Bumpers, Blues, and BBQ

So, there were bumpers which were old and shinny. There were blues which were bluesy. There was BBQ which was amazing. My dad ate alligator. Olivia attacked me with powered sugar. Mike. The cousins chilled with us. There was minimal sunburning. It was a good day.

Blogging through Pictures (enjoy):

Allergic to Dynamite

While I always try to avoid explosives, I've learned another reason, in the plethora of reasons, to avoid dynamite. I am allergic to it. Honest to goodness allergic to dynamite. According to an e-mail I received, one of the many ingredients in dynamite is the peanut. I am deathly allergic peanuts and therefore I am deathly allergic to dynamite.

Have a good one.

Visit Day Completed

And so we have another visit day under our OWU belts . . . I wonder if the bookstore sells OWU belts. It wouldn't surprise me that much, their a bookstore and all, and how cool would it be to have an OWU belt, so cool, but the bookstore has other cool stuff like books and sweatshirts.

Anyway, visit day completed. I suppose that says it all. i left my house at six am, arrived on campus at 8 am, gave tours, sat on a panel, had lunch, left campus at 1pm and got home at 3pm.

This blog has the potential to be the shortest blog ever . . . though I am recalling a sarcastic response blog a few months back . . . but if I just published the above paragraph it would be my shortest blog ever but why would I want to do that make life at OWU easy? We are a rigorous school and honor of that, I will make this blog long and pointless . . . not that I am implying that rigor equals long and pointless, it's just that rigor is part of all our advertising and I felt like inserting an advertising world and neither relationships nor real-world experience seemed appropriate.

Academic rigor is cogency.

Have a great one.

Pictures: First is an OWU belt (and if we had them I am sure they would come in black. Second is cogency.

August and Campus Visits

Tomorrow is August 1st. Can anybody else believe it is 1 day from August? I start classes in twenty five days. I remember that no long ago I was fretting over not having enough material to keep all ya'll entertained over the summer and soon I will have all of my school experience to blog about . . . or at least I hope I'll have a lot of experience to blog about . . . no, I will, I'm an optimist.

But, a very exciting thing is happening tomorrow. Tomorrow is an OWU visit day. Anyone that has a history with my blog will know have heard about visit days before but for those of you that are new to OWU or to the blogging arena I will explain. At strategically placed days through out the year, OWU provides an entire day where there are numerous programs (panels, financial aid stuff, etc.) and even more tours to give prospective students an unhastled day to explore all aspects of OWU. And tomorrow is one such day.

I will be making my return to campus to participate in tours and the student life panel. I jump up and down when someone tells me that they've read my blog so if you have and you happen to see me, give me a shout and I will hopefully hear you and turn around.

And for stuff that is not OWU but that I will be doing this weekend that I have to talk about because it is amazing and a family tradition is the Bumpers, Blues, and BBQ festival. It lasts all of Saturday and there are old cars and blues music and my favorite part, BBQ from tons of different vendors with different and special recipes and it is yum. I plan on eating a lot and then eating more. And also my family is going and family friends are going, and my cousins and aunt are going, and Mike and Liv are going and it is going to be a good time.

Hope ya'll have a good time and have a great one.

Pictures: First is what I look like with beanbags on my head. Second is what I look like when I am eating . . . but I will control myself tomorrow at the luncheon. Third is what I look like when I put my feet out a window. Fourth is what I look like when I'm dancing . . . and there is lots of dancing on visit days.

100 One Hundred 100 ONE HUNDRED

Can anybody guess the theme of this blog? No, it's not puppies or sprigs of thyme. It is, in fact, the number 100.

Why?

Well, it could possible be the 100th day of the year, but its not. I could possibly be 100 years old, but I'm not. I could be counting number of stops signs from Cincinnati to Columbus, but I'm not. Maybe 100 is the number of shoes I've worn on my left foot, but no, it's not. This dear readers is my 100th post. Can anybody believe it? I can't believe it. I started this blog in November of 2006, the November of my freshman year and it is now July of 2008 and I have finally reach 100 posts.

I remember planning this day around post 92 and now that it is here the best work that I produce is rambling nonsense. But I suppose that fits the unwritten title of my blog, The Rambling Nonsense of OWU, so why should post 100 be any different?

I would like to offer a thank you to the loyal readers that have gotten my hit count up around 300 and who have taken the necessary time to decode the wonderfulness of OWU from the previous 100 posts. I would also like to extend a thank you to the friends that I've featured in my previous posts because without them the tales that I've rambled about probably wouldn't have happened.

I look forward to the next 100 posts and I hope the rest of you do as well.

Have a great one.

Pictures: First is the number 100 and a very nice reunion with the paint program on my computer. Second is a banana that looks like and probably did sit on the parking lot for 100 days. Third is a wall in the radio station booth and looks like it has a lot of lines. I don't have the patience to count them. Fourth is the Trio of Doom and it probably took around 100 pictures for us to get a decent one of everybody.

The Trio of Doom Reunites

Hello wonderful visitors to the OWU blogging pages. It is the third week of July, a Tuesday, and I sit in McAllister's restaurant, borrowing their internet to update you all on the lovely weekend I had with the Trio of Doom aka Zoe, Adele, and myself.

Last Thursday, I drove from home to pick up Adele and then we made the trek to Ann Arbor to stay with and visit Zoe. While in Ann Arbor we went to the Ann Arbor art fair which encompasses much of the downtown area and involves a ridiculous amount of walking that you don't really know you are doing until you reach the end and have to make the journey back to the parking spot you lucked into. The art fair is mostly visual arts; painting, drawing, sculpture, jewelry, etc and while most of it is on sale, the prices are a little outstanding for a college student. My favorite booths were the silverware jewelry booth and the leather booth with the masks.

We also watched a lot of movies while we were there. We to the theater and saw The Dark Knight which was impressive to someone who wasn't all hipped up to see it. I thought the performances were great and when Christine Bale isn't doing the Batman voice, I could listen to him all day long. We also watched Sweeny Todd, Moulin Rouge, and I Am Legend. All three were also good. On the last night Adele and I were there, the three of us made enough cookies to feed the city of Ann Arbor. I ate a lot of them and brought even more back to Cincy with me.

Overall it was an excellent weekend I was happy to spend it with my OWU girls.

Have a great one.

Pictures: First if the Trio of Doom getting ready to go to the art fair. Well, I suppose we are already ready but we were soon to be walking out the door. Second if Adele and my, at the art fair, pushing the giant cube that Zoe said was a must do with visiting Ann Arbor. Third is a picture of me in a hat. Fourth is Adele in a freezer.

Road

Ah road.
My road.

You use to be broken
Worn and faded.
Your black asphalt resembled
a depressed persons view of life.

But like antidepressants
make loopy the souls of the hopeless
the county finally made you new.

The black poured from the truck
and gave you a tax bought new coat.
The rollers pressed you and made
you beautiful.

And then the details:
Yellow dashes that will mature
into the solid yellow lines of an adult.

And then my road,
you are no longer worn and broken.
You are new.
You are rejuvenated.