Never mind the robins and the Punxsutawney predictions—today I got my first real sign that spring is on its way!
Why is there a baseball in the middle of the MKT underpass? I don’t know for sure, but I think I have a good idea.
It fell from the heavens as a sign to us all that spring—and baseball season!—is coming. I can’t wait. (-:
Tonight is the night of the Oscars telecast.
I admit I wasn’t as jazzed up about watching it this year as I have been in the past, but I still enjoy the show (mostly because I love montages, and the Oscars are full of them!).
I had been watching for about an hour and a half when my cable signal went dead, along with all of those in the apartment complex where I live.
This might be a sign that I should be doing more coding work and less TV watching. I like to think I was doing a good job balancing the two, though.
Some photographs answer questions. Others raise them.
For those not in the J-School, these photos were both taken in the bathroom on the first floor of RJI. In the same stall, actually. There are so many questions arising from the photos (I mean this unsarcastically) that I had to take and share them.
I should note that the presence of the urinal here is actually the least puzzling of all. I’m assuming it’s part of the Mizzou initiative to provide for its transgender population, since RJI was completed approximately around the time this motion was approved. (I could be wrong, though, so don’t hold me to that).
But why is there a coffee cup in the stall in the first place? Why are there TWO? They’re not even from the same establishment—one has a black lid and one has a white lid; one has a hand protector (what are those cardboard things called?), and one doesn’t. And who brings coffee (or tea) into the restroom with them, anyway? I suppose maybe I could understand this if you were in an airport or something, because I wouldn’t want to leave my drink unattended in a public place. But people leave stuff out all the time in RJI. Besides that, why would you leave the cup behind? If it is in fact empty, why couldn’t itsimply have been thrown in the trash? I just don’t get it.
I guess some things are beyond my ken.
(note: Yes, the cup is out of focus in the second image. I am duly ashamed for not seeing this when I took it and thus for not correcting the error. But I had to post it anyway).
I said yesterday that I was singlehandedly keeping Columbia recycling in business—today just solidified this. I printed off 500+ PDF files of newspaper pages, all of which will be unceremoniously placed into a blue bin somewhere on campus in about a month.
Then I went to the library and found MORE books for my lit review. Oh gosh.
Fortunately, tonight is Top Ten Wines night! I haven’t gone in a few weeks due to the Olympics (figure skating, naturally); I had missed the fun times of ping pong and sangria with the J-Schoolers.
As always, I had to make these black and white due to excessive graininess due to my camera not being able to go above 800ISO and my lens not being able to open past f/3.5.
GRAIN
Dance parties breaking out, photogs documenting, epic matches of ping pong…it’s all too much to keep track of.
Here’s my robot-brace! My mom’s been asking me to take a photo of it for a while.
If you have to have a brace on your leg, this is the way to go (even if it does slip down sometimes, as seen in this picture. That midsection circle is supposed to be lined up exactly with my knee). Not only is it futuristic and twenty-first-century-looking, it also coordinates with every single item of clothing I own, and, more importantly, hinges at the knee, which is fantastic. Joint mobility (mobility in general, actually) is truly a wonderful thing; I’m very much looking forward to a couple weeks from now, when I should get my full range of motion back.
It’s hard to believe I’ve been wearing the brace for more than a month now—you can’t tell from the picture, but it’s held up remarkably well to daily wear-and-tear, and looks almost new. Somehow I thought I’d have completely destroyed it by now, just by virtue of subjecting it to rainy winter weather all the time (more proof of its robot powers).
March 15!
I tried so hard. I really did. I tried all semester to be a normal person and work on my thesis during normal hours, and especially to sleep during normal hours. I went to bed at or before midnight, I woke up at 8:30 or 9, I tried to work during the day, and I stopped work at night when the Olympics came on. Lather, rinse, repeat. I didn’t tap into the reserve of Coke Zeros I have in my pantry, I didn’t take afternoon naps, and I haven’t had a sip of coffee all semester, because I knew any of these had immense potential to mess up my new sleep cycle.
I tried and tried, and I’m now giving up. I surrender. I do my best work late at night (um, early in the morning?), and there doesn’t seem to be any way around it.
So here we go—bring on the Coke Zero (and the seltzer, so I can also hydrate in a less caffeinated way):
Singlehandedly keeping Columbia recycling in business.
I am spending a lot of time in libraries these days.
Well, I did take photos today, but I decided I liked an image I took Saturday (during my marathon True/False run) better. I didn’t post it Saturday because it didn’t fit with that day’s theme.
I was thrilled when Yogoluv opened up downtown; with all due respect to Sparky’s, I tend to prefer frozen yogurt over ice cream…and I especially like being able to add my own toppings. Yum.
Detail from Grant Elementary:
I spent my Saturday watching four movies at the True/False Festival. Not too shabby.
An audience member asks former Walt Disney Co. president Peter Schneider a question after the screening of “Waking Sleeping Beauty.” Schneider was the film’s producer as well as one of its subjects.
Messing with camera settings before the showing of “Kick in Iran.”
All 1,200 seats in the Missouri Theater were filled for a 5:30 presentation of “Colony.” Bramble, a group based out of Salt Lake City, provided the pre-movie entertainment.
The director of the Secret Screening Orange movie speaks during his Q&A session (I don’t think I can be more detailed about it—it IS secret, after all).