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...you think I'm joking? Try me.
...you think I'm joking? Try me.
Great Midwestern Car Ride, Day 4
Jul. 29th, 2002 10:09 pmCurrent location: suburbs of Chicago, Illinois.
U Chicago is a lot nicer from the inside. Once you're actually on campus, you feel completely separated from the less-than-wonderful neighborhood. So. Much better. Also, many random connections. The nice interviewer lady didn't ask me anything too bizarre, for which I am grateful.
Art Institute of Chicago has a great Chinese/Japanese/Korean art section. Small, but loverly. They also have a huge collection of Impressionists (paintings, not the artists -- heh, I'm envisioning a room full of dead artists entombed in glass cases... "And over here we have the lovely Monet, decomposing nicely as you can see..." Okay, I have a weird imagination). But. My interest in Impressionists is limited to Seurat and Monet. So it goes.
It's amazing how little I managed to accomplish in one day. Except eat. Vacations = too much food. Argh, and I can't download
msallegro's new .wav files until I get back home. Bah.
U Chicago is a lot nicer from the inside. Once you're actually on campus, you feel completely separated from the less-than-wonderful neighborhood. So. Much better. Also, many random connections. The nice interviewer lady didn't ask me anything too bizarre, for which I am grateful.
Art Institute of Chicago has a great Chinese/Japanese/Korean art section. Small, but loverly. They also have a huge collection of Impressionists (paintings, not the artists -- heh, I'm envisioning a room full of dead artists entombed in glass cases... "And over here we have the lovely Monet, decomposing nicely as you can see..." Okay, I have a weird imagination). But. My interest in Impressionists is limited to Seurat and Monet. So it goes.
It's amazing how little I managed to accomplish in one day. Except eat. Vacations = too much food. Argh, and I can't download
Great Midwestern Car Ride, Day 3
Jul. 28th, 2002 10:09 pmCurrent location: suburbs of Chicago, Illinois.
This morning I was introduced to about five trillion relatives I've a) never met before in my life and b) will likely never meet again. Blech. It wouldn't have been so bad if it was about tewnty degrees cooler. Also, one of the great disappointments of life is to be introduced to a fucking gorgeous guy, and then learn that he's your third-cousin. Bah. Fecking relatives.
Six hours of car riding. Not too bad. But I'm worried about what happens when I run out of CDs.
The University of Chicago is NOT in a pretty neighborhood. Nor is it really in Chicago (more on the outskirts). I am very disappointed. Northwestern, however, is in a fucking gorgeous neighborhood. But, alas, also not really IN in Chicago. On the bonus side, it has humongous fish. These fish could swallow ducks whole. I wonder if accidents like that ever happen. "Sorry, Mr. Duck, I thought you were a loaf of bread..." Right, that's my cue to stop thinking.
Somehow managed not to mention LotR even once all day. ...Oops. Well, I can't work on the Fic From Hell (TM), because we're staying at my parents' friend's house, and the computer is in her bedroom, and I don't want to give the poor lady a heart attack. Or be forced to answer any questions about RPS. So it goes. I'm thinking about the fic, though. Thinking about how I'm NEVER gonna get through this supposed smut scene...
This morning I was introduced to about five trillion relatives I've a) never met before in my life and b) will likely never meet again. Blech. It wouldn't have been so bad if it was about tewnty degrees cooler. Also, one of the great disappointments of life is to be introduced to a fucking gorgeous guy, and then learn that he's your third-cousin. Bah. Fecking relatives.
Six hours of car riding. Not too bad. But I'm worried about what happens when I run out of CDs.
The University of Chicago is NOT in a pretty neighborhood. Nor is it really in Chicago (more on the outskirts). I am very disappointed. Northwestern, however, is in a fucking gorgeous neighborhood. But, alas, also not really IN in Chicago. On the bonus side, it has humongous fish. These fish could swallow ducks whole. I wonder if accidents like that ever happen. "Sorry, Mr. Duck, I thought you were a loaf of bread..." Right, that's my cue to stop thinking.
Somehow managed not to mention LotR even once all day. ...Oops. Well, I can't work on the Fic From Hell (TM), because we're staying at my parents' friend's house, and the computer is in her bedroom, and I don't want to give the poor lady a heart attack. Or be forced to answer any questions about RPS. So it goes. I'm thinking about the fic, though. Thinking about how I'm NEVER gonna get through this supposed smut scene...