The Spartan Daily is over for me. Finito. I wrote my last article, a so-so bit about what students think of the fact that Whitmore jumped ship to be a CEO. That was my last action as a Dailian.
That’s it. After five semesters, no more weekly column, the title of which erroneously states that I have a point, and nowhere to copy edit until my eyes bleed (2am, on average).
I suppose at one point, this will all hit me, this real world crap, and I’ll get weepy and nostalgic. So, I grabbed my crappy, found-in-a-cereal-box digital camera, and took pictures of the eight things I’ll miss about being on the Spartan Daily.
Why eight? Ten seemed like too many, and I’m often afeared of good, round, numbers. Eight is just about right.
Things I’ll miss about the Spartan Daily #8:
Hank Drew’s blue noise box thing.
This box makes noise. The box is to sooth and guide you to a meditative state. I suppose 20-second loops either do that, or they make you damn crazy. It's a crapshoot.
This thing showed up smack dab in the middle of the Hank Drew administration, which was a rough one. Certain personel didn’t get along with other certain personel, and all other personel got stuck in the middle.
Basically, you could have cut the tension with a knife. Hell, you didn’t need a knife, you could have used a spoon. You could have waved your damn hand around and cut the tension.
So, the appearance of a blue box meant to help little brains transcend to better places didn’t necesarily seem like the worst thing that could have burst on the scene.
Upon discovering it, I switched the little bugger on. I discovered a small button on top of the device, and pushed it. Ever touch of the button revealed a new and unusual sound, which repeated. Over. And over. And over. And over.
From a mysterious, etherial clanking of unknown metal to the sound of wind blowing something or other around, one thing has to be said about the Fm3 machine: It’s freakin weird.
After originally dismissing it as a ridiculous novelty, I must admit that I kidnapped it for a while and, with glib delight, used it to confuse people at Fourth Street Pizza. It’s very concealable, and the noises it makes aren’t natural.
Also, I must admit that, while kidnapped, the blue box did help me study for finals, at the cost of a little mental sanity.
Tags: Angelo Lanham, Fm3, Hank Drew, Karma machine, SJSU, Spartan Daily
June 1, 2010 at 7:42 pm |
i’m interested to find out what the other 7 entries will be. I was a little disappointed that they weren’t all here, just a snippy little teaser about a random noise machine. then again, patience never really was my strong suit.
yep, still being coy, still hoping you haven’t figured it out yet, though you should have by now…
June 2, 2010 at 7:37 pm |
All eight at once? Are you nuts? That would take something like half an hour to type. Besides, this way you get to learn the art of patience.
Call me dense, but I still have no idea who this is. So good job with the coy thing.