day two hundred fifty-one.

hi.
hello.
good day to you.

(scenes from an early autumn weekend)

all hail the campus trash king.

pandemic.

not fix a broken window, apparently (only frat houses ask the big questions).

sunday night dinner: jazzing up an instant noodle bowl with broccoli and garlic.

i won an art mart gift certificate for being a facebook ninja. i used it to buy a tiny strainer yesterday for all of my unrinsed quinoa.

day two hundred twenty-eight.

at gslis

law-abiding printer

our bathrooms are dramatic.


and out in the world:

mmmm, sandy

in chicagoland for the daytime hours, as there is an engagement to celebrate, food to eat, and family to see.

day two hundred twenty-six.

the dorms are moving in today, so i am maintaining my distance from green st. and campus until much later.

but i did get a nice walk in yesterday afternoon, updating myself on current construction projects and the status of sorority recruitment (i didn't miss it guys, DON'T WORRY).

(sorry jj)

and a tiny graffiti post:

ladies room, undergraduate library

periphery of champaign public, before and after dark

day two hundred three.

this is what the ladies room looks like when you work in transportation

and this is what is slid under your door when some interns have too much time/don't understand how to deal with problems:

golly, i just feel so oppressed living in this fancy new building, with free shuttles to the grocery store and metro, and a washer/dryer INSIDE the apartment, but i'm so afraid to "rock the boat" while i live here temporarily and there is nothing to punish me with.

i understand a certain amount of frustration if things aren't working in one's apartment, but there are better ways to go about this.
the only thing being overpaid for are these photocopies.

day one hundred sixty-two.

capitol hill books


"fiction upstairs, non-fiction downstairs, with many exceptions"

greatest signage ever.

day one hundred sixty.

my saturday, in pictures



95 and sweaty

dupont circle for the world cup

man being heckled down from a tree

katrine and i couldn't see anything, so we found a semi-shaded bench, drank iced tea, and watched the crowd reactions.

i call him "latchie"

soccer patriots

we visited a bookstore after the game
this is for my cataloging folk:

space mountain

target does not tolerate the presence of female heads in the bathroom

back to work tomorrow, but i will have more fun things from today to post of my trip to eastern market with katrine.

day one hundred fifty-three.

after intern orientation and buying a transit pass (from which i learned that you can be arrested for eating or drinking liquids on the metro), i did some exploring on the mall.

welcome


botanical gardens

my fellow intern and i were taking pictures outside and a lady asked us why we were so dressed up (tourists don't wear suits).

they get them from the hammock district (that's on 3rd)


next stop: swordsville

(national museum of the american indian)

at this point, i was too tired to be educated any further, and walked home (weather = unbelievably nice for today only. like, assemble a picnic in the park with no humidity nice).
the real work starts tomorrow. business socks, laid out.