I See, Says the Blind Man to His Deaf Wife

So I'm on Second Life right now... but that's not very important. I was doing some photography on Second Life and posted the stuff I took on deviantart with my own avatar as the model .It was interesting. I wanted to try artistic nudes, and apparently they get a lot more views. I uploaded some new photos that I took for work.. but none of them have any views. That kinda sucks.

Honestly the following story is kind of my own fault, because I didn't carefully read the e-mail saying I have to tell Rian ahead of time that I want to report on the summer media workshop, because she said she wouldn't give me the location until then. Why someone would intentionally leave out the location where they were meeting to make the reporters life more difficult, I don't know. It just happened that way for some reason.

Today was kind of a crappy but also kind of a good day. At work things were a bit stressful because I wanted to report on this summer media workshop for teens that's going on this week and next. However, there was one teeny problem. We didn't know where the workshop was meeting that day. We called: the high school office, the cinema studies department, the art department, the Apollo movie theater(main number and office number), and Mudd library. No luck.

The lady in Mudd said that she would check the Media Lab. She did but she said nobody was there. So after all this effort I realize my friend Aries actually knew where it might be because she's friends with Ma'ayan who happened to be one of the camp counselors for the workshop. However, Ma'ayan didn't respond to a text or phone call from Aries but Aries said she thought it might be in FAVA.

So I told my boss I would go to FAVA (or she told me to, whatevs) . FAVA is a 20 minutes walk from work. I got to FAVA and the person there got a pamphlet for the workshop that said Langston Middle School on it. I went to Langston Middle School (a 5-10 minute walk).

It started raining. I walked through all three levels of Langston Middle School. Nobody there. People outside said they didn't think it was here. I was going to walk back to work, but then I decided to stop at Rice and then King to see if my Computer Science professor was there (another 10 minute walk).

He was, and we talked about my animation and he will hopefully have it rendered before I leave for the month. Then I decided to ask him if he knew where the location was and lo and behold, his daughter was in the workshop. Soooo he told me it was in Warner. I went to Warner. There was a "Summer Music Festival" going on. Great.

By the way, I was wearing sandals with no support this whole time. I go to the other Warner building. Walk up some more stairs. Nobody there. Exhausted, I go back to King. Now my professor is gone. I go back down. Probably another 10 minutes lost by then.

I was just about to go back to the office in resignation, but then at the last second I see one of the professors for the workshop and ask him where the stupid workshop is going on. He says its in Mudd. I wanted to shoot a baby sheep. In bloody, meaningless glory. It was in Mudd the whole time!?!?!? WHAAAT?!?! The media lab was on the fucking fourth floor. Needless to say, I took the elevator.

This was where things got awkward. I saw a group of students working on a video. Some of them looked like college students. I waited for them to finish talking and then asked if they would mind if I sat in and observed since I was reporting. Then I realized they were all high school students. Fail. I felt like a moron.

After listening to them for a while I went downstairs and outside and Ma'ayan found me and was like "omg there you are" and I was like "yeah.." and she explained to me more of what was going on which helped. I felt like I was giving off an impression that I wasn't happy or something. I hate it when that happens because then I seem like a douchebag. Really I was just tired and my feet ached.

When all my reporting I had to walk back to the office (another 10 minutes). I called my boyfriend and we had a dumb argument for like 50 minutes. By that point I was like.. sweaty, disgusting, exhausted, the heels of my shoes were peeling off. I just wanted water and cold air.

So I go in and talk to my boss. Basically the first thing she tells me is.. "btw, the president wants this article to be totally awesome. He is invested in it and thinks its really important. no pressure." At that point I kind of felt like melting into the carpet. At least there was only like 30 minutes left to my workday.

So I finished what I had left to do (resizing some pictures) and then my friends at work were like "we should go eat out" and so we went to the restaurant that my apartment is literally right above. We probably stayed there for at least 2 hours. Arguing about whether our fortunes in the fortune cookies are predetermined and if they are ours once we read them or once we choose them.

We also talked about anime and manga and acid trips (in that context). Joseph and Alyssa had a long conversation about.. something.. that I had trouble understanding. I think Alyssa was trying to get Joseph to understand sociology or something but it was rather difficult because he always takes the argument to a way more fundamental/philosophical level than what the argument originally was.

Stephen's fortune cookie said that it was sleeping.

We also talked about how we all pronounce things differently. Oh, and how the word Jimmy can be put in any context and mean something different. "I have to go to the Jimmy (bathroom). "Wow, that was a Jimmy!" or "We get so many Jimmy's these days." Can all be somehow understood as making sense. Oh yeah, I really wanted Joseph's eggroll. I kind of freaked out when they brought it and I nommed it.

I want to talk about this stuff in more detail, but my brain is so fried. I'm nervous about this article I have to write.. but... it will be okay.. I hope. O_O.