Sunday, September 11, 2011

First Week in Praha

Ahoj! (Pronounced "Ahoy" and means "Hi")

I've made a goal for myself to post every week that I'm here, hopefully that will happen!

I got here on Saturday, September 3rd, and met the other 13 people in my group. All are girls except one and we get along famously, even with Joe, the boy.
 

When we first got here we walked around the cobblestone streets looking at the quaint architecture. It was really hot, but we went down a huge flight of stairs anyway. This, of course, necessitated a pub stop because in Prague "beer is water."

[Claire, from NY; Danielle/Dani, from NJ; Morgan, from Delaware but going to college in Chicago]

There was a very pretty view from where we were sitting as well.
[Yep, I'm actually in Prague!!]

Now I'm not going to give you a play-by-play narrative of the entire week, but some highlights are in order of course. 

The metro is a unique experience. You go down a steep set of escalators where the posters are hanging at an angle to match the architecture. It makes me a tad dizzy.


[This is where the metro drives up. Each station had a different design.]

On the metro, everyone is very quiet. This is the number one place to go if you want to feel like a rude American. It's hard for us not to talk the whole time, and sometimes old women glare at us. Unfortunately this just makes the experience funnier. We're getting better though. Most of the time we at least talk quietly.

On the first day we broke up into groups of four and went on a "scavenger hunt." Everyone in my group was bad at directions. Naturally, we started out the hunt by walking back and forth on a long, hot street. We kept changing our mind about what the right direction was. By the time we found this cool monastery with a massive library, we were not in the mood for a tour. We passed the next place, a tiny gallery, with the same overheated attitude and stopped to get iced coffee near the street you see above. Iced coffee is not common here, but we found it in the touristy area. ;)

Anyway, our next stop was the Perin Tower, Prague's version of the Eiffel or something. It was on top of a huge hill. Needless to say, we were sweaty and red-faced at the end of it... which was long overdue by the time we arrived at the top. 

[This picture of a staircase does not illustrate how long, hot & hard it was. That's what she said.]

 [View from almost the top]

It was a neat tower, and Natalie even got to use her Spanish skills on a tourist, but we were absolutely exhausted.

[Later, the four of us--Natalie, Naomi, me and Lee-- scowled at the tower from Old Town.]

Another night, we went to a concert in a coffee shop. It's funny because they also sell some beer and wine which is different from coffee shops in the US. I don't know what the band was called and they only spoke in Czech (except the line of one song "You may be Juliet but I'm not Romeo!" which we Americans got excited about), but the music was really good. It was a nice combination of modern and traditional.


Again, everyone in the concert was very quiet, even between songs, but we were good this time. 

At this same coffee house, we also had a sort of getting-to-know each other class on the first day, and during a break I took these pictures nearby.



I'm not sure about the name of either of these things, but the park was pretty and I loved the fountain. If you don't understand how cool the fountain is, just know that it looks better in person and is different from every angle. 

Anyway, I hope you like architecture pictures like this, because there are more ahead. We went to Old Town (the center of Prague and oldest part of the city, with a lot of Baroque architecture and other things) on a very rainy day. 




[One of those lucky spots that everyone is supposed to touch, don't ya know. That's Aiden, by the way.]

I close on this note: Comic Sans is everywhere.


So you will hear from me next week and maybe sooner if I have something short to say!

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

100

This is my one hundredth post! Now, drop the urge to start lecturing me on how this-would-have-happened-a-long-time-ago-if-you'd-just-apply-yourself-and-spend-more-time-on-the-internet-and-less-studying, and just enjoy it!

My initial idea was to do ten top tens of images from my blog's past, but that seemed too... predictable. Instead I will do eight top somethings. Well, maybe I will split that into two posts so you don't get bored.

Without further ado...

The Top 7 Best Winks

7. Winks are just plain nerdy when you are reading.


 That book was about art history too, I think that makes it even worse.

6. Accidental wink


So kill me, it was really sunny out!

5. The stray bang wink


May I deem the stray chunk from my bangs a "bang"? I do this a lot. And for all my (someday?) international readers, I'm talking about "fringe."

4. The wink that arises when you can't smile (REENACTMENT)


Damn, that's sexy.

3. Winking with GUNS


And horns for that matter. This is a pretty quality wink. As you can see, folks, the man has committed his entire body to the wink, even if he is a tad crazy about Christmas.

2. Winking with headgear


Wow, Brian, another classic move. When my photography teacher saw this one, he said it was one of his favorites because you looked so "coy." 

Drumroll... (yes, of course there is going to be a drumroll before every one! And I want to see you slapping your knees before you read them.)
1. My specialty: unflattering winks


Read 'em and weep! No wink can top this one in jankiness!

What's next? I suppose, since this is an omellette related blog and all, we should go with:

The Top 4 Eggs

 4. Classic egg(s)


 Aww, this is from one of my first posts, that's why it's so itty-bitty. And what a gorgeous picture of those white domes, courtesy the artist.

3. Decorative egg


In Middle School we had "Exploratory Day" and I signed up for a class on how to make these decorative eggs. It is a complex process involving crayons and knowing which color is darkest. Needless to say, I did not make this particular egg.

2. Not sure why my family owns this egg nicknack.



Don't you wish nicknack was spelled knicknack?

Drumroll...
1. The most eggciting egg. (What did you eggspect in an egg countdown?)


Delicious.

Okay, so maybe I was a little desperate when choosing these countdowns. I was trying to be creative or something! You know, out of the box...
But that leads to my next countdown of course. 'Twas a planned insecure rambling.

The Top 9 Faces of Desperation 

 9. Apparent unibrow desperation


Otherwise known as very little chin desperation.

8. Costume desperation


In the next few minutes you will find that this particular type of desperation is widespread among animals, human-animals, and human-foods alike. Costumes just aren't as fun as one would think.

7. Costume desperation is real, everyone!


It was very cold, I had nothing else to wear.

6. Indecisive desperation


  After all, what's a wee girl like myself standing in front of an eagle picture supposed to do?

5. I'm too old for this desperation


Not even dalmatians could cheer me up at this party.

4. An extraordinary case of costume desperation


3. Clenched neck desperation


2. Zoomed in desperation


The bulging eye is what brings this face up to number two. It's not your typical bulging eye but a prime example where the eye we see to our right bulges just a bit more than the left. Actors: study this.

Drumroll...
1. You're taking another picture? desperation and outdated glasses desperation


This one is an instant classic. I think the jumper makes it all the more successful. Winner! Mom, I would totally link to your blog right now if you had one.

I know you are all anxious for one more countdown. Put on your reading glasses for this next one. There will be some fine print, if you know what I mean.

The Top 10 Glasses

First eggs and now glasses?! I know, right? That's just how it is around here, the party never ever stops.

10. Harry Potter, beloved


Hoodwinked again! I know you all thought I would put Harry at number one, but as the first movie is not very good, you were WRONG.

Suckers.

9. Anthropology professor glasses


Not bad, Harley, not bad.

8. Reflective glasses worn by sweaty people


This blurry, shiny, unflattering thing was taken on a rickshaw in India. How can it not be number 8?

7. Smart glasses


Without these extra large peepers, I'd be nothing next to the wise owl. Instead, I stare him down like it's nothing! And for 19.95, these brilliant-makers can be yours too.

6. Justine glasses


Justine eating quesadilas beats most glasses pictures.

5. Creative glasses


Doesn't the phrase "turn that frown upside down" mean anything these days? Artists: study this, you are expected to dress up for gallery openings.

4. Puns


It's just juice, stop freaking out.

3. Anime glasses


... in the cornfield!

2. Really hip glasses




I will also accept "cool" and "rad."


1. Cutest glasses-wearer ever (sorry, Brian)


There's more where this came from! So I hope you liked it! Comment? Follow? Plus one? (Whatever that is.)

Sunday, June 12, 2011

In Case You Didn't Know

[Prague, Czech Republic]
I'm going here! All of fall semester. Yahooo! Damn it, because of a certain website that sounded like advertising and it was supposed to sound like joy.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Turtle/Dove

My sad, sad absence from the blog world is finally over!

I am working with Bethel's gallery again this summer. An artist named Sandra Ceas showed there. She makes these little porcelain Blessing Doves that she prays over and leaves all around the world as unexpected gifts for people. No note is left or anything, just a smooth white dove.

I got to leave one, so I went to a bridge near where I grew up in St. Michael.


My thoughts were that maybe a child who played by there now would find it, because I totally played there. When you live in a suburb, small bridges are exciting.

I shoved the dove above my tire with love... just kidding... I put the dove and my camera into my bike basket and biked back and forth suspiciously until people left so I could put the dove there without anyone seeing.

It is supposed to be a surprise, after all.

There was no question in those stroller-pushers' minds... These packages were holding drugs.

Eventually, the people walked past and I put the little guy by the bridge. 




On the way home I found ANOTHER baby turtle! Just a little quarter's worth of a turtle! 

I decided to "rescue" him by leading him closer to a little stream. Turtles want water, right? Right? So I delicately placed him in my basket and cranked the pedals as slowly as I could while still keeping the bike straight. I was amazed at my brilliance, until the little guy tried to jump out of the basket. This was bad, I thought, as I poked him away from his unintended suicide. This light poke made the basket fall off the bike! Lucky my turtle had a shell. I walked him to the stream area, after scarring him forever, I'm sure. 

The unknowing victim.

Hope to see you more often this summer :).

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Pointy Frost and Procrastination

Today was a pretty gray day. Sometimes gray days are pretty, sometimes they are horrendous. I think it has to do with the temperature. A warm(ish) gray day is peaceful, cool, and laid back, whereas a cold (or freezing) gray day is bleak, endless and windy. (I just had an urge to add a citation to that sentence, proof I've been spending too long on this paper!)

[Box elder trees: not as horrible in the winter.]

Anyway, I noticed the frost this morning looked like tiny little spikes or icy fur.

[foreshadowing? I was working with dogs after all.]

The strange crystals made the chain link fence look more dangerous, yet more soft. 

[I'm in love with those brown grass patches.]

However, my day was not as exciting as it may sound. (I know you think pointy frost sounds better than any party, winning game or concert.) 

After working with some rambunctious dogs, I went home to try and complete a paper. I didn't get very far (one paragraph) before I decided to blog.

Some people were doing more exciting things today WHICH REALLY TICKS ME OFF.

[a probably awesome piece of art in Chicago, sent from an undisclosed phone]

Ah, but now we must part. I will leave you with a forgotten picture from my home computer: the creepiest Ice Cream van I ever purchased a cold dessert from.


Wednesday, March 9, 2011

What a Pleasant Surprise

A few weeks ago I found a piece of art in the halls that I had never noticed before. It's a lovely still life painting that reminds me of Cezanne.


It's called Round Table and it was painted by George Robinson, who I believe helped found the art department here. Also, it's 51 years old! My gosh, 1960 it was painted. The textures and colors are still gorgeous today.

It's in a weird little corner at Bethel, back by the philosophy department offices, where they have a wooden sign that says "Philosophers' Corner."