I tried my best to leave this all on your machine
Here we go again with another infrequent but lengthy installment of my life, LJ-cut for your convenience and sprinkled with hyperlinks for your amusement.
I promised to write of that week in Pittsburgh when I uploaded pictures to better explain it with, but upon actually looking at those pictures, I don't think many of them would actually help explain the week. Most of them are typical "Lea takes random pictures that won't mean anything to anyone else," like pictures of a clump of purple alyssum outside the CMoA, or a picture of the Cloud Factory. There's also a picture of that guy I met in the museum, but I doubt he'd appreciate an image of him (in a BOG PEOPLE shirt) being public domain. And, honestly, in retrospect, there's nothing to really say about the week other than the fact that I pretty much chilled out the whole time. I stayed in Geek House (it has its own logo!), thanks muchly to pfriedma and didn't wander far from Oakland or Squill. I briefly saw Germy, who was attending precollege. I helped make Indian food one night, and french toast another. I completely failed to get to the Mattress Factory. I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory which was amazing (even though I left my favorite teal hairstick in the theatre). I made more than my fair share of Red Franz and aqua gun jokes.
Immediately after returning to California (and I do mean "directly from the airport") I went to PEERS event, at which I met a cute redheaded girl that that did kung fu with mkehrt and Ed. I danced some, though I was a little out of my element since I was jetlagged and there were a few too many swing songs for my level of dancing incompetence. I talked to Kristine and, briefly, both Charleses.
I went to Google. I did odd jobs around the house for Mother. We had a tech party, at which I got to see pretty much everybody (except little Julia, who is in Taiwan for the month) and I saw Harold and Kumar. Though it was a perfectly fine movie, it was odd seeing something so far from what I normally watch, and I caught myself thinking such pretentious thoughts as "Oh, so this is what the so-called 'mainstream' is like?"
A few days later, my parents and I set out for LA, ostensibly to visit my brother and visit the Getty. The trip down was much less trying than I remember it, but it's probably just that the flights to and from Pittsburgh have building up my endurance to sitting still for long periods of time.
Several seconds after parking at the Getty, a woman approached me and began to question my unique attire. I replied that yes, I made it myself and that the dress and even the matching pillbox hat were indeed made of ties. Twenty-four of them, to be exact, all from the dollar store. She seemed fairly impressed, and told me to email her if I ever wanted a contact in Boston, so that was decently cool.
The Getty itself was fun, though less full of contemporary art than I tend to appreciate. I did like the illuminated manuscripts and the oil painting of "Mars Disarmed by Venus," with the guinea pigs in the foreground. Also, the tiny traveling exhibit about books was worth the walk.
My birthday was fabulous. It began with a trip to the delightfully obsessive-compulsive and drug-induced Museum of Jurassic Technology, where we saw Cort and his friend. Then, after a brief stop at the Venice High School flea market (at which I bought a ridiculous and vaguely pirate-y hat for $2), we went to delicious Venice Beach. I proceeded to fangirl-squee over the beachfront architecture. We wandered around and eventually found my brother and his friend Perfecto. Then we all (with the addition of my brother's lovely girlfriend) got noodles and fro yo. All in all, a day well spent.
Two nights ago, I made my parents watch Boondock Saints.
Yesterday I saw an exhibit of benches at Villa Montalvo. Three of them were pretty awesome. (If you haven't yet caught on, I have a thing for benches.)
Last night, most of the way through a project, I completely ran out of creativity. I ended up doing something vaguely deconstructivist and punk to get myself out of that mood, and it felt good.
This morning I toured the PAL Center with Nigi and Jazn. I must say, what with all the crazy amount of money that went into this thing, some of the construction is depressingly shoddy-- which is not to say that I wouldn't absolutely love to work a show in it.
I return to school next Wednesday.
I promised to write of that week in Pittsburgh when I uploaded pictures to better explain it with, but upon actually looking at those pictures, I don't think many of them would actually help explain the week. Most of them are typical "Lea takes random pictures that won't mean anything to anyone else," like pictures of a clump of purple alyssum outside the CMoA, or a picture of the Cloud Factory. There's also a picture of that guy I met in the museum, but I doubt he'd appreciate an image of him (in a BOG PEOPLE shirt) being public domain. And, honestly, in retrospect, there's nothing to really say about the week other than the fact that I pretty much chilled out the whole time. I stayed in Geek House (it has its own logo!), thanks muchly to pfriedma and didn't wander far from Oakland or Squill. I briefly saw Germy, who was attending precollege. I helped make Indian food one night, and french toast another. I completely failed to get to the Mattress Factory. I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory which was amazing (even though I left my favorite teal hairstick in the theatre). I made more than my fair share of Red Franz and aqua gun jokes.
Immediately after returning to California (and I do mean "directly from the airport") I went to PEERS event, at which I met a cute redheaded girl that that did kung fu with mkehrt and Ed. I danced some, though I was a little out of my element since I was jetlagged and there were a few too many swing songs for my level of dancing incompetence. I talked to Kristine and, briefly, both Charleses.
I went to Google. I did odd jobs around the house for Mother. We had a tech party, at which I got to see pretty much everybody (except little Julia, who is in Taiwan for the month) and I saw Harold and Kumar. Though it was a perfectly fine movie, it was odd seeing something so far from what I normally watch, and I caught myself thinking such pretentious thoughts as "Oh, so this is what the so-called 'mainstream' is like?"
A few days later, my parents and I set out for LA, ostensibly to visit my brother and visit the Getty. The trip down was much less trying than I remember it, but it's probably just that the flights to and from Pittsburgh have building up my endurance to sitting still for long periods of time.
Several seconds after parking at the Getty, a woman approached me and began to question my unique attire. I replied that yes, I made it myself and that the dress and even the matching pillbox hat were indeed made of ties. Twenty-four of them, to be exact, all from the dollar store. She seemed fairly impressed, and told me to email her if I ever wanted a contact in Boston, so that was decently cool.
The Getty itself was fun, though less full of contemporary art than I tend to appreciate. I did like the illuminated manuscripts and the oil painting of "Mars Disarmed by Venus," with the guinea pigs in the foreground. Also, the tiny traveling exhibit about books was worth the walk.
My birthday was fabulous. It began with a trip to the delightfully obsessive-compulsive and drug-induced Museum of Jurassic Technology, where we saw Cort and his friend. Then, after a brief stop at the Venice High School flea market (at which I bought a ridiculous and vaguely pirate-y hat for $2), we went to delicious Venice Beach. I proceeded to fangirl-squee over the beachfront architecture. We wandered around and eventually found my brother and his friend Perfecto. Then we all (with the addition of my brother's lovely girlfriend) got noodles and fro yo. All in all, a day well spent.
Two nights ago, I made my parents watch Boondock Saints.
Yesterday I saw an exhibit of benches at Villa Montalvo. Three of them were pretty awesome. (If you haven't yet caught on, I have a thing for benches.)
Last night, most of the way through a project, I completely ran out of creativity. I ended up doing something vaguely deconstructivist and punk to get myself out of that mood, and it felt good.
This morning I toured the PAL Center with Nigi and Jazn. I must say, what with all the crazy amount of money that went into this thing, some of the construction is depressingly shoddy-- which is not to say that I wouldn't absolutely love to work a show in it.
I return to school next Wednesday.