Browsing: Otterz & Endz

Today is Election Day – perhaps the greatest day on the American Calendar! I only call it great not because the aging bowls of democracy gets its only movement, but because it signals the end of campaign season. The inane television ads – cease; the cacophonous radio spots – silenced; and the roadside signage – chopped down. I am sick of campaigning, and after this day is over my fever will clear. When did we get so swamped with political ads? Yesterday, just about every other commercial was a political ad – amendments, candidates, attacks, referendums, slurs, muckraking and spin……

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You know what I find weird? (You find something weird? No, pray tell… what do you find weird?) I’ll tell you – calendars that begin in September. (That’s it?) Yes, calendars that starts with September… of the previous year that is. Who needs this? It can’t be for the benefit for those of us who use calendars… we have one already. It just means that one of the calendars, either the one already on the wall or the one waiting to be, will have 4 months not used. Such a waste. Nor can it be for the benefit of those…

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Well, I’ve arrived. For those of you not keeping tabs on my recent ordeals, I’ve been in the processes of moving from New York to Florida. And, not that you have to, you can read up on the process here, here. But man, what a long road it’s been. I could tell you the woeful tales of sleeping on the floor for a week. I could mention a Geo Metro containing a cargo of two doped up cats and enough stuff to choke a SUV on the road for two days, heading south without air conditioning. But a story with…

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Moving is a humbling experience (see parts 1 & 2). If ever you feel too comfortable – move. If ever you feel like you have way too much stuff – move. If ever you had the slightest feeling of control over your life, destiny and stuff like that there… MOVE! Pulling up stakes is the panacea for the next generation. The average person does it seven times during their whole lives – and as you can see by the masses of well-adjusted average human bings [sic] out in the world, it must be true. I’ve been living in a minimalist…

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At first I thought it was a localized trend exclusive to my school. A colloquialism kept within that particular “academic” community. Then I heard it when I changed schools. I hear it at work and on the streets. The predicate, “smoke a cigarette,” is all over and is scary as hell Now I really don’t give a fig about the actual smoking of the aforementioned ciggy. This isn’t some anti-tobacco rant, so you may read on. It’s the fact that the clarification is needed is what gets me. Why all of a sudden are people declaring what’s about to be…

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The original idea put out by John Locke so many years ago was that all humans had the right to life, liberty and property. Jefferson would later put it down as “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” Odd how parcels of land and shelters of wood got equated to happiness. Where as it may be true for realtors and lawyers… property does not necessarily equate to happiness when others are concerned. I mean, who’s making the commissions here? (read part 1 here) Once the house is “sold” or “bought” (depending on who’s faction you’re loyal to at the time)…

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A few years ago a concept entered my mind, and to this date I still can’t figure out what is was. It was the New World Otter, we all know that… or, at least to those reading this article. I remember when and why it hit my head. The humor section for the Pauw Wow I was planning was kyboshed by the then editor, and I promised the writer (who’s work was just dismissed) a place for him to write… someday. Since this took place after a very liberal poli-sci course, “New World Otter” (instead of Order, incase you’ve still…

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Being one of the members of the seeming marginal demographic known as public transport commuters – and of the even marginal-marginal demographic of occasion enjoyers of public transport – it’s no wonder that I’ve made some observations on my journeys. Well, not as much observations as major peeves. 1) Stop Here on Red – This is for all the privileged classes out there, the ones with their own transport. When you see a sign saying “Stop Here on Red” and there is a bright white line emblazoned on the street… STOP THERE ON RED. What, you think the D.O.T. had…

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Right now I should be painting. I’m taking an oil painting class this term – I may have mentioned it. But one of the disadvantages of commuting to school is that nagging problem of not actually getting there – especially when mass transit is in the mix. I had missed my first bus by seconds, and with arthritic ankles and sore back, I’ve deemed running after the bus beneath me. The next bus was full up only to be followed by a bus planning to go only half the route then go home. The connecting bus was no better -…

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It’s said that one of the most traumatic experiences in life is that of moving. Those in the younger age brackets worry about finding new playmates and a pizza place as good as the old hang out. The elders worry about finding a new job, a new rut to fall into, playmates and a pizza place as good as the old hangout. But most traumatic is the selling of your house. It carries a lot of memories and now it’s being treated as just another building soon to be sold to who knows what. Actually, it’s not the fear of…

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