
We’ve been waiting for it, and at this point, I can’t think of a better graduation present. Check it out, the Artifacts absolutely killed it. Keep an eye out for these kids…
The new record on the Bandcamp – you won’t be sorry.
I’m not mad.
Dear Camp Skidmore,
I walked to campus this morning and saw a freshman run to greet her friend, “I’m leaving in an hour,” she exclaimed, “I just want to say bye.” I’ve said those words and heard them many times before, but for the first time in my four years at Camp Skidmore, goodbye won’t mean “until fall.” This is my real goodbye. This letter is for you.
You’re probably wondering what I mean by Camp Skidmore. After all, I’m not saying goodbye to Skidmore College; that part of the experience will always be in my life. People will ask me about college, I’ll reunite with old friends at reunions, and thanks to Career Services, I’ll have the help in my professional life for as long as I need it. But the camp aspect is something you can only experience by being here. So as my goodbye to this wonderful place, I’m writing a list of exactly what defines Camp Skidmore:
1. D-Hall: Thank you for innumerable meals shared with large groups of friends. For some reason cramming 12 people at a four person table is the default.
2. Case Runway: The long corridor where the upperclassmen sit, smoke and watch. You get noticed on the walkway whether you like it or not, so plan your disheveled look carefully.
3. First Floor Library Social Hour: You can get things done at the first floor computer bank, but be advised: you will be interrupted every 5 to 10 minutes. It’s the perfect place to catch up with friends, procrastinate and feel productive all at once.
4. Free Food: It’s possible to live off of free meals. Lectures, banquets, events, and dialogues: if you get involved, you get fed.
5. Adirondack Chairs: A reminder that you can kick back when you need to, and guess what, they’re perfect for stubbing out cigarettes too.
6. Backyard Bonfires: Warm up with a little of natures’ heat from your very own pile of junk wood. Cozy up to someone and grab some cheap beer from the keg.
7. Biking as a Statement: Let’s face it, campus just isn’t that big, but riding a bicycle around is the perfect way to make a statement about alternative travel (and your glorious thighs).
8. Drinking out of Jars: Do you really need a coffee mug? Keep your hands warm in the winter with a heated piece of glass. Put a lid on it and reuse. Besides, (discrete) refills at Burgess are free!
9. Cut off Dresses: Who doesn’t love a couple loose strings and a little extra leg? Not to mention rolled up sleeves and nutty patterns.
10. Dad Sweaters: Warm, baggy and garish. They’re the perfect way to look cool and seem like you’re not trying to.
11. Salvation Army: A bag of clothing for $15 is only half an hour away. Tailored fit? Who needs it when you have safety pins?
12. Free Uncommon Bagels: It’s hard to say no to a bag of bagels (or three or four) but watch out! They’ll hog up your freezer for months.
13. End of the Semester Dumpster Dive: Books, clothes and SO MUCH MORE! We love to leave expensive barely used items in the trash.
I could go on, but you get the point. I’ll miss you Camp Skidmore!
There is no time more appropriate for a witty or wise quotation as at events that mark endings or passage of time. A good quote at graduation feels almost more warranted than in a research paper.
I distinctly remember being told not to hide behind a quote, but to use it as a jumping off point. So here is mine. I picked it up (at the risk of sounding pretentious) while reading Oliver Sacks. It’s not even a quotation of him. The pretention gets deeper. It’s Goethe. But Sack introduced me.
“Alles nahe werde fern.” Apparently this translates to “everything near becomes distant.”
Everything we care about begins to fade into the past. What seems so important now, will seem like a little blip on the radar. Case and point, my housemate, was consumed by writing his thesis in the fall. I’ve never seen him more stressed, shaken or on edge as while working on it. A few weeks ago, while finishing his thesis was still in the not so distant past, I asked him how he felt about it.
“It was… eh,” he shrugged.
I’m not saying that it didn’t matter, it did, but years later will we remember how anxious and upset that “bad” grade on a test made you. Probably not. That doesn’t make the worries of the present any less real, but for me, when I’m in the anxiety inducing shadow of a deadline, one that seems huge and impassible, it’s nice to know that there will be some distance eventually, that this will be something that I may barely remember. Distance allows for perspective.
We only really realize what we learned from an experience long after it’s over. A break up, a lost loved one, a time abroad. Life plus time equals learning. I think perhaps, that will be the largest gift we get from graduating. Not a diploma, but the chance to start learning from Skidmore as we – over time – gain some distance. All the classes, friends, parties, boredom and everything else that make up our time at Skidmore, will mature and age into new and interesting lessons. The farther I get from Skidmore, the more I will begin to understand my time here.

artístes
The long anticipated Senior Art Show holds its opening reception tonight from 6-8pm at the Tang.
The show features the work of 47 senior studio art majors. The show and the reception are free and open to the public and will be up till May 20th.
via: the tang
More finals, a rainy day, blah blah. It’s cool, we’ll all make it through, we always do.
Just popping in to say: watch out for what we’re calling the “End of the Line” series, or something like that – basically the last thoughts, wishes, advice, criticisms and insights of the graduating class. We’ve collected some great writers, thinkers and friends to sum it all up, both for themselves and for your benefit. For those of you who have 1/2/3 more years to go: learn from them maybe, eh?
Plan on seeing these slices of life go up in the next week and continue through graduation (i.e. don’t go home this weekend and fagettaboudit). You’ll likey this.
I’m baking baguettes and listening to WEQX, so perhaps I’m a bit removed from all this, but it sounds like the kiddies are taking finals this week. And will therefore offload textbooks in the hopes of funding a weekend of DMB fury at SPAC. Aren’t we all?
Here’s the skinny on how to do that, shamelessly and lazily copied from last semester. Twas so nice we had to run it twice:
Textbooks & How to Sell Them – from the depths of the SU.com archives

this is a test
Alright everyone, this is the week you get to prove yourself, to show your mettle and to impress all your friends. So break out your adderall contacts, NoDoz stockpiles, and that refillable mug.
After 4 years, I’ve learned that finals week isn’t about the tests or the papers at all. It’s really a self-pity contest. I hope, in preparation, you put off all your work and that you’ll now be forced to stay up all night, every night. But first, for extra points, make sure to get to the library and complain loudly to all your friends about how much work you have and how you cant wait to get soooo trashed. This is the perfect segue into a conversation about last weekend and how trashed you were. After reminiscing about that make sure to end the conversation with ‘ah well, fuck it’. Then saunter off to a computer, loudly smack the keys a few times, update facebook, and leave. Little known fact, during finals week, professors actually read your facebook and routinely respond and sympathize with student’s pitiful pleas and paper complaints, so make sure to do that.
That’s how you kick in the dick of finals week.
Good luck.
Tomorrow is definitely NOT the most anticipated D-Hall event of the semester, free for all students. DON’T go to the Food Dome (new nickname for the dining hall– start saying it now so everyone knows you were ahead of the crowd) from 8-10:30PM tomorrow night. There will definitely be NO music being played by Bo Beep and the Funk Sheep.
So whatever you do: DO NOT take a break from your studies and stuff your face with breakfast for dinner.

The more I look at this picture, the less I know if I like it only ironically or not.