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Crop Circles and Unicorns written @ 7:53 PM on September 03, 2003 As it turns out, I have achieved attaining a studio space on the fourth floor of the Fine Arts Center. This wee lil sophomore somehow-- and I can't tell you by what means because I have no fucking clue myself-- beat out half the BFA senior art majors. At least that's what my hubris would tell you... the truth is probably closer to the fact that a lot of seniors didn't apply. In any case, I bet you know what this means. Yes, that's right! I'll be sleeping on the fourth floor in the art studio and will receive my meals by the narrow slot under the door. Humankind will next see me at the start of winter break, where I'll emerge pale and gaunt and ever the disturbed artist. *** My archaeology professor wore a shirt today that I thought was extremely appropriate for someone of his wry personality and station in life: "Always you will have to contend with the stupidity of man." Henry D. Thoreau I kept staring at it while he went on another tirade about the Creationists in classes past getting him into trouble for "forcing his heretic beliefs" on them. That, combined with with his talks about religious and nationalistic zealots twisting archaeological evidence, made this class seem slightly... hmm, what's the correct word choice... ironic/appropriate/crookedly humorous to me. *** Here's one for the record books! Out of all my careful packing for college, I neglected to bring an umbrella. This was brought to my attention by the latest monsoon that has half-flooded the concrete campus for the past three days. This isn't a cry for sympathy, friends. Think of this as a lesson brought to you by the blonde everyone loves most! How soon I forget that not all days at NKU are bright, shiny, happy moments. Especially now. The weather changed so drastically that my body was stunned, and I've been suffering since Sunday with some sort of... allergy sickness thing... I don't know what you would call it. I'm don't feel sick, but my nose and throat and eyes are singing a different tune. Mother gave me some sort of medicine that completely knocked me out for half the weekend. I remember thinking, "So this is what drugs must feel like! Wooooo!" Consequently, I don't remember any of my Labor Day weekend, except for a few stray moments when I posted diary entries... and I'm sure they weren't as coherent as they could have been. *** In the paranormal department, my friends Brain and Caylah have reported that crop circles have appeared in Adams County, Ohio this past week, right across the highway from the Serpent Mound. They showed me pictures, and I told them the likelihood of these being real were close to nill. The corn stalks weren't broken, Brian explained, and therefore he's inclined to believe they are living proof that Peebles, Ohio was, indeedn visited by aliens. I told him entire documentaries and books have been written on how to flatten corn stalks without breaking them-- that you could do it with a heavy board, in fact. I explained to them that out of all the crop circle sightings in the world, only 3-5% of them are unsolved cases. To make a crop circle is an entirely systematic process. "Trust me," I said, "I've been researching about this stuff since I learned to read!" "But why would somebody do it?" Caylah asked. "There are fanatic groups out there," I said. "They come in the middle of the night and work for a few hours. Then before dawn they get out of there. To some groups, it's an art form." "Look," said Brian, "I've lived on a farm my entire life, and I know how hard it is to fold a corn stalk over without breakin' the stalk." I said, "Brian, trust me, buddy. I want to believe this is the real thing as much as you do. I've dealt with supernatural shit a lot recently, but I'm telling you, until they've done magnetic and chemical testing in the area, I'm going to write it off as a hoax." "But why Peebles?" he demanded. "Because it's out in the middle of no where and would cause a sensation," I exclaimed. "Think of it this way: why would aliens choose Peebles?" He showed me some low resolution pictures he printed from his computer that weren't so good. The crop circles were interesting formations, but mostly typical to what I've seen and could be easily designed on a graphic design major's Mac. But now scientists from all over the country are flocking to Peebles, and it's causing such a hullabaloo because of its location to the Serpent Mound. The story should be running in papers as I write this. "I believe in aliens," Brian declared. "And do you also believe in unicorns?" Caylah scoffed, shooting me a look of belittlement. And Brian raised his nose as well as any theater major would and said importantly, "Yes." "Nah-awe!" "I believe they are an extinct species," he replied, sounding as though he was an expert on such matters like biology. Caylah rolled her eyes, and I grinned at her in triumph. "Do you believe in unicorns?" she demanded to me. After all, my little "obsession," as negative psychologists will put it, earned me fifteen minutes of fame here. Guinness Book, look out. Mimicking Brian, I said, "Yes. I believe they live on another plain of existence." She really couldn't tell if I was joking or not, so she dropped it. She was arguing with two theater majors, after all; we tend to hear only what we will listen to, which tends to be narrow in scope anyway. *** I'm probably going to play around with my beautiful, supermodel-caliber scanner for a good portion of the evening... Until then, ciao!
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