It's Never Sunny in Ithaca

Marge: Next to spring and winter, fall is my absolute favorite season. Just look at all this beautiful foilage.
Lisa: It's not "foilage," Mom, it's "foliage." Fo-liage.
Marge: That's what I said, foilage. It doesn't take a nucular scientist to pronounce foilage.

It is hard to document the fall colors appropriately here in Ithaca. First we have not been blessed with constant sunny skies. Second, the vantage points aren't the best. I have yet to find the scenic outlooks. And third, it is really hard to take decent photos with a cell phone camera while driving. Don't worry about the latter though, it was relatively easy to do. The following pictures are of my decent from Cayuga Heights into Ithaca.

Laundry Noir

Homer: When was the last time Barbara Streisand cleaned out your garage? And when it's time to do your laundry, where's Ray Bolger? I'll tell ya. Ray Bolger is looking out for Ray Bolger!

What do on a cool Sunday night? Study solid mechanics and do some laundry with the locals.



Enter seductive jazzy melodies...

A Sort of Homecoming

Last week I holed up and did all my homework due after fall break. Allowing me a stress-free trip to MPLS for a mini vacation. I hung out with friends, Libby, Bingley, family, took in a football game, and some how racked up a +$100 dinner bill for two (EEK!).

Unfortunately it had to come to an end. I'm right back in the thick of it now with four tests next week and an new initiative to ACTUALLY begin the project. Less talk, more action!

Anyways, here are some highlights.



Chilly! And green is the new gold. (note the stadium in the sunglasses, if you rode in an elevator you probably were laterally and vertically supported by my design, scary)



Is Bingley replacing Milly and Muffy?!?



Dad scaring the dog.

Poor attempts at the Shoe Tree

Cornellians tried hard, but ultimately have failed in trying to recreate the UMN Shoe Tree. Rather than watching where I was going on my walks to class, I noticed power lines with shoes thrown over. This practice was strikingly similar to the shoe tree practice on the west end of the Washington Ave. Pedestrian Bridge.

Odd.



Even right outside my apartment.



Yeah, I caused traffic to stop. Look at the bottom left corner of the picture.



Perfectly wasted shoes... as Eddie Vedder said, "Shoe the Shoeless."

Poor puppy!

Bingley was getting a massive 'fro as of late, so Libby arranged an appointment for a haircut. Her mom brought in Bingley and asked to have it cut as short as possible. Hilarious consequences resulted.