I went to the spring festivities on campus today, and other than a sunburn and a fish that died instantly, I got these nifty photos of Mary pie-ing a frat boy in the face. I think it was worth $2 for these photos.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Bright day
I was doing some drawing homework today, and Milton came to visit me. While cloud-watching (a favorite activity), I saw the clouds reflected quite clearly in his eyes. I couldn't really get the picture without obscuring the whole cloud view, but he was kind enough to let me stick the camera right in his face anyway. Actually, it looks a bit like a star of david, dunnit?
Anyway. That's my cute boyfriend.
Anyway. That's my cute boyfriend.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Shock of all Shocks

I went hiking near breakneck ridge today. There were great views of the Hudson Valley, and this wonderful little thing at a break in the trail. Were I to be filming Macbeth for that project we did in high school again, I would totally put the witches here. They'd be chillin', and Macbeth and Macduff would come up over the hill and find them. 'Twas a most blasted heath. It was one of those things I feel like I always see along the side of the road, and go "man, I wish I could get out of the car and take a billion pictures."
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Beacon
I drove to Beacon today, but stopped first in Lake Mohegan (which gives me absolute fits to drive through, it stresses me out so much) to pick up my new copy of the First Folio. <3
I met up with Milton at Dia:Beacon, which was not very, aah... accessible. There was a Richard Sera piece which I of course enjoyed, an odd plywood construction against a wall that made it look like there was a big hole in the floor, + too much art we weren't allowed to get near. I find that those kinds of museums are most fun when you're allowed to take pictures in them- art about the art is more interesting than the art itself. Is that offensive, or narrow-minded? I guess I'd be annoyed if somebody thought that about my art... but my art isn't in a museum, eh?
After, we went to the Muddy Cup coffee house, which may win the prize for Best Coffee House, ever. Too bad it's half an hour away from my house. They had such a huge selection that I couldn't decide what I wanted, and a neat aesthetic. Throne-like chairs, and a good place to sit + chat quietly for a few hours, which we did.
I took the scenic route through Fahnstock state park back home, but was sad that it was so cloudy. On even just a decent night, you can see the milky way from there, and when the lake is still, it gets reflected in the lake, surrounded by tree-covered hills, + is quite breathtaking. I learned to skip stones there, actually.
I met up with Milton at Dia:Beacon, which was not very, aah... accessible. There was a Richard Sera piece which I of course enjoyed, an odd plywood construction against a wall that made it look like there was a big hole in the floor, + too much art we weren't allowed to get near. I find that those kinds of museums are most fun when you're allowed to take pictures in them- art about the art is more interesting than the art itself. Is that offensive, or narrow-minded? I guess I'd be annoyed if somebody thought that about my art... but my art isn't in a museum, eh?
After, we went to the Muddy Cup coffee house, which may win the prize for Best Coffee House, ever. Too bad it's half an hour away from my house. They had such a huge selection that I couldn't decide what I wanted, and a neat aesthetic. Throne-like chairs, and a good place to sit + chat quietly for a few hours, which we did.
I took the scenic route through Fahnstock state park back home, but was sad that it was so cloudy. On even just a decent night, you can see the milky way from there, and when the lake is still, it gets reflected in the lake, surrounded by tree-covered hills, + is quite breathtaking. I learned to skip stones there, actually.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Getting over it
So many photos of my bed lately! Well, I guess that's what happens when you're sick. Today, however, I was feeling better, + even had the energy to make my bed. I think when your bed is made, it instantly makes the whole room tidier.
I don't know why, but ever since starting college I've become a bit of a neatnick, and that tendency has just accelerated with the past semester. I always make my bed, and clean my room every night before going to sleep. I just can't think when my room is a mess.
Anyway, that weird looking white pillow in front of the doll is actually a "book bag", a cute little bag to keep (you got it!) books in. I put 'Little Women' in there, so I don't have to think about it while I'm not reading it.
I don't know why, but ever since starting college I've become a bit of a neatnick, and that tendency has just accelerated with the past semester. I always make my bed, and clean my room every night before going to sleep. I just can't think when my room is a mess.
Anyway, that weird looking white pillow in front of the doll is actually a "book bag", a cute little bag to keep (you got it!) books in. I put 'Little Women' in there, so I don't have to think about it while I'm not reading it.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Day one- again
I'm baaaaack! Here are the new rules: I'll take a photo a day, + I'll try to put them on my flickr at least every three days, and try to blog at least once a week. Mmmkay? Take your marks... go!
After a long night of (mostly) inoffensive shenanigans, Matt, Mike, Dave, Jason Zwick, Allie, Mary + I headed to the diner, for a little late morning nosh. And Matt, being the hooligan he is, looked like he was commiting some kind of intrigue behind that menu.
After a long night of (mostly) inoffensive shenanigans, Matt, Mike, Dave, Jason Zwick, Allie, Mary + I headed to the diner, for a little late morning nosh. And Matt, being the hooligan he is, looked like he was commiting some kind of intrigue behind that menu.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Peking Opera
Today was the "Final" for peking Opera, which was essentially a performance. Our professors did full on makeup for us, which turned out to be quite a process. First we got pinkish base slapped on. Next came the red bit, which faded down from our eyes. After a layer of powder, black got put on our eyebrows + eyelids, giving us a permanently irritated look. Lips were last, + during the whole process we stood around the dressing room making faces at eachother. The makeup helped make parts of the dance make much more sense- when we widened our eyes, the audience could really see it, even if they were far away (like they would have been in a traditional Peking performance).
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