The TechHell weekend went by decently. The first show (the semi-professional one) was horrendously adorable. My job for run crew involved keeping a shotgun mic pointed at small children speaking in Russian, which is actually harder than it sounds. I got to work again with the young'un techs; that was pleasant. The other show was mostly ad- ( Read more... )

I've been doing small, gratuitously simple projects. These involve either materials I could work with in my sleep (clay, wire, fabric), or new processes with instructions right on the package (fabric dye). In an effort to re-train myself in Good Habits, and as a result of my furor over commercially bought skirts, I made a skirt which (while ( Read more... )

Today, I walked to both post offices within sane walking distances of my house, after having been to one of them earlier in the day. I feel like I have gotten more than my daily allotment of post office. On my way to the farther one, I brought a CD player and listened to the super-awesome mix CD that a super-awesome KGB-er made for me. Right as ( Read more... )

I saw School of Rock, because it was free and I had nothing better to do. It was fairly excellent, and involved a man that reminded me of Chuck teaching a bunch of 9-to-17-year-olds how to be rock stars. His teaching method seemed to involve a lot of screaming and insults, but he got results. Aside from reminding me of Dee (my favorite ( Read more... )

Back from the place with the politics. There were a lot of musea, especially of the glorious art kind.
We hit up the [National] Museum of American History. My dad started talking to one of the docents, and we ended up getting to see a closed-off exhibit. We also visited the [National] Air and Space Museum, which contained not only ( Read more... )

Today I had noodles and supermarket dim sum. Two nights ago I saw Meg's play, which contained the most amazing scene change involving power tools ever. Also, I saw a really awesome design exhibit.

I reinternalized that California stereotypes are perhaps slightly just. The night denizens of the only place open after ten are frightening: reverse ( Read more... )

My first year of architecture is officially over, and lately it's been more or less good times and smooth sailing. When I say "more" I am referring to Rita's frozen custard, and the company in which it was consumed, and when I say "less" I am referring to the unfortunate fall of Creidieki-san. The days have been filled with pierogie, lazing ( Read more... )

Today I completely cleaned my room-- laundry, shelves, jewelry and all. I even cleaned Mudge's bowl. So, in the spirit of Things I've Been Meaning To Get Around To For A While, here's a livejournal update.

I've seen too many movies (and too few plays, though Chanson Noire du Canari was good fun) since last posting to describe them all. Among ( Read more... )

It's been a week. I'm back at school and back to sleep deprivation. My actual schedule does not inspire fear, but Studio work is as prevalent and mystifying as ever. Luckily, the first project involves benches, and as anyone who knows me has probably observed, I love furniture. Also, I've made some non-architecture things, such as 11:45 !fanart ( Read more... )

Striking 12 was every bit as good as I expected. Other than the fact that the keyboardist reminded me of John Byrd, there is nothing I can say about it that hasn't already been said.
It was a New Year kind of play, which brings me to my next point. ( Herein lies a rant about culture, or lack thereof )