Festival of Winds
Emmy and Gaby
Thursday, May 30, 2002
Oddest search result on Google that ends up with my page as the first result "if my baby is due 1-15-03 how many weeks am i pregnant"
How often do you wake up to the opening few notes of a song from your alarm? And then how often is it a song you really like? That happened to me on Tuesday, and it was so nice to just sit back and listen to Cats in the Cradle by Harry Chapin. It was certainly a great way to start the day.
Monday, May 20, 2002
"The trees you use around here to make maple syrup must be telephone poles" ~Etienne, my Canadian econ TA
Sunday, May 19, 2002
Angelo is a "street philosopher" as Jen put it. A former convicted felon, he now spends his days trying to change the world one person at a time. His slightly erratic rhyming couplets resonate with a strong message, a deep underlying cry for a change to be made to the fundamentals of American society. His rap-like presentation of his thoughts on political corruption and prison reform offer just a glimpse into the complex mass of ideas he holds. He is eager to talk with young minds about their world views, and hopes to bring the next generation up with some of the ideas to help improve the education of many, and the lives of many more.
Besides his own thoughts, even more interesting is how many people he has touched in some fashion or another. I met him this evening on the El, after I had pointed out to Jen that two signs gave conflicting dates (one said Monday April 20th and the other Monday April 29th). He overheard and proceeded to comment on how observant that was, and mused about how many people had been on the same train and not noticed anything. He offered us a poem on education, and continued the conversation from there, more to Jen and Tamica who were sitting next to him. Upon leaving the train, we assumed he was just a guy spreading his views. It was after returning home and mentioning the guy to John that I found out so much more. Last year, Mo, John's girlfriend had interviewed him for one of her classes, and just this past Thursday Brian had met him at the soup kitchen where after eating he hung around to help out, shared poetry and talked of his disciples who are helping him to change the world.
Suddenly, he is now a real person- no longer just a slightly crazed guy I met on the El. Learning just a little more about him from someone else completely changed my opinion of him. And I wonder, how many other people out there do we dismiss everyday when all we need is someone elses perspective to realize that they too are important, and the even just listening can make a difference.
"A man is the worlds urinal" ~One of my dads bungled lines, a sure sign of his advanced age.
"He's been like a father to me for 20 years or so." ~Opening line of my speech at his 50th birthday party last weekend.
Saturday, May 18, 2002
"He's the guy who runs the zamboni here, and collects the tentacles" ~The announcer at the Red Wings vs. Avalanche game after McCarty's hat trick and the subsequent octupus throwing.
Yea, so sausage anyone? I wish I could say that I was the sausage king, but that title belongs to John Maloney, who was crowned as such at the 2nd annual suasage party last night, presented by Asterik and X-factors, two acapella groups. I was the first runner up, and as such was awarded a two and a half foot long sausage with a retail value of over 15 dollars. The way this happened was that we put our names in for a raffle prior to the show, and then we were pulled out of a hat during intermission to be presented out prize. The funny part was that after I had gotten my prize and sat down, they started announcing that the sausage king and queen would get to have the first dance, and John said "I hope its not me" just a few seconds before they called his name. Brian, John and I seem tohave good luck at McCormick since last time we were all there for Mee-ow, Brian and John both had their lines picked out during blind line. Now all we need to do is go when something important is being raffled off.
Thursday, May 16, 2002
Ever seen your head seeming to float in three places at once? Yea, so thats what is going on in one of my pictures. Time seems to fly by when I am in the darkroom. It seems like no time, but then you realize the four hours have gone by and your legs are starting to hurt from standing the whole time, or slightly hunching over the enlarger. It's worth it though. I've learned a lot and not just about photography itself, but even on ways to just see the world and to get a better perspective on how things work together in some aspects. I definitely "think photographically" now, which was one of the goals put forth at the onset of the class. Everything I see (well a lot of things at least) I wonder how they would look, and what could be done to make something simple into something exciting or change it into something so abstract that noone knows what it is.
Tuesday, May 14, 2002
"He wears leisure suits all the time. He should be the ghost of Christmas seventies" ~Brian on the green faced red horn guy from Angel
Monday, May 13, 2002
Home. Busy. Midterm. Pictures. Get it?
Thursday, May 09, 2002
If you are already finished with school don't talk to me until June 15th. Or better yet, try August 20th when you have to go back, while I enjoy another month of summer. Can you tell that its after 3 am and I still have a lot of work left?
Wednesday, May 08, 2002
Happy birthday to my dad, even if I am a couple hours late on here. He celebrated the big 5-oh yestarday, and we are celebrating the even this weekend in New York, which means that I'll be home breifly this weekend, even if I don't know when I will be setting foot in my house cause I am going straight from the airport to New York and staying in a hotel there, and the party is Saturday. I don't know about where I will be Saturday night yet, but Sunday will find me on a plane back here to Evanston to get ready for another midterm on Monday.
Saturday, May 04, 2002
"Spiderman's a woman?"
"Yea, Tobey is a girls name"
~Conversation overheard on the opening night of Spiderman
Wednesday, May 01, 2002
Eric: "Does anyone have any colored pencils?"
Me: "Well, I have a gray one if you need it."