I was five years old when I first visited the Philadelphia Museum of Art.  (way back in 1995).  I remember climbing up hundreds of steps super slowly and then suddenly being surrounded by hundreds of crazy people on roller blades.  My mother was rather nervous about the situation. I remember wondering why they picked this location.  After that day my mother always brought us in the back entrance to the museum, so we wouldn’t be hit by an out-of-control blader.

maybe this is still a popular activity?

I was at the art museum for an Art of India assignment.  I was forced to cross the street and go to the Perelman building to check out a great exhibit on Kantha (embroidered quilts from bengal).  It is a charming but small building that is often neglected by the average museum visitor.  Probably worth a visit if you have mythical free time.

a favorite christmas decoration in my household.   This was a craft project way way back when.

the first half of the senior project personal pitches occured last week.  My procrastination in the previous step put me near the top of the presentation list.  This is an image from my slideshow.

already the teams seem to be making themselves.  you have the 3d games (who want to remake bioshock), the flash/interactivity developers, the music project, and maybe an animation?  fun.

rops/ptc/prman and other headaches

i’m going to change this blog into images of mistakes i’ve made (in digm)

I needed to do some doodling… so i decided to leave the labs.  I was planning to sit in starbucks… but on my way there i saw lots of penn students… so i went to wawa bought a coffee then settled in the empty Drexel quad.

it was a pretty good experience.  the fountain masks all other urban noises… and since its drexel… and summer break there was no one there to bother me… except two mcdonald’s employees on segways.

they handed me a coupon booklet full of great deals like this one:  “Buy one get one free Large Sandwich”  or “20-pc chicken McNuggets only $3.49″  Next time we go to mcdonalds for dinner… its my treat.

like my plants?  and the curtain i made?  My mother says it looks like The Gates by Christo and Jeanne-Claude

I figured i should end my last day at blue like my first,  with a blog post.  i’m feeling slightly nostalgic and that seems highly inappropriate.

I wish that i could say i learned some life lessons, or have matured a lot over the past six months.  But i feel that i am exactly as i was six months ago.  My thoughts, concerns, and actions seem identical.  I’m still scared of the real world and scared that i am not creative enough.

in brighter news, i’ve got an awesome project to work on for the next few weeks.  And i’m totally pumped.