Mostly Alive

So in the last two months, I started classes, committed to applying to grad school, took the GRE, wrote lab reports, did problem sets, went to a conference, graded, played with the pep band at field hockey, sprint football, volleyball, hockey, and a wedding, ate peanut butter and jam sandwiches, went rock climbing, and spent many happy moments long arduous nights in the Olin lounge. My state of being can best be summed up as “mostly alive,” and if anyone’s seen my brain, please send it my way.

In the midst of all the craziness, the wireless adaptor/card on my laptop decided to go ahead and die, so for awhile I could only connect to the internet in my apartment using an Ethernet cable. At least it wasn’t dial up. For now, I’m using a new (cheap) laptop. Besides its lack of processor power, nonexistent memory, horrendously dysfunctional touchpad, and low quality audio, I like the computer. It works, and it has a touchscreen.

I actually still have half a dozen or so posts about what I did this summer that I’ve just never gotten around to editing and posting. As the northeast sinks into six months of winter, expect these posts of sunshine and carefree days reminding you of everything you’re missing by not living in California. But at least we have water.

One of the other effects of having to switch computers suddenly is that I don’t have any of my most recent pictures on the flash drive I’m working off of. So instead, here’s a two-year-old picture from my favorite vacation spot, Acadia National Park:

Hopefully will get the rest of my summer posts out “soon.”

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.

Free is my Favorite Price

Before the end of July and the conclusion of Cornell’s summer series events, I attended three more events: two Tuesday night performances at Schwartz and one Friday night arts quad concert.

The first performance at Schwartz was a violinist and a pianist. The first half of their concert featured Beethoven’s Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61. After a brief intermission, they played a half dozen shorter pieces that were more “fun.” They each performed a solo piece, then played a series of pieces with names like “Jane Shakes her Hair” and “Jim Jives” (I’m not kidding . . . this time). At the low end, a ticket to a Boston Symphony Orchestra concert costs over thirty dollars. This was free. Granted, the BSO is slightly more involved than two musicians, but this was a good substitute for the moment.

The second Schwartz performance was also an instrumental group, but of a slightly different style. They played klezmer music. Klezmer is a Jewish music genre from eastern Europe, originally played mainly at weddings and other celebrations. In terms of instrumentation, a klezmer group feels a little like the rejects from jazz band. Klez Project, the group that performed, featured a clarinet*, violin, tuba, drums, accordion, piano, and lute.

*There are jazz clarinetists, but typically featured as soloists, and many clarinets switch to saxophone for jazz band.

The surprise of the night came after the group finished their first couple of songs and the clarinetist was introducing the band members. I had thought one of the members looked vaguely familiar, but I think a lot of people look vaguely familiar. Then when he was introduced, I wasn’t listening very carefully, but I thought the clarinetist might have said a name I recognized, so I looked in the program, which I apparently hadn’t read very thoroughly. The percussionist was one of my p-chem professors.

That aside, the concert was fun, and the music was lively. The friends I went with and I were considerably younger than most of the audience, but that just means everyone my age missed out. Going to the bar takes money; running total for my night activities = $0.00.

As for the Friday night concert, Mutron Warriors held the distinction of being the only non folk band to perform this summer. Like at the Rockwood Ferry concert, my roommate and I went armed with a Frisbee and staked out a spot to throw the Frisbee around and listen to music. Another fun night in Ithaca for the grand total of zero dollars and zero cents. I can live with that.

Moral of the story: if it’s free and I’m free, I can probably be persuaded to go to it, whatever it is.

Far Above Cayuga’s Waters

During their first semester at Cornell, all the engineers are enrolled in a class that everyone just calls 1050 (ten fifty). It groups people together who have indicated an interest in similar engineering majors and tries to pair them with a professor and/or peer advisors (sophomore through senior volunteers) in that major. The class meets once a week and usually features such fascinating presentations as “Reduce Stress: Eat and Sleep” and “Plagiarism is Bad.” (Actually, the engineering ethics presentation is pretty interesting. But seriously – I’m tired because I didn’t sleep? I had no idea. Tell me more.)

One of the fun 1050 sessions we had was a tour of the clock tower. A chimesmaster showed us the practice room, the chimes museum, and finally, after climbing 161 steps (the number behind the 161 Things), the chimes themselves. At the end, after enjoying the view from the top of the clock tower, a few of us who had remained behind were allowed to play the hour bells. It was unhypothetically exciting.

Before this summer, I’d been back up to the chimes once or twice (for sure at least once to a morning concert back before I started doing problem sets at 1 in the morning). This summer, my roommates and I have been to a couple of the special Saturday night concerts. The first one featured music by pop divas (their words, not mine) and the second Disney songs. The concerts are supposed to be around sunset, and both times we’ve gotten some sunset colors, but nothing spectacular because of clouds.

Still, you get views in every direction from the clock tower: the arts quad to the north, Cayuga Lake to the northwest, West campus and Ithaca to the west, and to the south, Collegetown, and, last but not least, Olin Hall.

Aerial view of Olin.

The first concert was well-attended, but not crowded. The second concert, on the other hand, was packed. I suspect someone told the summer college students, because there were whole groups of them recording things on their iDevices and taking selfies everywhere. Kids these days. I’m hoping to go back for another morning concert, because those start at 7:45 am and it’s pretty likely you’ll get a private concert. If I time it right, I might be able to see sunrise from the clock tower. If only I can crawl out of bed on time . . .

Sunset-ish colors over Cayuga Lake

Here be Dinosaurs (and Trilobites)

Since the sun only chooses to exist in Ithaca during the summer, we’ve been trying to do a lot of outdoor activities on the weekends. However, some weeks ago it rained all day on a Saturday, so my roommate and I decided to pay a visit to the Museum of the Earth. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, besides something to do with rocks and the Earth, but it turned out to be fossils. Lots and lots of fossils.

Their website isn’t great about what to expect when you get there, but once you do show up, the exhibits are very well designed and organized. The main attraction is titled A Journey Through Time and as long as you enter from the correct end, it takes you chronologically through the geological eras. Each era/time period has an introductory sign giving an overview of dominant species, temperature, sea level, and major events. Then there are lots of fossils, and most of the time periods also have a short video.

A fun part of the museum is in one of the back corners. Besides coloring sheets, they have buckets of rocks. If you take the time to go through these rocks and happen to find a fossil, you will be allowed to take the fossil home with you. So I now have a bivalve fossil on my desk.

Near to the end, they have some dinosaur models (including a stegosaurus that’s in the process of being reassembled after being cut up to be moved to the museum) and a mastodon skeleton. The last section of the museum has you walk into an ice tunnel with descriptions of research being done now (some of it by Cornell scientists) about glaciers and global warming. As you walk out of the hallway, you find yourself back where you started.

For a few hours of entertainment and education, the price was reasonable, plus we got a student discount. It was just the right size for a half day excursion. We pretty much saw everything at a relaxed pace. There were also a good number of people in the museum. Not so many that it was crowded and we were constantly bumping into people or waiting to see things, but not so few that it felt like we were wandering through an abandoned building. It was just right, and it made for another successful adventure out to experience Ithaca.