Happy Birthday Wolfy

In this episode of “Sometimes I leave my apartment and don’t go to my office, Kroger, the library, band, or church,”¹ I celebrate Mozart’s birthday with the Ann Arbor Symphony Orchestra (A²SO) at the Michigan Theater. Because I’m cheap, I only pay to sit in the back of the balcony. Will I be able to hear the orchestra? Will I be able to see the orchestra? Will Mozart be properly feted? Find out next time right after this commercial break by reading the next line.

Yes. It was a good concert. It was the first time I’ve been in the audience at the Michigan Theater instead of on the stage². I could see and hear just fine, unless scores of people reading this are now going to buy balcony tickets at future A²SO performances, in which case my seat was horrible; there was a pillar three inches in front of my face, you needed binoculars to find the stage, and the acoustics made the orchestra sound like a chorus of kazoos.

The orchestra opened with a premier of a piece by a UM composition student. That was followed by the Mozart Clarinet Concerto, which was the main/actual reason I was at Mozart’s Birthday Bash. This clarinet concerto was composed in 1791 for Anton Stadler on the Basset clarinet and was one of Mozart’s last works. It’s been used in movies – the second movement in Out of Africa and the first in The King’s Speech. During high school, I had the misfortune pleasure of suffering through playing this clarinet concerto under the tutelage of my clarinet teacher. After months of agonizing diligent practice, we produced an instant platinum album a single CD recorded by an iPhone. Naturally, when I found out the A²SO would be playing this piece, I had to get a ticket to see it.

It’s a different experience listening to a performance of a piece that you’ve spent months playing. Being familiar with a piece is one thing; knowing every rest, run, and arpeggio is quite another. But since up through the end of the eighteenth century, many composers used few dynamic/stylistic markings, every publisher (and player) of the Clarinet Concerto has a slightly different interpretation of the piece. Other things of note: the soloist played the concerto on the Basset (A) clarinet instead of transposed for the Bb clarinet, and he wore a neon yellow/gold suit jacket that I could very clearly see from the back of the theater.

After intermission, the second half of the concert featured Mozart’s first and last symphonies. His first symphony was written in 1764 at the age of eight. I was still over a year away from picking up a clarinet at the age of eight. His last symphony, Symphony No. 41, was composed in 1788. It’s a little more complex than his first symphony. Just slightly. It’s three times as long, is scored for more instruments, and includes five themes going at the same time at the end of the fourth movement. But. Both his first and last symphonies contain the same four note motif . . . just surrounded by parts of varying complexity. I think that’s pretty cool.

And so, with a final chord, Mozart’s Birthday Bash concluded. I enjoyed myself, and also the chance to be in front of the stage, instead of on or behind it, for once.

¹Seriously, I haven’t left the Ann Arbor city limits in over two months. I have some thoughts on why this feels different from never leaving Ithaca while I was at Cornell, but I think that needs to be its own post.

²The Ann Arbor Concert Band also performs at the Michigan Theater.

Taste of Home

One week, faced with eggs that needed to be used up, half an onion leftover from making beef soup, and pineapple leftover from pineapple chicken, I made fried rice. I cooked up rice and chicken, added frozen vegetables and all my leftovers, and it was almost like a meal from home. To be completely like a home-cooked meal, the chicken would have had to be leftover too. But it was enough to remind me of home. It’s funny, how the smallest things can remind you of other things, and how certain smells, tastes, or sounds are inextricably linked to particular times or places.

The Lindseth climbing wall at Cornell, before it was renovated, smelled of an unmistakable mix of chalk, sweat, damp climbing shoe leather, and a hint of wet concrete. There’s nothing like that smell and I have yet to conduct very scientific experiments at other climbing walls to verify that statement.

Last day at Lindseth before renovation

When you’re the first to walk into Lynah Rink before a hockey game, you can still smell the fresh ice. It’s different from middle-of-the-game fresh ice and open-skate fresh ice. Really.

Almost empty Lynah pre-hockey game

After fourteen years in various bands, a lot of other things remind me of band. Snickers (the candy) because the pep band always got them at men’s hockey games. 3 Musketeers (also the candy) because I would buy them from the band parents during our lunch breaks at music festival in high school. Hearing the vibraslap always reminds me of playing “Caribbean Rondo” in ninth grade. (The vibraslap is an important part of the ending.)

Catalpa trees – my seventh grade leaf project, in which I also identified different species of elm, oak, maple, and sumac, among others. Plus I learned that ginkgo is spelled with two g’s. Chickadees – one particular bird that sang what sounded like four notes of “The Star Spangled Banner” at absurd hours of the morning at our campground in Bar Harbor, Maine. Orange slices – halftime of soccer games. Hoodsie cups (with the wooden spoon) – elementary school birthday parties. Tuna sandwiches – picnic lunches on road trips. Also vital to road trips: at least one playthrough of our 1980s John Denver CD.

I could probably come up with absurd connections for dozens of other things, because that’s how my mind works. I’ll end with this obscure one: the color red and a particular university located in Ithaca, NY.

Apple, apple, watermelon, strawberry

When I was first learning to play the clarinet, one of my music teachers told us how to count rhythms with fruit. It’s one of those funny things you do in band, like imagining you have a string attached to the top of your head that goes up to the ceiling and makes you sit up straight. But about the fruit. Words naturally have their own rhythms, some of which happen to coincide nicely with common musical rhythms. For example, “apple” is segmented into two even syllables that count off eighth notes neatly. We also use peach for quarter notes, pear for half notes, watermelon for sixteenth notes, strawberry for triplets, and blueberry for an eighth note followed by two sixteenth notes.¹

The title rhythm notated musically, verbally, and fruit-ically

The fruit was fun. Learning to play right hand C was not. The background you need to know for this involves two things: the key system of the clarinet and my hands. First, my hands. I am the size of a middle schooler. Second, the clarinet key system. The most commonly used key system is the Boehm system, and a handful of notes, including the C mentioned at the top of this paragraph, can be played either with your left or right pinky. When I first started playing in fourth grade, my hand was physically too small to reach the right hand C without much pain and struggle. I chose to avoid much pain and struggle by playing middle C with my left hand all the time. This continued throughout all of middle school and the first half of ninth grade. Then I started taking clarinet lessons.

During my very first lesson, my teacher asked me to play a two octave C scale and instantly noticed I was playing left hand C. She immediately started working to change that, because reasons. Actually, you need to be able to play both right and left hand C so that you can finger certain not uncommon runs and intervals.

Among the many ironies of my life, as I was being forced encouraged to play right hand C, we were preparing for our last concert of the year. One of our pieces was a medley of songs from The Little Mermaid. During “Under the Sea,” the third clarinets play an arpeggio in C, which is our home key². Except that the arpeggio goes from open G to middle C, a fingering change that moves from all holes open to all fingers on deck. I tried. I managed to get it a couple of times during rehearsal. Then I played the part with left hand C during the concert.

I’ve learned a lot of things in band over the years. I still remember my elementary school band teacher coming into the cafeteria at lunch time to sing solfege with the whole grade. Before every concert in middle school, we were reminded that early is on time. And then there’s all we learned about fingerings, working through tricky rhythms, breathing, shaping the line, balance, intonation, and right hand C. I play it like that by default now. Most of the time.

¹Five notes in a beat is “university,” six can be thought of as two triplets smashed together in one beat, and by the time you get to seven or more, you give up counting, fake lots of notes, and come in at the next downbeat.

²It’s our musical happy place. We have no sharps or flats.

Hezekiah’s Next Big Adventure

Hezekiah and I have been through a lot together. Band rehearsals three or four times a week for most of middle school and high school. Clarinet lessons. Concerts. Music festivals. Four years of pep band, including: the time it snowed at lacrosse, the time I chipped my mouthpiece by dropping my clarinet at Lynah, the time it poured at sprint football, and the other time it poured at baseball. We’ve rattled around in buses, bumped along on my bike, been carted around in cars, soared on a plane, and made the move from New England to Ithaca to Ann Arbor. Our latest venture: the Ann Arbor Concert Band.

The week I moved into my apartment, Hezekiah, Cyrille, and I set off to conquer the Ann Arbor bus system. Earlier that day, I had gone to get my MCard made, so we rode for free, courtesy of the University of Michigan. With the help of Google maps and my phone, I found the site where auditions were being held. A couple of weeks later, I found myself at my first concert band rehearsal in over four years. Over the next two hours, we sight read Vaughn Williams, Mussorgsky, Tchaikovsky, and the now infamous Menotti. Sight reading is not one of my best musical skills. It was a long two hours.

As a perennial stalwart of the third clarinet section, my talents lean more toward things not involving high notes or fast rhythms, or horror of horrors, high notes and fast rhythms. Polka bass line with the tubas? You got it. Obscure part written only into the third clarinet and second trumpet? Sure thing. Counting 78 measures of the same note? No problem.

Why do I mention these things? Because I spent the year back in the third clarinet section. I alternated between the third and first clarinet parts in high school, played second clarinet in pep band, and am now reprising my role in the wonderful world of the third clarinet, with occasional forays into the fourth clarinet part. It’s been a great experience so far. When I decided to go to grad school, I knew that I didn’t want to be shut up in my office all the time. The purpose of grad school is to be doing research, but I’ve met grad students from Cornell who weren’t sure where the Dairy Bar was. It’s the Dairy Bar. There’s ice cream there. Ice cream. Cold, delicious, creamy ice cream in all sorts of flavors you never knew you wanted to try. And also cheese curds.

That’s one of the reasons I joined a community band – to get off campus and be a part of the community I’ll be living in for the next few years. A couple weeks ago, I played my fourth concert with the AACB, the last concert of this season before our summer break. There was a lot of fun music. “Slava!” by Leonard Bernstein – the wind ensemble at my high school played it one year, a piece by Grainger – I played a different piece by him that involved singing my second year at district band, “Hungarian Rondo” by Carl Maria von Weber – I butchered the first movement of his clarinet concerto in F minor at all state auditions my senior year of high school. It was a good concert. Signing off now; I should go practice my long tones and syncopation.

Four Hundred Seventy-Something

After four years of the Alma Mater, Davy, heckling, fouls, penalties, goals, 80s ska punk (“Take on Me”), and 80s rock (the rest of the music), I finished my time with the Cornell Big Red Pep Band with somewhere around 470 points, short of the 500 point mark, but a lot of pep band nonetheless. If my record keeping is accurate, I attended more than 250 events, almost 200 of which were rehearsals and hockey games. The remaining sixty events include field hockey, tennis, basketball, baseball, softball, wrestling, lacrosse, sprint football, volleyball, and a wedding reception.

As I mentioned in a previous post, besides ChemE, pep band was really the only other thing I did week in and week out all four years. There were some great moments, and stories to tell from the times that weren’t so great. Some that come to mind –

– The time we were at sprint football and it had been drizzling on and off but the manager finally decided to move us to a covered part of the stands. As we were moving, it started to pour, and continued to pour for the rest of the game. Good decision.

– The time we went to volleyball and the team lost the first two sets, then won the next two, so we had to stay for a full five-set match, then they lost the last set.

– The time the men’s basketball team clawed their way back from a pretty bad points deficit to tie the game in the final seconds, making us stay for overtime, then lost in overtime.

– The year the women’s hockey team kept scoring last-minute goals to advance through the playoffs.

– The men’s hockey game where two of the refs’ last names were Kitchen and Drain and it made the band’s night. Also telling Colgate (the school) that Crest (the toothpaste) is better, reminding Princeton they’re in New Jersey, and bringing up grade inflation and cheating scandals against Harvard whenever possible (actually winning against them is an additional bonus).

– Trying to figure out wrestling.

– My only overnight away trip with the band to Dartmouth and Harvard the year Boston got buried in snow and watching “Love Story” on the bus.

So I saw a lot of sports, and played a lot of music and had a lot of fun. If anyone’s interested, here’s a table with events listed per sport and year.

Pep band events charted by year and sport.  Not shown - 3 red/white hockey games,
which kick off the hockey season and involve both the men's and women's hockey teams.

Last pep band rehearsal.  Picture taken from somewhere on Facebook.

The No-Longer-Hypothetical List of Exciting Things That Have Happened to me at Cornell, Fall 2015 edition

I spent most of the semester running between the band room, the rock wall, the lab, and the basement of Olin. Even amidst the craziness, I managed to have some exciting times.

1. Wedding – I attended my first wedding. Well, kind of. I stood outside Sage Chapel with the pep band until the wedding ceremony was over and after that we played a couple of sets. Besides the Alma Mater, they also requested “I Want You Back” by the Jackson 5 and the theme from the Muppets. Not exactly wedding fare, but then again, I’ve never been to a wedding before.

2. Happy hour – Before Thanksgiving break, most of my lab group plus another friend and I decided that after the ChemE semester we’d been having, we needed to go to happy hour. For four dollars each, we got a half price pitcher of beer and an order of fries. We ate, we drank, and we talked about ChemE, because what else do we have to talk about? Okay, we also talked about other things. Like grad school.

3. Climbing – For my PE class, I took performance rock climbing (p-rock). Somehow, over the course of the semester, I found myself able to actually climb routes at Liindseth. And not just routes, but routes that weren’t the absolute easiest routes that I could find. Routes that other competent looking climbers worked on and sometimes struggled with. In other words, I was not the worst climber at Lindseth anymore. I also got to put up my own bouldering route.

4. Continuous distillation – After learning about distillation columns for three years, we finally got to run one, in our very own unit operations laboratory. It was a bit of a race to see whether we’d reach the distillation column lab first or if the construction crew would have the column reconstructed, but in the end the column was put back together in time (if just barely) for us to do the lab. ChemE lab may not be about mixing chemicals or building circuits, but after you do data analysis and find that it matches up – usually not perfectly, but sometimes really well – with what you expect, that’s still pretty cool.

5. ChemE holiday party – And we ended the semester (almost; there were still a few finals after, but for all intents and purposes, we ended the semester) with the annual ChemE holiday party. We did not have the party in Olin, but in Statler, and there was lots of good food, skits and gifts, and alcohol before, during, and for some people, after dinner. It was a lot of fun, and directly after I had to finish up my grad school applications and study for my last final.

Christmas in July?

Billed as Christmas in July and The Best Thing that will Happen to you this Summer (not really; I made that up), the pep band made a one weekend only appearance at two hockey games in July. Cornell alumni, former NHL players, Olympic medalists, current hockey coaches, and other minor celebrities made their way to Lynah Rink on two warm summer evenings, and so did the pep band.

The band had a surprisingly good turnout, with several dozen people showing up both nights. Friday night was the alumni game, featuring former Cornell hockey players from decades past. Lynah hadn’t advertised the game at all, whether to encourage people to attend the game on Saturday or to keep the rink a little much quieter than usual I don’t know. Either way, I’m not sure if anyone not related to a hockey player or in the band attended.

The game was casual, with no penalties, checking, or violence in general. The final score was something like 10 to 9, which sounds more like the score at one of my high school football team’s games than a hockey match. But the really strange thing was leaving Lynah and 1) having it be warmer outside than inside and 2) having the sun still out. I packed up my clarinet and music and walked into the sunset back to my apartment in shorts after a men’s hockey game.

Cornell vs. Cornell

On Saturday night, the game was a charity match for the Racker Center. Several past NHL players and Olympians came back and were joined by current hockey coaches and players. The rink was reasonably full, for summer, and the game was refereed closer to an actual competition, though there was still minimal contact. I think the only penalty called was on the current men’s hockey coach for a pretty blatant trip. Unfortunately, they didn’t go make him sit in the penalty box but awarded a penalty shot to the other team.

Again, the final score was in the realm of 10-12, and at the end there was a penalty shootout, just for fun. One of the players scored during his turn using a lacrosse stick. Another highlight (I can’t remember from which night) was a player coming out for warm-ups wearing a Viking helmet. Definitely appropriate head protection.

We didn’t play as much as usual, but we got a decent number of songs in, and people seemed to like having the band there. I had fun, anyway.

The No-Longer-Hypothetical List of Exciting Things That Have Happened to me at Cornell, Spring 2015 edition

I’m finally writing my semester wrap up posts. I’m not going to say that I’m catching up on writing, because that would be to admit I’m behind. At the very least, though, I do want to write about my rock climbing trip to the Gunks. It was extremely exciting. Anyway, here’s the list:

1. Road tripping with the pep band: I had the opportunity to travel with the band for my first overnight trip. The stars finally aligned, allowing me to leave Olin for more than 24 hours, and I spent lots of hours on a bus travelling to Harvard and Dartmouth. It was during the time New England was buried under two or three miles of snow, and we were asked to bring blankets . . . just in case we were in New England longer than expected.

2. Outdoor rock climbing: Two years after I started climbing semi-regularly, I climbed outside for the first time. And not just anywhere, but in the Gunks (Shawangunks), which are considered by many to be world class climbing. I learned how to lead belay, remove and manage gear, and rappel, all while having a great time. And unlike during my sailing class, we had amazing weather.

View from the top of the Gunks.

3. Grading marathon(s): I’m not sure I would really consider this exciting, but it was quite an experience. After hundreds of hours at office hours, I found myself on the opposite side of the table for once. No matter how well you think you understand the homework problems (which we were required to fully work out before holding office hours), someone will ask something that hasn’t even crossed your mind. Or even better, it did cross your mind, but you promptly decided it wasn’t important. Anyway, the undergrad TAs were in charge of grading the fluids prelims and final, which was preferably done in a group in one long grading session. Seven hours staring at the same problem? So much fun. Except not.

4. APT puzzle challenge: One of the things I miss about high school is math team. Yes, really. There’s something about staring at a problem that looks ridiculous, then all of a sudden seeing exactly how to get the answer. One Saturday, a couple other ChemEs and I (yes, we hang out even when we’re not forced to in class) spent a few hours problem solving. We weren’t horribly great at it, but we weren’t awful either. Problems were similar to those found here.

5. The Glass Menagerie: One of the 161 Things is to see a play at the Schwartz Center. So I did, and it was very good. It was actually the same day that I graded the first fluids prelim. I’m sure I had plenty of problem sets to work on, but I gave myself the rest of the night off after grading for seven hours. Besides the actors’ excellent work, I liked seeing the props that I had a part in making being used.

Next semester will surely be exciting, because after three years of learning about running distillation columns and separators in theory, we'll be running them for real.  Hopefully we don't break anything too expensive.

Road Tripping: Havahd, a Not-Love Story

After we got to the hotel, we checked in and found our rooms on the eleventh floor of the hotel (the executive level). Although most of the rooms had four people assigned to them, I only ended up sharing a room with the other female clarinetist on the trip.

In the morning, we woken up by one of the previous inhabitants of the room who had set an alarm for 6 am. We heard the alarm go off, didn't know where the sound was coming from, couldn't see anything, and hit buttons on the clock and phone until the noise stopped. A few hours later, when we actually woke up, we found out that the hotel did not provide breakfast, but there was a Dunkin Donuts across the street. Welcome to New England.

After a lazy morning, and being asked by housekeeping twice(?) if we were checking out yet, we collected our things and returned to the bus. We then drove to Downtown Crossing where we were performing. I had told my parents it would be too cold for us to play outside, but apparently not. We put on layers, and gloves, except for the clarinets, which is the only open holed pep band instrument and thus the only one that you physically cannot play with gloves on.

I have fingerless gloves, but even with those on, my fingers were freezing within three songs. Plus, the pin on my B natural over the break (B4) freezes up when it’s cold. I should probably get my clarinet tuned up two years ago soon, but I also shouldn't be playing outside in twenty degree weather.

When the concert was over and I could feel my fingers again, I met my parents and they took me for lunch (chicken rice and noodles – it was very good). To try and get us and the hockey team back in Ithaca before a(nother) storm hit Boston, the game had been moved up to 4, so right after lunch I returned to the bus for the drive to Harvard’s rink.

We hit traffic (and almost a road sign) on the way over, but we made it into the rink with two minutes to spare before the team came out onto the ice. Attendance at this game was higher (3,095) but still not at Lynah levels, and only because of the number of Cornell fans at the game. Harvard’s band came as well.

If you look closely, you might be able to see that the conductor is conducting with a baton.
At a hockey game.
You know what that is/
Pretentiousness.

And so, after travelling hundreds of miles, we came to the Bright-Landry Hockey Center to watch the dance cam during the period breaks. Instead of playing our instruments, which is kind of the point of having a pep band there. We did get to play some, but at Lynah, besides a few announcements, the pep band provides all the entertainment. We play during warmups (Harvard has “warmup music”),  we play the anthems, they don’t do contests during the breaks, and we play at stoppages.

One thing I will say for Harvard’s rink is that they have a digital scoreboard that can show replays. Lynah’s scoreboard is up against one end of the rink and they don’t even keep track of shots in real time. I wouldn't want Lynah to have something exactly like Harvard's scoreboard because it wouldn't fit with the wooden seats and beams, but it was nice to get to see goals and plays you missed.

The game ended in a 3-3 tie, which was better than we might have expected but not as good as it could have been. Cornell opened the scoring but Harvard came back and midway through the third period scored on a badly marked play to make it 3-2 in their favor. Fortunately, Cornell answered with the last goal of the game.

We left Boston after overtime around 7:30 and drove for seven and a half hours (with a half hour stop in the middle) to return to Ithaca at 3 o’clock in the morning. So after two days, sixteen hours on the bus, sleep and nutrition of questionable quality, and two hockey games, we departed from New England with one point out of a possible four. Would I have liked to see Cornell win a game? Well, yeah. But the trip was still a lot of fun, and if I have the opportunity to travel for another hockey weekend, I’d do it.

Road Tripping: Big Red visits the Big Green

In my two and a half years in the pep band, I had not gone on an overnight trip with the band until a few months ago. There were a variety of factors that led me to this decision. One, I’d never been on an overnight trip before and it would overlap with February break so I’d have time after the trip to relax. Two, I would only be missing two lectures (and production lab) instead of three or four lectures and a recitation. Three, it was the Harvard-Dartmouth trip. Four, I would be able to meet my parents in Boston in the middle of the trip. And five, I wanted to go.

I signed up and got on the trip and so I found myself hauling myself, Hezekiah, and a blanket, among other things, up the slope at 8:15 on Friday morning. The blanket was in case we got stuck in Boston after the Harvard game on Saturday night, which should give you an idea of how bad the weather in the northeast was this past winter.

We left Ithaca by nine and stopped for lunch at noon, kicking off two days of minimal nutrition healthy foods like pizza, burgers, and donuts. I had a sandwich and returned to the bus to finish reading Walden for environmental history. We watched Dodgeball and pulled into Hanover around five. Based on the minimal time I got to spend in Hanover, it seems like a nice town. It feels New England-ish.

From dinner, we walked back to the rink, where we arrived not only in time to play for the team as they came out of the locker room but also before the Dartmouth band. As far as the rink itself, it’s pretty nice, though I was doing some research on Thompson Arena and I have a couple points from Dartmouth Athletics’ official website to refute. For one, their statement that “Crowds of more than 4,000 regularly attend Dartmouth men's hockey games and the atmosphere can be electric . . .” The box score reports attendance at the game as 2,673, and this was on a Friday night in the midst of a six-game win streak for Dartmouth. Also, on our way out, we were informed that the 25+ people with the pep band outcheered the other 2,640 Dartmouth fans in the arena. Second, “One of the toughest arenas for visiting teams in all of college hockey, Thompson Arena’s design has been replicated by other schools trying to the create a similar feel.” First of all, good job proofreading. I’m interested in how other schools try to the create a similar feel. Next, Lynah is older; its first game was played in 1957 compared to 1975 for Thompson Arena.

You know what those things are at the back?  Empty seats.

As for the game itself, the first period saw Dartmouth jump out to a two goal lead only to be matched by Cornell. The second period was scoreless, and we thought we were heading into overtime . . . when Dartmouth scored with eight minutes left in the third period. Cornell couldn't come up with another goal, and so we left Hanover with the loss. On our way over to Harvard, we watched Love Story, and arrived at the hotel around midnight.

Reviews From the Road

When the pep band goes on away trips, we spend a lot of time on the bus. Instead of being productive To make the bus ride less monotonous, we watch movies (or anything on DVD; when we went to Madison Square Garden last semester we watched two and a half hours straight of Community).

Over February break (six weeks ago . . .), on my first overnight trip with the pep band, we ended up watching three movies, one on the way to Dartmouth, one between Dartmouth and Harvard, and one on the way back to Ithaca. After our lunch stop on the first day of the trip, we put in Dodgeball.

There are some movies that you watch for their story, animation, cinematography, character development, or thought-provoking ideas. Dodgeball is not one of them. The entirety of the movie was slightly totally ridiculous. That doesn't mean I disliked the movie; in fact I enjoyed it, but if you do watch it, be warned that there is very little substance to the movie. A group of guys joins a dodgeball tournament to try and win the prize money that will save their gym from closure, and that’s about all there is to the movie.

Then after the Dartmouth game on our way to Harvard, we watched Love Story (spoilers ahead). There are only two scenes that the pep band likes – the beginning, where Cornell beats Harvard in hockey, and the end, where Jenny dies. During this trip, however, we watched the whole movie, which contained a contrived plot, terrible dialogue, and seven thousand renditions of the Love Story theme. It was somehow nominated for both Academy Awards and Golden Globe Awards and spawned a sequel, which was universally acknowledged as being awful. I thought Love Story was so bad that I liked it. Time to find the sequel.

The last movie of the trip was Django Unchained, which would not have been my film of choice. We were warned that it was a violent movie before it started. That was a very accurate statement. The beginning has some violence, and there’s some scattered throughout the middle, but things really pick up in the ending sequence. Up until that point, the violence had been excessive, but in the last scenes it’s so utterly unnecessary it’s absurd. The movie’s about a freed slave who becomes a bounty hunter, so you know there’s going to be some shooting, and then the last half hour happens, and it’s a little more than some shooting. I’m not sure I’d watch it again, and if I did, it wouldn’t be soon. The movie was well done, but the violence is somewhat off-putting.

Overall, it was an interesting mix of movies on this trip. Nothing fantastic, but nothing I regret watching either, though my brain cells might beg to differ about Dodgeball.

Road Tripping: The Frozen Apple

Once again, I remained in Ithaca over Thanksgiving break to enjoy its beautiful weather. I was fed plenty of Thanksgiving food on Thursday, on Friday I didn't leave my dorm, and on Saturday I went to New York City with the band for the Cornell-Penn State hockey game at Madison Square Garden. The game is called the Frozen Apple, I guess because it’s in New York City and it’s cold?

Anyway, we left at a decent hour instead of 5 in the morning like the time we took a day trip to Maryland. We stopped for lunch at the exact same place we stopped last year, watched two and a half straight hours of season two of Community, and got to Madison Square Garden (MSG) with plenty of time to spare before we were expected inside to play pre-game sets. We were allowed to roam the streets of New York City for a couple hours; I ended up with a group of people who walked over to the public library, then got dinner before returning to MSG.

Back at MSG, we got our instruments and tickets and headed inside. After riding over half a dozen escalators we reached the bridge level where we waited for awhile before walking out into the stadium playing Davy. Then we played a couple of sets and went to hunt down our seats where we would get to watch Cornell take on Penn State.

Less than half of the Cornell fans.
In contrast, the Penn State fans didn't even fill two sections.

As for the game itself, it was great, in large part because Cornell ended up winning. The first period, Cornell could barely get the puck out of their own half, and it was just a matter of time before one of the Penn State players jammed the puck into the back of the net. Then in the second period, Cornell finally started getting shots, and during one of their forays into the Penn State half, one of the Cornell players took a shot from distance that somehow got past the goalie.

From there, Cornell looked a lot better right up until the game-winning goal (which was assisted by Cornell’s goalie, who also scored a goal in his first start last season). Following that, the game shifted back toward Penn State, but when they couldn't score again with a couple minutes remaining, they pulled their goalie, leading to the third Cornell goal on the empty net. So we walked away from MSG with a 3-1 win and boarded the bus for the four hour ride back to Cornell, which featured bad movies, neck pain, and a return to everything ChemE, namely, lack of sleep and brainache (it’s kind of like headache, but is caused mainly by ChemE problem sets). All. The. Fun.

The No-Longer-Hypothetical List of Exciting Things That Have Happened to me at Cornell, Fall 2014 edition

In an effort to get caught up with my usual end of semester posts, I started thinking about what exciting things I did in the past semester . . . and I couldn't come up with anything. Well, not totally nothing, but not much. I spent a good portion of the semester in class, at office hours, working on problem sets, and generally not getting enough sleep. There were, however, some less mundane events. Here they are.

1. Intramural soccer – I played intramural soccer for my dorm again this fall. For whatever reason, interest in playing for the team was drastically less than last year, and at our last game, only three members of our team decided to show up. After we forfeited, we were initially going to combine the two teams to scrimmage but we didn't even have enough players for that, so we played world cup instead. To play, you have a goalkeeper and pairs of players all trying to get the ball into the goal for their team. Last person to touch the ball before it goes into the net is credited with the goal. If the goalie saves the shot, he kicks the ball back out onto the field. As the teams score goals, they leave the field and move on to the next round. The last team who hasn't scored is eliminated from the game and a new round starts with the remaining teams.

I ended up with one of the players from my house and we started out by almost getting eliminated in the first round. Almost, because then we got the ball into the net and moved on. And kept moving on until we reached the final round. We began the final playing two on three but to make the teams even, we added the third player from our dorm to our team. We won, which was a happy end to a frustrating season. And then I went to office hours.

2. Ice skating – During finals week, the pep band and the men’s and women’s ice hockey teams hosted a charity skating event at Lynah Rink. Although I have spent dozens of hours in Lynah, I had not yet ice skated there. In fact, I had not ice skated ever before in my life before deciding that I could not spend another hour studying for my orgo final and that I should take a break by going ice skating. The rink turned out to be pretty busy, but it was a lot of fun, and I would go ice skating again.

3. Madison Square Garden – Over Thanksgiving break, I went to MSG with the pep band again, except we won this year. It was a come from behind victory and completely worth the nine hours on a bus.

4. Thanksgiving – Although I was abandoned stayed voluntarily at Cornell for the Thanksgiving break, I still got plenty of Thanksgiving food. For lunch, I went with people from my dorm to one of the North campus dining halls  where they were holding a traditional Thanksgiving meal. Later that day, a couple (ChemE) friends and I were invited to another (ChemE) friend’s dinner. They had cooked at least half a dozen legitimate dishes, plus dessert. All the food was great, plus I drank the most alcohol I’d ever had at once. A whole three ounces.

Then there were the usual ChemE happenings: We stayed in Olin past midnight working on problem sets (over five straight hours). We had a late night dinner in which we discovered that a dish called the triple crispy consisted of two plates – one was a plate of rice; the other was a heaping plateful of a variety of fried meat. We set record low means on our prelims and finals (41% on the orgo final). We ate, worked, slept didn't sleep, struggled, lived, and hung out together, and we’re going to do it all again next semester.

The No-Longer-Hypothetical List of Exciting Things That Have Happened to me at Cornell, Spring 2014 edition

As it turns out, this spring was busier than last fall. Attending class and doing problems sets was already the equivalent of a full time job with overtime, except I had to pay to do it. On top of that, I continued working for Cornell Productions, going to pep band and AAIV, and rock climbing in my spare time. Sometimes I even got to do fun things like eating and sleeping. As always, however, it was indeed exciting. Here’s the list:

1. Slope Day: My Slope Day experience involving the slope consisted of this:

The stage seems to be missing some parts.

The slope seems to be missing some people.

This was actually the day before Slope Day. On Slope Day itself, a couple of friends and I went to Cornell’s Hoffman Challenge Course, which is a ropes course about five miles off campus. They have high wire traverses (multivine, lily pads), a 64-foot replica of the clock tower with different ways to climb to the top, a zipline and swing out of the clock tower, and a trapeze, among other elements. I ended up doing a couple of the traverses, climbing the clock tower, and ziplining out of the clock tower. It was fantastic. [Thanks to Alternative Slope Day for organizing the event!]

The multivine

2. Going solo: I was sent to the Bear’s Den for Cornell Productions alone a couple times. Which meant that I was completely in charge of setting up, sound check, making sure nothing went catastrophically wrong with the sound during the show, and packing everything up nicely at the end. Besides the time that half the outlets weren't working, doing the shows alone wasn't too bad. At least I knew beforehand what the events were, unlike the time I showed up to work with another person and we were informed right then and there that a seventeen-piece live band was coming in. Thankfully there were several shared microphones.

3. Summer research: There’s a story behind how exactly I was offered my summer position, but the general idea is that I’ll be making models that demonstrate fluid mechanics (yes, I did spend the entire semester complaining about fluids; no, I did not actually hate the class – more about that in the next post). Besides getting to spend the summer in Ithaca when the sun exists, the project sounds like it could be pretty interesting.

4. Fancy hockey: For the last regular season home game of men’s hockey, the pep band members have the option of dressing up in fancy clothes. To make things even more exciting, this year the last home game was against Harvard. Wikipedia has an entire article on the Cornell-Harvard hockey rivalry, so it must be legitimate. To start off Harvard’s night, the pep band plays the theme from Love Story when they come out onto the ice for warmups. In Love Story, much as in real life, Harvard plays Cornell in a hockey game and loses. Later, when Harvard comes out for the lineups, the Cornell fans (excluding the pep band) throw fish onto the ice. And on this particular night, Cornell managed to come back from two goals down to put the game into overtime. Then with thirty-six seconds to go, a Cornell player scored the winning goal. How’s that for the senior hockey players’ last game in Lynah?

5. Penguins: I will very soon introduce the penguins that you may have met in my Mother’s Day post. They have been travelling across campus with me and are part of a photo project. As an added bonus, I got them on sale.

Halfway There

During my freshman year of high school I was mandatorily made to join the marching band if I wanted to be part of concert band. It was a bit of a misnomer because we didn't do any marching. We spent the time at football games watching the clock, learning the cheerleaders’ cheers, and trying to keep warm enough to be able to play. Then for about ten minutes in the middle of the whole ordeal, we’d run onto the field, stand there, and play the halftime show before running off. One of the songs in our halftime show was “Livin’ On A Prayer” by Bon Jovi. The chorus of that song goes as follows: “Whoa, we’re halfway there/Livin’ on a prayer/Take my hand and we’ll make it – I swear/Livin’ on a prayer.” Seems fitting to describe the first half of my college career.

What have I learned so far? No matter how early you start p-chem or fluids homework, you will always be finishing both problem sets at 2 in the morning on Friday. There’s no such thing as “a quick question.” Always carry an extra pair of socks. Earplugs aren't a bad idea either. I also solved the Navier Stokes equations, discovered the wonders of quantum tunneling, celebrated Valentine’s Day with MATLAB, used both the very sophisticated coffee cup calorimeter and a bomb calorimeter, and much, much more.

This past semester was my busiest yet (though according to my preliminary data analysis I actually got more sleep this semester than last) but it was also a whole lot of fun. There were impromptu field trips, baking mishaps, the end of hockey season, the start of the MLS season, and penguins.

I currently have a few weeks off and I’m hoping to do some writing here before I have to get back to work. There are some usual end-of-semester posts I’ll put together and then I’d like to highlight some of the things that made my spring semester so busy. [Problem sets. So many problem sets.]

This x 25 = problem sets for the Spring 2014 semester

Cornell wins, Jenny dies, end of [Love] Story

What Does the Fox Say? and Other Musical Conundrums

First off, to clear up any possible confusion, the fox most definitely does not say “Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding,” “Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow,” or “A-hee-ahee ha-hee.” Foxes are animals. They do not talk. They do, however, make a variety of sounds, including high pitched barks, a type of scream/howl, and something called “gekkering.” See this site for a whole article about fox noises.

Next, if you've ever heard “Blowin’ In The Wind,” you might know that the song is absolutely filled with questions. However, to leave time to address several other songs, I’m only going to discuss the first question: “How many roads must a man walk down/Before you call him a man?” So, I thought about this, and decided that this man should probably be an expert walker. Studies have determined that it takes about 10,000 hours for a person to be an expert at something. If the average person walks 3.1 miles an hour, this man would need to walk 31,000 miles. Taking a few roads (non-interstate highways) in Ithaca as examples, road length varies from tenths of a mile to over ten miles. If a road is taken, on average, to be around 5 miles long, a man needs to walk down 6,200 roads before he can be called a man. If, however, this man wishes to walk down I-90, he only needs to walk down 9.994 roads (I-90 is 3101.77 miles long.)

Here’s one that’s right in the title: “Should I Stay or Should I Go?” Since I have no idea where you’re staying or going, I do not feel qualified to answer this question.

From the pep band folder: “What is Hip?” Well, the hip is a joint that connects the femur to the pelvis. It is a ball and socket joint, which allows for a large range of motion.

And the last one, also from the pep band folder, has been mentioned before on this blog: “Are You Gonna Be My Girl?” If you ask like that, the answer’s no.

Super Bowl Sunday

The big sports news of the week seems to be that the Portland Landeagles and the Salt Lake City Hippos will be playing in Supper Bowl extra large VI aye aye captain. This event appears to be happening sometime later today, to be played in the breaks between beer and car ads. It features grown men headbutting each other and fighting over a prolate spheroid.

So yes, I have a mixed relationship with football. On one hand, I’m from New England, so I’d like the Patriots to win. On the other hand, I’m from New England, so I would appreciate it if Patriots All Access didn't displace Jeopardy! to 2:37 am and if the Revolution didn't have to trample flying Elvis’ face for the final couple months of the MLS season. Contrary to popular belief, a team playing on football lines and FieldTurf in a giant empty stadium isn't what most fans enjoy seeing.

In other news, the Revolution escaped the confines of the field house where they were practicing . . . and promptly went to Florida. I don’t blame them. After days of subzero windchill in Ithaca, the temperature finally crawled over freezing, allowing it to snow and rain at the same time. The Revolution played a preseason match against Malmo FF (from Sweden), got most of their uninjured players some minutes, and ended up tying 1-1. Not a bad result, especially for preseason. [Also, Marko Perovic, who played for the Revolution in 2010 and 2011, is back training with the Revolution. A lot of fans weren't happy to see him leave, so it’ll be interesting to see how this plays out.]

It was an eight point weekend for the men’s and women’s hockey teams at Cornell, meaning they went undefeated against Yale and Brown (men were away, women were at home). I stayed in Ithaca and spent seven hours in Lynah with the pep band. My other option was homework that our professor informed us we probably wouldn’t be able to do yet. I found out what one of the women’s hockey players has been up to with the Canadian National Team, namely, getting ready for the Olympics. She assisted on or scored almost every single Cornell goal in the ECAC playoffs last year, so I guess she’s pretty good. . . . In this video she’s number 19, the one who gets illegally body checked to start the fight that sends twelve players to the penalty box. Good thing they made the box big enough. One final note: I’m pretty sure the song in the background is “Gonna Fly Now” from Rocky, which the pep band plays before third period of every hockey game.

Sports!

To kick off my first weekend back at Cornell, I went to no less (and no more) than four pep band events for a total of more than fourteen hours of sports. As usual, Cornell athletics did not fail to disappoint, and even went undefeated at the events I attended.

During winter, there’s a hockey game pretty much every Friday night. This past weekend, the men’s team was at home, so we started with a game against St. Lawrence University, which is in Canada even further upstate New York than Cornell. Cornell started the game by scoring two goals within the first five minutes. Then St. Lawrence came back with two goals within a couple minutes. To end regulation time, Cornell and St. Lawrence traded goals twice, leaving the score tied at 4-4.

In overtime, Cornell had a penalty shot with half a minute to go. They missed, extending their streak of not scoring on penalty shots to 26 years, 9 months, and 27 days. (Not so fun fact from the game report: Cornell hasn’t scored on a penalty shot since February 27th, 1987.) St. Lawrence and their three fans were thrilled. The other 4,264 Cornell fans in Lynah, not so much. About 20 seconds later, to finish off the game, there was a fight. A St. Lawrence player was put into the penalty box, then taken out to be escorted off the ice by a ref. That, Cornell was happier about.

And then, to truly cap off the night, another fight almost broke out . . . as the teams were shaking hands after the game. Good sportsmanship, guys.

On Saturday, I went to my first women’s basketball game of the year. Their record is slightly above 0.500, but they managed to get their revenge dominate Columbia after a (relatively) close loss the week before. At one point Cornell was winning by 40 points, and the final score was 76-51. After a break to read my fluids textbook in the band room, I went to the second men’s hockey game of the weekend.

That game was against Clarkson, and they brought their band. Any time there’s another band, the general goal is to outplay them by being 1) louder, 2) better, and 3) generally more amazing. We were definitely the better band, as evidenced by the overwhelmingly unbiased opinion of Lynah.

As for the game itself, Cornell began not by scoring two goals, but by letting two goals in. It did not look good, especially when Cornell’s best shots in the first period both hit the post. Then in the second period, they started coming back and tied the game. About fifteen minutes into the second period, Cornell scored again, to make the score 3-2, which is how the game ended.

On Sunday I finished out the pep band weekend by attending wrestling. The first time I saw wrestling last year, I was extremely confused. This time, I was just confused. As it was my third time at wrestling, I did manage to follow along with most of the matches, but the finer points of scoring go under the general category of Sports!. I’m working on it. In the past couple of years, Cornell has seemed to have very strong wrestling teams, and Sunday did not prove the exception, as they beat Rutgers 29-6, winning eight out of the ten matches. It’s interesting to watch how the wrestlers increase in size as the meet goes on. They start out smaller than the coaches and end up looking down at the coaches. The heaviest weight class (285 lbs.) is also more than twice the lightest weight class (125 lbs.).

To conclude, there were some dominant performances from wrestling and women’s basketball. There were a couple crazy normal hockey games in Lynah, including a high-scoring tie and a come from behind victory. It was a good weekend for Cornell athletics. [Well, except maybe for men’s basketball, who are now 1 and 15. But hey, they finally won a game over winter break.]

The No-Longer-Hypothetical List of Exciting Things That Have Happened to me at Cornell, Fall 2013 edition

In case I haven’t said it enough, this fall was really, really busy. Between AAIV, Cornell Productions, pep band, rock climbing, and, oh yeah, actual classes, I didn't have a whole lot of time to sit around staring at the walls. With all the eventfulness came a fair amount of excitement, which leads us into this semester’s list of Exciting Things That Have Happened to me at Cornell.

1. Madison Square Garden: My first time at Madison Square Garden, I not only got to see Cornell’s men’s hockey team play, but I also got to play with the pep band at the game. It was quite an adventure.

2. Unsupervised baking: As the semester wound down, some friends and I managed to get together and do some baking. So far we've made lemon bars and mini apple pies, and I made (not very cheesy) cheese crackers all by myself. The main thing about cooking in college is that you want recipes with as few ingredients as possible. Everything also has to be done by hand with basic tools. Pastry cutter? Don’t have one. I don’t even have salt, but flour has taste by itself, right?

Mini apple pies

3. Mariinsky Orchestra: This was part of the Cornell Concert Series at Bailey Hall, and I was working backstage for Cornell Productions during the concert. They played Mussorgsky’s Night on Bald Mountain, Isle of the Dead by Rachmaninoff, and Shostakovich’s Symphony no. 5, and they were very good. Besides putting away the hundreds of chairs and stands, we also helped to load their truck. It takes a lot of wardrobes to clothe an entire orchestra.

4. Small group: Here’s how the story goes. At the end of summer one of my friends emailed me and asked if I’d be interested in being a core member for her small group. To be a core member I “just had to show up.” I said okay, because showing up isn't too hard once you commit your time to it. Sometime in the middle of the semester, my friend asks me if I’d like to prep for small group with her. I said, yeah, sure, because it would be good to see how preparation for small group goes. As we’re going through the passage, she asks me if I’d like to lead that week. Well, then. So much for just showing up. [I did end up saying yes and leading. And it was a good experience.]

5. First ChemE presentation: At the end of Mass and Energy Balances, we didn't have a written final, but we had to make a group presentation about our efforts to reduce the flow rate of carbon into the atmosphere. I was working with my Intro to ChemE group from last year and my current roommate. Apparently it isn't enough for chemical engineers to take all the same classes. We also do homework together, have meals together, and live together. It’s great.

Quite frankly, I can’t narrow down an entire semester to a few events and call them the most exciting things that happened to me in the past four months. I went hiking and saw waterfalls, helped to plan several AAIV events, got to use the very nice sound board the Bear’s Den has while working for Cornell Productions, spent hours yelling at Cornell sports teams, spent more hours hanging upside down at the bouldering wall, stayed up past midnight way too many times arguing with Mathematica or writing essays the morning they were due, trekked a couple hundred miles across campus, complained about anything and everything, and generally had a phenomenal time. And I get to do it all over again next semester.