tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22452143519387385952024-03-05T08:48:14.881-07:00Campus Observatorya position affording an extensive view.
two words - watch out.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-70070307772200315552011-02-11T20:04:00.000-07:002011-02-11T20:04:55.823-07:00Overlabeled."Excuse me, I'm looking for 101N in this building."<br />
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In general, I've never felt threatened on campus, but there are blue light posts with emergency phones to call them. They'll help you get into your car, or if you feel unsafe they'll escort you to your car.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-81243674200923465842010-11-24T17:16:00.000-07:002010-11-24T17:16:25.639-07:00Emily's RainbowWhen this spray-painted rainbow on several large pieces of butcher paper appeared in the hallway of one of our university buildings a couple of weeks ago, it got my attention. I have no idea who made it or why it is there.<br />
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"The Potato in Spain during the Late 16th Century" published in <i>Economic Botany.</i><br />
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As a friend said, some people will do anything for a Thesis.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-43192950853849336502010-11-03T18:27:00.000-06:002010-11-03T18:27:44.002-06:00Scholarship Awards BanquetsDuring Spring semester this year, I attended a departmental scholarship awards ceremony for Classics in Language and Literature. We met in a small conference room, had a one page program and after the ceremony, had pizza, drinks and cookies. (I might add the pizza was from the local eatery, very tasty)<br />
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A few weeks ago, I attended a departmental scholarship awards ceremony for Engineering. We met in the tower of the football stadium with a fantastic view of the city lights. The program was 25 pages. After a three course catered dinner with water and punch, there was a reading of all the scholarship recipients and tribute to the excellence of the program.<br />
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I wonder who has more funding.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-72079104284576972932010-11-03T18:13:00.000-06:002010-11-03T18:13:39.918-06:00Gold ShoesOn my way out of one class, I frequently see a small, gray-haired woman walking in the opposite direction. She always has her hair pulled back, and is clutching her books tightly to her chest. A few days ago I saw her, wearing <i>gold shoes</i>. Awesome.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-4969548247797979082010-05-18T15:56:00.000-06:002010-05-18T15:56:55.983-06:00HYPRA sign posted on the doors of the ladies locker room:<br />
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Of course, it is now my routine to shower there after work-out classes. It hasn't been too bad, though near the end it feels like my head was dunked in a frozen lake.<br />
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The ladies locker room is actually quite convenient, with towels you can check out with just your ID card, showers (with curtains, thank goodness), hair dryers and plenty of room. Also, it is quite warm in there, to make up for the freezing shower. Though, a note on the shower curtains: They are just wide enough to cover the shower opening, if the material was completely stretched out. But, as shower curtains go, the curtain is slightly waved. Luckily there is no one else in there at the time I am.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-67364073263916607512010-02-12T12:36:00.001-07:002010-02-12T12:36:55.255-07:00Beautiful.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB6RCPR1knYasa9kj6sULLdV5FwcGrin35bRmyCm-hcyT_B8hzldCGWw8Ww9gRow0z5p0VUILWAcE1Ud6KDwHkOyb5eeZBOgu0IRbC7zkp_vj3BO1gMPFZ7SUCVweHX7vp6oG-jusgsxw/s1600-h/0212100841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB6RCPR1knYasa9kj6sULLdV5FwcGrin35bRmyCm-hcyT_B8hzldCGWw8Ww9gRow0z5p0VUILWAcE1Ud6KDwHkOyb5eeZBOgu0IRbC7zkp_vj3BO1gMPFZ7SUCVweHX7vp6oG-jusgsxw/s200/0212100841.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>The Ladies restroom in OSH displays a long mirror above the three sinks. Someone placed a sticker top and center of the mirror. Must be Valentine's Day.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-87084411315385979972009-11-20T11:38:00.004-07:002009-11-20T11:46:01.592-07:00Doughnut Chairs.With the new remodel of the library, new furniture was part of the improvements. The old desk chairs, arm-chairs and couches were acceptable and functional, though definitely showing wear. Now, the new chairs at all of the computers are ones that you can sit in without feeling like you're sitting in a chair for hours on end. But what I am so keenly interested in are the new "arm chairs". I dubbed them the "doughnut chairs". The basic concept is a half-sphere, with a slightly pushed out bottom and back with cushions to seat a human. On a tour of the library, it was revealed that the designer calls them "The Womb." One full grown man could easily curl in a fetal position and fall asleep (the down fall of studying in these chairs: sleeping comes easily). Each chair is built to withstand decades of wear, costing near $3,000 (yes a comma in the price) each.<br /><br />We don't skimp here when it comes to a student's education (or comfort).redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-79753727699991117372009-10-23T13:42:00.002-06:002009-10-23T13:44:53.175-06:00A Letter.Dear Math Tutoring Center,<br /><br /><ol><li>Get more tutors who know Stats.</li><li>If you do know Stats, please help me to do the problem <span style="font-style: italic;">correctly.</span></li><li>If you come to help me with a problem, please wait until I understand. Explaining a concept and walking away<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> does not count.</span></span></li></ol><br />Sincerely,<br />A Stats student.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-13425326965768289012009-09-15T11:14:00.005-06:002010-11-06T10:40:02.352-06:00Parking MetersOn a lovely, sunny afternoon in September, I parked my car near a large lawn on campus where a friend loaded his bike into the back of my car. We discovered a frisbee. We both had things to do that afternoon so I loaded the parking meter with some change, enough for about 26 (do I really remember that?) minutes. Of course, once one is involved in a game such as this, time fades away. I realized we were there considerably longer than planned and paid for, but with no parking attendants in sight, we kept playing. Finally, our arms exhausted, we wandered back up the hill to the car, where lo and behold, there was a man on a bike in a uniform, looking at my flashing red "EXPIRED" meter. As I approached the car and opened the door, he said to me "You know you're meter ran out." My relpy, "I do now" and shut the door.<br />
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Clunkers that are being held together with team memorabilia, scooters, every once in a while a lucky student with a European car, but most are just cars that have 7-10 years on them already that run well enough for transportation, naps and restaurant seats. One thing they all have in common - Dirt. My car is no exception. Out all night next to sprinklers, the morning brings nice pollen coat of fuzz. With papers, exams and work (to pay for that car) the last thing on a student's mind is the outward condition of their car. Every car in sight had water spots, road dirt, or pollen. We should look at this as the way the rising generation is contributing to the environment by saving water and not polluting the ground with cleansing chemicals.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-10497884433032337682009-05-24T16:50:00.004-06:002009-05-24T17:02:45.249-06:00All Brands of NerdinessPost Written By James Dixon<br /><br />It takes all kinds to make the world. I learned that a lot in Germany, and I'm still learning that here in Utah. I also found out that the more people you get to be around, the more likely you are to see and understand that. Singing in institute choir has provided one such opportunity. As soon as it was publicized that we were going to be singing in General Conference, the flood gates opened, and everyone and their dog came out to rehearse.<br /><br />I remember one such rehearsal where all the choirs in the valley meet together at one time. We had around 400 people in that rehearsal, so it was very warm, noisy, and everyone was getting a little impatient. While the director was working with the women in the choir, I took the opportunity to stretch and survey my fellow tenors. Sitting directly behind me was a tenor who looked like he could be fresh out of high school. He was very intently working on a project, and after some careful observation, I could see he was working on a cross-stitch. But this wasn't any cross-stitch. This was a cross-stitch of a Pokemon. I started jumping to conclusions about the level of nerdiness that this kid, now in college, must be at. I then reassured myself that maybe he was making it for a younger brother, and thought, "gosh, what a nice guy." Then he looked up at me with his bottle rim glasses and gave me a smile that will go down in the annals of my memory for time and all eternity as one of the nerdiest smiles I think I've ever gotten. There was no longer any need to jump to conclusions. The cross-stitch was for him, and only him. I smiled back, trying to suppress a laugh, and then turned around and tried to laugh as silently and with as little movement as possible. Have you ever tried to do that? It's painful. But you know, probably the most painful and frightening part of the experience is, for a split second right when I saw his cross-stitch, the name of the specific Pokemon he was needling came flashing into mind. I thought "Hey, that's a Vulpix."<br /><br />I learned that it really does take all kinds to make the world. But be careful what you think or say... you might just be one of them.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-12364240450426231972009-04-07T10:23:00.003-06:002009-04-07T10:25:07.954-06:00Cold Season.A university campus should also be known as a breeding ground for germs. Students feel they <span style="font-style: italic;">have</span> to be in class, though they are seriously ill.<br /><br />It should also be noted that students are poor, and it is not unusual to see a long stretch of toilet paper emerge from a student's pocket rather than tissues.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-29571741613115583312009-03-26T16:04:00.002-06:002009-03-26T16:14:47.901-06:00EEBO.Early English Books Online.<br /><br />The type used for the letter "s" used in the early days of the printing press looks much like an "f". (though only in the intervocalic or interconsonatal instances) When one reads through this type, the first impression is that these people spoke with a lisp. "..in moft pointf of ufuful knowledge."<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Note: Is there a word that means a letter inside a word, that applies for both interconsonatal and intervocalic? 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Closer inspection of the book revealed that it was <span style="font-weight: bold;">most likely</span> NOT a homework assignment, but a simple, pleasureful, fun, treat for the eyes, relaxing read, fantasy novel.<br /><br />Either he's one of the luckiest guys on campus that has a) no homework or b) finished homework with no additional studying to do or c) a guy who knows who to procrastinate properly.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-13523403961747047622009-02-25T09:55:00.002-07:002009-02-25T09:58:49.058-07:00You know people are in your office when you aren't, when....<ul><li>The full candy dish now only has 6 pieces left.</li><li>Papers that were in your box, now are outside of it.</li><li>The paper from the printer now sits on your desk and the printer drawer is open</li><li>The photo is lying flat instead of standing.</li><li>There is a nearly empty bottle of Organic Raw Kombucha sitting next to the mailboxes, that obviously wasn't there before.</li><li>A power strip that was once on the floor, is now on the desk.<br /></li></ul>redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-91259982740703934912009-02-19T16:05:00.002-07:002009-02-19T16:07:38.704-07:00WEBIn the WEB building, there is a staircase on the south-west corner. Between the 4th and 1st floors of this staircase, is a plastic tube full of water.<br /><br />I'm guessing this has something to do with the earthquake monitors that are on the 8th floor of the same building.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-1915465692186190362009-02-19T16:04:00.001-07:002009-02-19T16:05:29.060-07:00Cow.Above the TRAX line near the hospital, there is a full color statue of a cow.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-4134472625904802152009-02-03T16:12:00.002-07:002009-02-03T16:19:11.839-07:00Student UnionFor those who infrequently visit the Student Union building would do well to in the near future. The Union houses the following, but is not strictly limited to:<br /><ul><li>Jukebox (There's even a Radio Disney CD in there)</li><li>Pool table.</li><li>Big Screen TV.</li><li>Food. Food. Food.</li><li>Ping Pong table.</li><li>Bowling.</li><li>Quarter Basketball machine.</li></ul>Plus all the things you'd expect, like a computer lab, a totally rad bathroom <a href="http://campusobservatory.blogspot.com/2008/05/bathrooms-student-union.html">(see here)</a>, discount tickets for Lagoon, movies, sports events, offices, and a big wood floored dance room with a chandelier.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-17439989818005835572009-01-05T12:42:00.002-07:002009-01-05T13:00:38.787-07:00To MFA ApplicantsDear Applicants,<br /><br />If you want to be accepted into the Film Program it might help if:<br /><br />A) You sent all your letters of recommendation in.<br />B) You put an application with your DVD sample.<br />C) Sent all the requirements in ON TIME.<br /><br />If you have made it this far, graduated from an institution with a Bachelors Degree, one would hope you had learned to follow instructions, and be on time for deadlines. But one can only hope.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-86293074175084475262008-12-16T11:17:00.002-07:002008-12-16T11:17:19.105-07:00Walking in a Winter Wonder-accident-pron-LandTo ensure safety of all humans on campus, the University has offered a page of tips. Directly quoted from the web page. May I say, common sense anyone?<br /><p><strong>Be Safe</strong></p><ul><li>Plan extra time on your schedule to prevent being in a rush. Most accidents occur due to inattention or being in a hurry.</li><li>Remove snows from shoes before entering any building.</li><li>Always use a handrail when climbing up and down stairs.</li><li>Always use handrail when getting in and out of buildings, vehicles or public transportation.</li><li>Wear footwear with traction, consider <em>Yax Trax</em> or something similar.</li></ul><p><strong>Be Smart</strong></p><ul><li>Walk at a slower pace.</li><li>Stay on designated walkways.</li><li>Watch and avoid slippery surfaces.</li></ul><p><strong>Be Seen</strong></p><ul><li>Wait for vehicles to make a complete stop before crossing the road.</li><li>Wear visible clothing especially at night or during heavy snow.</li></ul><p>If you fall relax and try to fall as limply as possible. Avoid using your arms to stop your fall. <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(Does anyone else see an image of a rag doll? Seriously, the first thing I think when I slip is "oh crap!" not "oh, I should relax, just like in the bath...")</span><br /></p><p><strong>Driving a Vehicle</strong></p><ul><li>Avoid driving with snow "peep holes".</li><li>Make the time to completely clear the snow and ice off your vehicle. Start from the roof, all windows, hood, trunk, turn signals, head and taillights, mirrors and fenders.</li><li>Leave sufficient distance between your vehicle and the vehicle in front of you to allow manueverability and avoid possible collision. Give enough space so you can stop sooner</li><li>Slow down. Roads may be slippery due to black ice.</li><li>Avoid making abrupt lane changes.</li><li>Avoid any distractions when driving such as using your cellphone.</li></ul>According to the Federal Highway Administration's national statistics, an average of 232 pedestrians are injured each day while a pedestrian is killed or injured every 7 minutes.<br /><br />Umm, thanks. I'll do my best.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-48494817021559430892008-11-10T10:08:00.005-07:002009-09-15T16:21:31.423-06:00The "Bells" - Part 2Today, the "bells" were ringing at nine-thirty, as a song. Now, I've heard that the school down south plays church hymns with their real, legit, you can actually see and touch, bells. Is this in attempts to be "as cool"? The song that was playing was a familiar tune, though I couldn't tell you what it was. Laughing to myself at the attempt of music, suddenly the song stopped abruptly, right in the middle. Maybe someone was just too annoyed and threw something at the speaker.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2245214351938738595.post-18046494917469171512008-10-01T11:52:00.002-06:002008-10-01T12:01:36.018-06:00Enthusiastic ProfessorsToday in class, a professor was describing the Greek language. With her reading glasses in hand, she waved her arm...and you can guess what happened. The spectacles flew across the room, landing in two pieces. The class was sympathetic, but she just laughed, and walked back to the table and picked up new pair she had picked up the night before.redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10406471265766410007noreply@blogger.com0