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I'm always vaguely afraid someone is going to come by my room and go "WHAT?!" when "Gatorade" comes up on my playlist.
Oct. 6th, 2007
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Oct. 6th, 2007 03:40 pm. . . I quite like this.
My Inner Hero - Wizard!
There are many types of magic, but all require a sharp mind and a cool head. There is no puzzle I can't solve, no problem I can't think my way out of. When you feel confused or uncertain, you can always rely on me to untangle the knots and put everything back in order for you.
How about you? Click here to find your own inner hero.
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An Archie (Architecture) friend of mine and I went to the Mattress Factory today. We left the dorm at 10, got breakfast, got on the bus around 11 . . .
. . . Got off downtown, confused by confident, at 11:30 . . .
. . . Walked over the Allegheny to North Side to arrive at the Mattress Factory around 12. . .
We spent about two hours in the museum. Best exhibits by far were Turrell's "Pleiades" (a totally dark room with a faint, faint glow at one end that you can only really see after five minutes of letting your eyes get used to the darkness) and Lutz's "Garden" outside.
Around 2:15, we left and went to find a bus. That took another half hour, and when we finally got one, a middle-aged guy started hitting on my Archie friend (she handled herself well, but confessed herself weirded out by the experience). A much pleasanter, older man helped us find the bus that would get us back to Oakland, and we finally got back to the dorms at 3:30. So much for seeing Three Sisters today. Ah well.
So exhausted, but I feel like I've been an intrepid explorer of Pittsburgh. Yay!
Now I should probably go work on my Interp. & Argument paper, so I don't have to do it all tomorrow. Boo.
My Inner Hero - Wizard!
There are many types of magic, but all require a sharp mind and a cool head. There is no puzzle I can't solve, no problem I can't think my way out of. When you feel confused or uncertain, you can always rely on me to untangle the knots and put everything back in order for you.
How about you? Click here to find your own inner hero.
( More complete results: )
An Archie (Architecture) friend of mine and I went to the Mattress Factory today. We left the dorm at 10, got breakfast, got on the bus around 11 . . .
. . . Got off downtown, confused by confident, at 11:30 . . .
. . . Walked over the Allegheny to North Side to arrive at the Mattress Factory around 12. . .
We spent about two hours in the museum. Best exhibits by far were Turrell's "Pleiades" (a totally dark room with a faint, faint glow at one end that you can only really see after five minutes of letting your eyes get used to the darkness) and Lutz's "Garden" outside.
Around 2:15, we left and went to find a bus. That took another half hour, and when we finally got one, a middle-aged guy started hitting on my Archie friend (she handled herself well, but confessed herself weirded out by the experience). A much pleasanter, older man helped us find the bus that would get us back to Oakland, and we finally got back to the dorms at 3:30. So much for seeing Three Sisters today. Ah well.
So exhausted, but I feel like I've been an intrepid explorer of Pittsburgh. Yay!
Now I should probably go work on my Interp. & Argument paper, so I don't have to do it all tomorrow. Boo.
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Oct. 6th, 2007 09:39 pmHOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP I saw a girl practicing karate in the MPR and stopped and watched her and she finished her kata and came over and it turns out she does shito-ryu and we're practicing together Tuesday EEE.
The other exciting thing of tonight is that I saw Leon Katz speak tonight about Getrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas. He was a little hard to follow at some points, as he had a tendency to slur his words, but he was very entertaining nevertheless, and I came away with some interesting quotes and notes.
What got me, though, was when he quoted Alice about Gertrude. He worked with Alice for four months deciphering some of Gertrude's never-before-seen notebooks. Just before he left her apartment one day, she said that she could never fully tell him what it was like to live with Gertrude. And she said this (I hope I'm getting it right):
When she walked in, the room lit up; the day lit up; the year lit up; my life lit up.
Katz had trouble getting that out. It hit me hard.
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
The other exciting thing of tonight is that I saw Leon Katz speak tonight about Getrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas. He was a little hard to follow at some points, as he had a tendency to slur his words, but he was very entertaining nevertheless, and I came away with some interesting quotes and notes.
What got me, though, was when he quoted Alice about Gertrude. He worked with Alice for four months deciphering some of Gertrude's never-before-seen notebooks. Just before he left her apartment one day, she said that she could never fully tell him what it was like to live with Gertrude. And she said this (I hope I'm getting it right):
When she walked in, the room lit up; the day lit up; the year lit up; my life lit up.
Katz had trouble getting that out. It hit me hard.
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.