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October 27, 2007

seller's market

Why is it this hard to get football tickets? It seems that whenever I can't find someone free to go to a game with, I have a million people offering their tickets. Now I find someone--not just find someone, but have already invited him--and can't find a ticket.

Even facebook marketplace is failing me. Never thought I'd see the day. Either the seller refuses to upgrade the ticket--or wants a million dollars to do so--or the tickets are already sold. I've been responding to every OSU/Wisconsin ticket offer posted, but it seems I just can't type fast enough. Ugh....it's looking like I'm gonna end up spending $100+ just to save face with this guy. Provided I ever get someone to answer back with something other than "already sold, sorry!"....

On the plus side, I did find a free black bunny and some kittens listed...maybe I can talk my housemates into some pets....

October 13, 2007

a different stroke kinda thing

In case you're new to the world of college, one pre-game tradition some students choose to participate in involves drinking yourself into a complete can't talk, don't even bother to try to walk, thinking the stadium's your dorm room stupor. No judgement--different strokes for different folks. I actually had the pleasure of running into one such student today. Actually he kinda slid into me as he started rolling down the stairs....

My friend and I were arriving late to the stadium today for the game (why we were late is another long story) and running (aka walking quickly) up the million flights of stairs we have to take to get to our wonderful seats right underneath the scoreboard (I really think even my tickets my freshman year were better than the tickets I got my senior year. Go figure. Sorry, another long story.) when we found said student---let's call him Bob--with an arm in a cast and falling his way down the stairs. We thought about just leaving him to his own devices, but we were quite a few stories up and didn't want the guy to ruin his buzz by rolling down the remaining flights of concrete steps (complete with metal handrail he kept hitting his head on), so we went back to help him.

It took one step--and one attempted word from him--for us to realize how entirely wasted he actually was. I've seen a lot of drunk people in my time, and Bob here was beyond drunk. He was "shoulda passed out twenty minutes ago" drunk. But we managed to get him down to the bottom level. Bob then informed us that he didn't live on the bottom floor, he lived on the second floor, in room 22. Thinking he might have been talking about his seat, we walked him back up to the second level. When he starting asking me to find his room key so he could open his door, we decided maybe it would be better to get him away from the railing and back on the ground.

Back on the ground level, Bob started getting frustrated with me, because he felt "like this is the bottom floor. Not the second floor" and that I was being mean and trying to trick him. One of the guys at the gates stepped in then (here Bob informs me that I'm a bad person) and my friend and I started heading back up the stairs just in time to see Bob attempt the same thing and a cop have to chase him down mid-wobble.

Sorry Bob if you weren't 21 yet and we got you in trouble, but seriously dude, why drink that much when you know you're goin to a place where ya have to deal with a million stairs, bleachers, and cops? At least try to stay seated so ya don't go sliding into people on the stairs. Or if you absolutely have to drink, save the majority of it for after we win at home where you might actually have something softer to fall down on.

October 9, 2007

cannabis sativa

Cannabis sativa--aka pot, marijuana, weed, hemp, etc. I'm pretty sure every college student has heard of this plant by one name or another. What you might not know is that Cannabis sativa is genetically changing into what horticulturists want to call two different plants, one with a multitude of leaves and buds and a high presence of THC (Tetrahydrocannabinol), and one with long stalks, few leaves, and practically no trace of THC. In simple terms--one you can smoke, and one you can't. (If you wanna get technical, you can smoke the second one, you just won't get a high off of it.)

So why am I talking about pot? Good question. One of the past lectures in my horticulture class was based on this plant. (And yes, marijuana is a plant. I had someone come up to me and tell me that pot wasn't a plant, it's a drug. Yeah.) Hemp used to be used to make fabric for clothing and sails, to make rope, cordage, and paper. Presidents Washington and Jefferson both grew hemp on their farms. Here's a fun fact: The Declaration of Independence was drafted on hemp paper.

Until the 1890’s, the US made most paper from hemp, not trees. Hemp is actually a more environmentally friendly source of paper as it takes about 1 acre of hemp to produce as much paper as 4 acres of trees. Hemp does not contain as much lignin as wood and so it can be pulped without chlorine bleaching and the resulting dioxin byproducts that manufacturing wood paper produces. Hemp paper can be recycled more times than wood/paper. In the 1980's, researchers developed an enzymatic process enabling hemp to be spun into fine textiles for apparel.

Hemp also grows fast, can be grown in cooler climates than cotton, replenishes the soil it grows in, and produces three times more fabric per acre than cotton. Hemp plants have anti- microbial properties, so they are not very susceptible to pests and do not have to rely on pesticides, fertilizers, or herbicides to grow. Hemp’s dense growth habit crowds out weeds, making it a great candidate for organic farming. People attempting to grow THC laden marijuana wouldn't want to grow their crop within a field of hemp, due to the cross-pollination that would occur between the plants, possibly damaging their crop.

So, altogether, the growth of hemp (just to be clear, marijuana is used as a drug, hemp has less than 1% THC. You'd have better luck getting high smoking your mom's pansies. I don't suggest that, though) seems to be an affective way of reducing our ecological footprint. A plant that can save trees, reduce carbon dioxide, provide for the textile industry, is more efficient than cotton plants, requires no fertilizers or pesticides, and is native to Ohio? Yet government officials still refuse to legalize the growth of hemp. Because pot is pot. Even if you're more likely to get a headache than a high smoking it. For more info, go to http://votehemp.com

October 5, 2007

houseplants, old greg, and hotdogs

houseplants: In my horticulture class (H&CS 200) last week we were given a 'Desperate Houseplant'---aka a houseplant we have to keep (moderately) alive for the next 6 weeks. Being the plant dork that I am, I was actually excited. I'm pretty sure I was creeping people out on my million mile walk home from ag. campus to my house with my houseplant and annoyingly excited smile on my face. I had one guy actually stop me on the bridge over the Olentangy and ask if I had been smoking my plant. By the way, my plant's still alive and thriving. Just in case you were wondering.


old greg: Alright, stop me if you've heard this one before. Some random bloke dressed in a tu-tu and cowboy boots, sea-weed for hair, and a weird obsession for Bailey's and for creepin around sayin "I'm Old Greg." Anyone heard of that before? I hadn't until my housemate introduced me to this lovely character via youtube. I can honestly say it was one of the disturbing things I've seen in my life. Not one of the most disturbing, but it was definitely disturbing. youtube, search "old greg". Let me know if after you watch it you start expecting things to pop out from around corners saying "I'm Old Greg...."


hotdog graffiti: I came back to Columbus from Cinci this week to find several hotdogs elegantly arranged within our flower pots, stuck to our windows (I'm not even going to ask how they stuck), and even installed in place of bulbs in our porch light (and yes, I did turn the light on to see what happened. Eh, nothing spectacular.). I had assumed my housmates had just acquired a different decorating taste, but apparantly the guys next door felt that hotdogs were a revolutionary idea to add to the art of graffiti.

October 2, 2007

homework. class. homework.

Homework. Class. More homework. Work. That pretty much sums up my life these past few weeks--and I'm sure there's more than a few other people who can claim to be living the same life.

Another factor that's been taking up time (and a considerable amount of patience) is figuring out where I'm going to live next year. Here's the gig--hopefully I can graduate by the end of this year. I have the feeling, though, that I might have a few classes left to take next year. And I'm working on getting a house in Cincinnati at the end of this school year. So do I sign a lease in Columbus for next year when I (might, possibly) be here for only a few months and have a house in Cinci? Or do I wing it during those months a bouce from one friend's sofa to the next.....hmmm....decisions, decisions. I'll figure it out eventually. Hopefully eventually comes before I have to sign a lease somewhere...

But unfortunately I must return to 'Frankenstein'--I still have 140 pages to read before my class tomorrow morning.

But first, a glimpse of what's to come in the next entry---house plants, old greg, and hot dog graffiti? Tune in next time for more...

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