, and Facebook is buying it all. They just can’t keep they’re grubby fingers off of shit.
And that stupid “One like = One Prayer” BS. That’s a very main reason why I got rid of it. Since when does liking a photo replace any actual sympathy it should generate?!
Liking a photo of half a little girl will not bring her limbs back. Please stop posting captions with those photos that suggest otherwise.
Some people on Facebook are stupid. I just can’t deal with them anymore.
This is my song of the day. It’s just so perfect for everything that I’ve been feeling lately.
It’s so uplifting. So promising. So hopeful. Encouraging. Freeing. Soft. Confident. Sweet. Empowering. It’s everything I’ve been needing in my life, and I could even keep going.
There are many phases to a person’s life. There’s the transition from childhood to adolescence, then to teenage years, then young adulthood, college life and then REAL adulthood, where everything you’ve become accustomed to over the past four years just go away and you’re left to nothing but work and life. While a few of my Carbondale family members will face the college/REAL adulthood transition quite soon, others have another year or so to go.
One of my very best friends down here learned some very surprising news the other day when she was going through class advisement. While she and her adviser were going through the courses she had left to take, her adviser also handed her a graduation application because is eligible to graduate early in December!
How fucking excited would you be to learn that you can graduate a whole semester early and bid school adieu forever?! I know I would be, and it sure the hell beats staying any extra.
As exciting as it is, I couldn’t help but let my face turn white and feel my heart drop when she told me the great news. Yes, graduating early would absolutely mean starting the job search early and being one step ahead of most others in her graduating class, but it also would mean that we wouldn’t be able to live together like we planned, I would have only about six more months with her and she would be just another name on the list of people I am going to have to accept being able to see only a few times a year if I’m lucky.
Maybe that’s selfish of me, but that’s what ran through my head. Who would still be here to be my friend? Who would I share my troubles and triumphs with if not her? Who could even put up with seeing me on an almost-everyday basis as easy as she does?
Though it’s freakishly close, my life hasn’t hit the phase change yet and I didn’t want hers to either. Maybe that makes me selfish, but I didn’t care.
I spent the last 18 hours or so in complete worry that I would lose a roommate and best friend way before it was time to, and I didn’t know what to do or how to think. Of course I wanted the absolute best for her, but I also didn’t want the worst for me. It’s been hard enough accepting the fact that half of the family I made my frist year here, in those shitty Kellogg dorms, is going to spread across the U.S. map by the summer. I just didn’t think I could handle another one tacking onto that list.
But then I woke up this morning. And then I played this song on my way to the newsroom, and then all of a sudden I just felt at peace about everything. I put myself in her shoes, and that’s when I figured out what I would have done if I were her.
I realized I would have made the choice that I was hoping she wouldn’t make if I were presented the same option. Maybe that makes me selfish. And then I realized that my life would go on without her right by my side and at my beckon text, and I could even look at it as a way to begin my own little phase change in life — the one where I don’t base my happiness on the people around me, but rather the accomplishments I’ve achieved since being on my own and breaking away from all the garbage that was home life.
And then this song’s lyrics took on a whole new meaning. And then I played it again. And again and again and again.
She ended up deciding not to graduate early. I didn’t want to leave you hanging after all the introspection and cliffhangers, but that totally wasn’t the point of my post.
I love you girl. I have since the day I met you, and I always will. I want nothing but the best for you, and I will always support any decision you make for your life whether it directly affects me or not.
I miss kissing. I need to find a boy down here real quick. I’m gettin’ lonely.
The following is this week’s installment of Weird Wood that published today in the Daily Egyptian.
Honor one’s life with a bang
Families don’t have to keep their cremated loved ones on display in an urn if they don’t want to.
Holy Smoke is a company in Stockton, Ala., that packs deceased loved ones’ ashes into bullets as a way to honor their nature-loving life by giving them one last bird hunt or round of clay targets, according to the company’s website.
The process starts with a visit to the website, where customers can choose which of six bullet gauges they want their loved ones packed in and how the name should look on the handcrafted wooden box they get shipped in. The company then asks for a pound of the deceased’s ashes so they can be “carefully and reverently” placed in a case of 250 shotgun shells or 100 rifle bullets, and the website ensures any excess ash will be returned to the customer with the final product.
The company calls it an environment-friendly way to celebrate the lives of anyone who loved the great outdoors, or a handy way to protect the home and family even in death.
That sounds like someone gets gypped somewhere. To be dead is to be free of all the obligations and stresses that come with life. Why would someone want to keep responsibility going and make their late loved one protect a home and ensure family security even after they’ve died?
In the same respect, to have one’s ashes placed in bullets and be used to kill another living thing seems a little ironic. They say things usually come in threes, but what good is there in playing death to make it come in 250s?
What ever happened to resting in peace?
The company’s website also claims that the ecological footprint this process leaves is “virtually nonexistent,” but I beg to differ.
Let’s say, for Thanksgiving dinner’s sake, Tom the turkey just fell victim to one of old Randy Schmandy’s ash bullets and will now be served as the main dish. Sure, eating Tom and leaving his bones behind is already more ecofriendly than burying him. But bones can take up to 80 years to decay depending on soil conditions, according to the Physics Forum website.
What if Schmandy loved to hunt and his family decided the only way to honor his life was to use all 250 bullets for killing turkeys? Even if Schmandy’s family had turkey dinner four times a month for the next five years, they would be contributing a maximum 19,200 years of bone decomposition to our landfills.
That ecological footprint hardly seems virtually nonexistent when you think about it like that.
Sure, the bullets don’t have to be used strictly for killing. Using the ash bullets to give a dead loved one a final round of clay target shooting is wasteful too. Shooting a bunch of clay targets doesn’t get anyone anything but pounds of clay trash when it could have been used to make handy objects such as jars, bowls or home décor.
The only logical solution to all of this is to simply leave those sentimental shells in their pretty packages on the mantle where they belong, which could make for a greater honor anyway. Loved ones’ lives may have been taken, but they don’t have be packed into a box of bullets that could keep on taking.
The following is an article I wrote for a recycled art show that will be featured in the University Museum through March 9
The University Museum will host an art exhibit this weekend that can only be described as “ecomodern.”
At least, that’s what this art form should be called if it had a name at all, said Michael Lorusso, a senior from Highland Park studying anthropology and president of the Museum Student Group, a Registered Student Organization.
“Sustain: A National Collegiate Recycled Art Exhibition” is set for a Friday reception between 4 and 7 p.m. in the museum’s South 2 Gallery, where patrons can visit the establishment and survey the art while enjoying cheese, wine and company. The exhibit, funded by a grant from the university’s sustainability committee, uses art to explore used goods’ potential to be repurposed for artistic expression, according to the show’s brochure.
Nate Steinbrink, curator of exhibits at the museum, said “Sustain” was created by both the student group and other artists whose work will be featured.
Steinbrink said he and Elissia Kimball, a senior from Carbondale studying art history and rehabilitation services, wrote a proposal for the show to the sustainability council last semester, and they have been working toward as sustainable an art exhibit as they could achieve ever since.
The result is a gallery that will use 73 percent less electricity while about 60 overhead light-emitting diode lamps illuminate 32 works of sustainable art by 14 different student and graduate artists, he said.
All of the show’s installments were made from various found and repurposed materials such as plastic bags, mud, cable wires and sawdust scraps. Even the pedestals the group constructed for the show were made to be reused later for other displays around campus, said Russell Schiller, a senior from Schaumburg studying anthropology and student group member.
Although “Sustain” will be on display for anyone to visit at normal museum hours through March 9, Steinbrink said a reception date is set so visitors from surrounding towns can be formally invited to see the art show and have refreshments.
Recycled art has always existed in the art community, but use of the medium has recently resurged and the need for its acceptance has grown, Steinbrink said.
“Art can be a great vehicle to talk about sustainability and how we can make materials more sustainable,” he said. “This new phase of sustainable art is about actually taking something, breaking it down into its little parts and making it your creation. … You can transform a material so much that it doesn’t even seem like it is (how it started out).”
One such transformed material in the show is a wooden drawer that Kimball said she added found objects to, turned into a lamp and exhibited when she was a sophomore at John A. Logan College. Another piece she said she will show is called “House of Kim,” which is a re-creation of an earlier project that was made of photo negatives and wood finisher during a time when she was dealing with the possibility of her grandfather’s death.
“This re-creation, though, is sort of a larger installment, with pictures of the negatives blown up, placed on transparencies and arranged on plastic so this time there’s no window,” she said. “I guess the difference between this art show and last is that we were much more conscious of the materials we used to create our work.
While some of the exhibit’s art was created to commemorate a personal sentiment, others were made with a specific message in mind.
Jason Wonnell, a senior from Joliet studying print-making and communication design, said his installment, “Every Tool is a Weapon,” was created to blur the line between media and war, especially in the sense that media acts as a war-enabler. He said tools of both war and media are made and brought to people via the same sister companies and conglomerate corporations that provide them with nightly news, and he thinks it is interesting to see those lines get masked over time but still be evident in today’s world.
“By taking the parts of the television and turning the shape of a rocket or missile or bomb, I feel like there’s a stronger visual connection between the two that speaks to (people),” he said.
Kimball said three workshops will follow the exhibition, all of which are also funded by the green fund grant, to maintain the emphasis on repurposing found materials. She said the workshops will include making candles from old wax, picture frames from old books and terrariums. She said each workshop will be held one Saturday after another starting Feb. 18.
Steinbrink said even though “Sustain” is a temporary art exhibit, all of the techniques the group used to put it together will be outlined in a 12-page brochure that will be available both at the reception and online for others to reference and hopefully adopt as their own.
“Hopefully it will live on as much more than this exhibit,” he said.
…. I’ve had my article in for editing since an hour and a half before deadline. This picture describes my mood perfectly.
WHY AM I STILL IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN NEWSROOM?!
Since it seems like I won’t get out of here until I’ve croaked, I decided now would be a good time to catch up on homework. It’s still kind of funny to me that keeping up with Tumblr is considered homework, but whatever. I’ll take the easy A. Gotta love Health 101.
I don’t exactly remember what has happened in my life since I last posted. Maybe that means my life is too boring for Tumblr. Maybe this wasn’t the right SMART (still don’t know what the initials stand for) goal for me after all. Oh well. I’ll vent on this thing for a while and get a grade for it.
My friends went to go have chicken and beer tonight for supper. I couldn’t go because I’m still fucking stuck in this fucking newsroom, and my editors seem to not have an idea of what it means to have editing courtesy. Doesn’t it just make sense to edit the articles as they come in, like a first come first serve kind of deal? If I ever get to be the editor of a newspaper, that’s going to be the one thing I’ll be a Nazi for.
After sitting and sitting and sitting and waiting and waiting some more and getting my soul sucked out of me by this newsroom on an almost daily basis, I promise to all the people who may end up working under me that you will never meet someone who is more considerate of your time. I promise to let you leave my newsroom as soon as possible, as long as your articles hit deadline in the same manner.
People are starting to heat up their dinners and refuel for the second part of their night. I would have been able to go home and do the same thing if people in here were considerate of other people’s time.
I’m just super duper bitter about this whole thing. I’m frustrated more than half the time I’m doing newspaper work, and I don’t foresee this getting any better. I’m starting to think more and more that I should probably get into a different field. No one likes a constantly aggrivated journalist. I spelled aggrivated wrong; Google Chrome told me so. I don’t care though. Journalism has no place for people like that, either.
I feel like my life is in shambles, and I don’t know how to fix that.