There is a bright spot on my computer screen and it is making me paranoid because I'm afraid it's going to start multiplying. According to the internet this happens when water hits the LCD screen, so I've almost considered wiping the whole screen with a wet cloth so maybe it will just become a SUPER BRIGHT SCREEN. Yep. I'm sure that's exactly how that would work.
Remember how I said I wanted a skunk as a pet? I also want a burrowing owl. True story, bro.
This quarter, I've had my first experience with those huge lecture classes that everyone thinks of when they think about college. The lecture hall my Theater 100 class has a balcony with more seats! I didn't realize this until halfway through class when I looked up and say someone's shoes hanging over the balcony right above my head. It's really cool being in a lecture class that big, especially since if I look hard enough, I can find several people I know (in a university of tens of thousands, I have no clue how that works). Everyone talks about how impersonal big universities like this are, but I don't see it at all! I love huge lectures because I know I have a connection with everyone in the room (okay, I feel that way in Theater, I could care less about my Math peers). Plus, as my mom loves to point out, my Japanese classes keep getting smaller as I go on, and I know ninety percent of the people in my Japanese 103 class, and will continue to know them for another three years, since it's my major. Ohio State is a weird place, how the campus can seem so big and so small at the same time!
I swear that spot on my screen is moving. Legit.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Hello College. Remember Me, the Eco Freak?
Honestly, I always sort of figured that if there was one thing that college students would know about and uphold, it would be recycling.
I'm sure I didn't have the strongest grounds to back up this theory, but really now. College students are supposed to be the ones who know about the world. They're smarter (perhaps) than the average human, more likely to be a hipster and less likely to be a crack addict than the average high schooler or drop out. So of course that means that they should care more about the planet, and living in a sustainable environment, right?
Well, apparently I was wrong. No one - no one - in the Thompson library understands recycling.
Like, okay, it's one thing to simply not recycle. Sure, I want people to recycle. I want at least some of our resources to be reused so that we are not continually taking needlessly from the environment, but if people refuse to take part in that, I'm not going to pick a fight. Well, unless I know you - then I'll pick a fight. But I avoid that kind of thing with complete strangers.
But here's the problem we have at the library, and probably all over campus; people don't seem to know what goes in a recycling can. For instance; the styrofoam takeout containers from Canes? NO. The plastic bags from the grocery store? NO. Ziploc bags, apple cores, pizza boxes (still with pizza inside), broken mechanical pencils, tea bags? This is what I see every day when I put my apple juice bottle into the recycling (the trash can, I might add, contrasts nicely with the recycling; it normally has all kinds of paper and plastic). I mean, can anything really be done with the recycling that is taken out from here? Clearly, less than half of the stuff in the recycling can will be recycled, but is there a way that they sort it out, or do the recycling men just make a judgement decision and pitch all of it? I asked my co-worker one day why she put her used gum in the recycling. She told me it was because the janitors just put all of the recycling cans in the dumpster anyway. I mean really, what's the point of having recycling cans at this point? Clearly, no one except Environmental Policy majors can figure out how to use them.
I'm sure I didn't have the strongest grounds to back up this theory, but really now. College students are supposed to be the ones who know about the world. They're smarter (perhaps) than the average human, more likely to be a hipster and less likely to be a crack addict than the average high schooler or drop out. So of course that means that they should care more about the planet, and living in a sustainable environment, right?
Well, apparently I was wrong. No one - no one - in the Thompson library understands recycling.
Like, okay, it's one thing to simply not recycle. Sure, I want people to recycle. I want at least some of our resources to be reused so that we are not continually taking needlessly from the environment, but if people refuse to take part in that, I'm not going to pick a fight. Well, unless I know you - then I'll pick a fight. But I avoid that kind of thing with complete strangers.
But here's the problem we have at the library, and probably all over campus; people don't seem to know what goes in a recycling can. For instance; the styrofoam takeout containers from Canes? NO. The plastic bags from the grocery store? NO. Ziploc bags, apple cores, pizza boxes (still with pizza inside), broken mechanical pencils, tea bags? This is what I see every day when I put my apple juice bottle into the recycling (the trash can, I might add, contrasts nicely with the recycling; it normally has all kinds of paper and plastic). I mean, can anything really be done with the recycling that is taken out from here? Clearly, less than half of the stuff in the recycling can will be recycled, but is there a way that they sort it out, or do the recycling men just make a judgement decision and pitch all of it? I asked my co-worker one day why she put her used gum in the recycling. She told me it was because the janitors just put all of the recycling cans in the dumpster anyway. I mean really, what's the point of having recycling cans at this point? Clearly, no one except Environmental Policy majors can figure out how to use them.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Forgotten
I forget how many forms of creativity and media I have access to. I have a habit of getting stuck in a bubble with a single form for weeks verging on months, and forgetting that I can express myself in any other way.
For instance, there are times when my copic markers are my most prized possession, valued over every other item in my life. Then there are times like now when my markers sit on their own upstairs in my study, waiting for me to remember that they are an option in my life. It's not that I don't love them dearly, it's just that I forget about them. The same is true for any number of other media. I've been taking pictures of everything lately, which is something that I have not done in a long (read: loooooooooooong) time. I've gotten caught up in the thrill of getting a new, good camera, and finding out what I can take pictures of, and who I can take pictures of without them noticing and thinking that I'm a freak. Because of this, though, I've left drawing behind. I haven't drawn anything in two weeks. But do you know what I haven't done for even longer? I haven't written any stories for a longer time than that. Plus, it's been years since I've done poetry. Did you know I can write poetry? I mean, I'm not all that good at it but I certainly have the ability, and in the past I have exercised that ability in a big way. But I haven't done that in a while.
Here's the problem; I want to get better. I want to get better at everything I do. But I do so much. I've never been the one to find my own category and stick with it. No, I find my own category and oh look - there's something over there I want to try! I made a camera case this weekend. I sewed a mouse and a sunflower onto the back. Did you know I could sew? Add that to the list of things that I forget I can do. I want to get better at everything, but I never stick with something long enough to really improve. I have the artists on the internet that I really look up to for their artwork, and I want my work to be like them. I want to improve to have a similar style, but the second I start getting invested in studying how they do anatomy, or how they shade their pictures, I find another amazing artwork and artists and oh I want my artwork to look more like theirs!
I honestly really want to have an internet following. It's my dream. How am I supposed to get there if I cant have a unified enough art style, or be able to stick to one medium? You don't see that on the internet. You don't see people who do everything. They find one thing they're good at and they stick to it. I want that to be me. I want to be amazing at something. How am I supposed to do that, though, when there are so many different ways for me to express myself? I can't figure out what to do! It makes my life even more difficult with my obsessive need to archive things. I need to stick them in containers of the like. All of the line drawings together! All of the clay models together! Photographs, line up by date over here! But do I still put them all on the same site? Do I put different mediums on different sites? What do I do if I have something that fits in multiple categories, or if I draw a picture that goes with a story? How do I organize that?
I was told the other day that blog posts are meant to be short. I had been aiming at longer blog posts since I started blogging. Maybe I should stick to building bookcases.
For instance, there are times when my copic markers are my most prized possession, valued over every other item in my life. Then there are times like now when my markers sit on their own upstairs in my study, waiting for me to remember that they are an option in my life. It's not that I don't love them dearly, it's just that I forget about them. The same is true for any number of other media. I've been taking pictures of everything lately, which is something that I have not done in a long (read: loooooooooooong) time. I've gotten caught up in the thrill of getting a new, good camera, and finding out what I can take pictures of, and who I can take pictures of without them noticing and thinking that I'm a freak. Because of this, though, I've left drawing behind. I haven't drawn anything in two weeks. But do you know what I haven't done for even longer? I haven't written any stories for a longer time than that. Plus, it's been years since I've done poetry. Did you know I can write poetry? I mean, I'm not all that good at it but I certainly have the ability, and in the past I have exercised that ability in a big way. But I haven't done that in a while.
Here's the problem; I want to get better. I want to get better at everything I do. But I do so much. I've never been the one to find my own category and stick with it. No, I find my own category and oh look - there's something over there I want to try! I made a camera case this weekend. I sewed a mouse and a sunflower onto the back. Did you know I could sew? Add that to the list of things that I forget I can do. I want to get better at everything, but I never stick with something long enough to really improve. I have the artists on the internet that I really look up to for their artwork, and I want my work to be like them. I want to improve to have a similar style, but the second I start getting invested in studying how they do anatomy, or how they shade their pictures, I find another amazing artwork and artists and oh I want my artwork to look more like theirs!
I honestly really want to have an internet following. It's my dream. How am I supposed to get there if I cant have a unified enough art style, or be able to stick to one medium? You don't see that on the internet. You don't see people who do everything. They find one thing they're good at and they stick to it. I want that to be me. I want to be amazing at something. How am I supposed to do that, though, when there are so many different ways for me to express myself? I can't figure out what to do! It makes my life even more difficult with my obsessive need to archive things. I need to stick them in containers of the like. All of the line drawings together! All of the clay models together! Photographs, line up by date over here! But do I still put them all on the same site? Do I put different mediums on different sites? What do I do if I have something that fits in multiple categories, or if I draw a picture that goes with a story? How do I organize that?
I was told the other day that blog posts are meant to be short. I had been aiming at longer blog posts since I started blogging. Maybe I should stick to building bookcases.
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