What I left in Berkeley Part 3

Bob working on something bike related in the kitchen

Brunch

On Sunday, I went to brunch with Molly, her mom, and Cos, and their friends. The waitress was really cool and all their friends knew her, and had inside jokes with her. I guess they've been coming to brunch for a long time.

Going to visit Cos was really nice, and now I miss him. So it goes.

Vacation in Vermont, we have heterosexuals

Sunset from a week or two ago:

In south station, in boston massachussets, there are advertisements for vacationing in vermont. There are street sign style pictures of people hiking, canoeing, and then this. Come to vermont, and hold hands! We know you miss holding hands.

Apparently in vermont, heterosexuality (or maybe just holding hands) is a sport.

My teacher is adorable

She gave us a pdf of a textbook. I assume it was a textbook that she studied from. I like that there are flowers in the margins.

belly button of the T

I forget what stop this was. But, without a doubt, it was the belly button. The station had an inny-outy. Inside you see this clock, and the same clock is outside, like it pops up as we leave to watch us go. What kind of belly button watches you? It's a creeper, if you ask me.



It rained today. I love the rain.

Friday: Walking to the bus in New York

I went to New York with some friends last night, on my way to catch the china town bus to Massachusetts for the weekend. They just happened to be planning to take the metro north at the same time as me, and happened to be taking the 6 too. These pictures we taken after we parted ways.




I kept my eyes peeled for a Chinese bakery, so I could get a bun of sorts, and I found this place. It was pretty and well decorated, and had a huge music box playing, instead of the radio or a CD.




I like the way exposure and light interact at night. Its like painting.


I thought this was kind of pretty. It was right next to my bus stop.


This was in the window. Sparkley and christmassy like most of Chinatown.

My walk to the Music Building this morning

As I was walking to class this morning I decided to invent a short cut. It took me behind the building below.


It led to a weird little path. I wasent sure the path was going anywhere I wanted it too. Sometimes there are obsticles. The other day I bruised myself trying to jump a superflous chain link fence. It had no reason to be there! A classmate let me in through the window instead.


It took me behind the Art building. Wonderful! I love the art building, it is so fun to explore!


Behind the president's house I found a little stone arch and gate. "I wonder what is that direction."


This is the presidents house (I think- in any case it was where I was). The place is huge!


I forgot to put in the photo of my faviorate place on this walk! I am too tired and hungry to bother.



As you can see, this meandering walk too me just where I needed to be.







The music building is beautiful. I can't get over it.

What I left in Berkeley Part 2

Barbara (my fake-mother, and otherwise house-mate) fosters kittens. Usually I mostly ignore them, but right before I left I decided to give this batch a lot of cuddling. I think I was getting sentimental.



Emily has a lot of odd junk in her room. When it is not lying around her room, its in her hair. Some of it is photogenic, and I enjoy that. There is something charming about what we don't understand.



Pictured above are some doll arms that were gifted to her: just the arms, mind you, not the whole doll. Also, there are two glass pieces: The glass on the right I just found her holding one day, the pipe (on the left) took a lot of cleaning before it didn't look or smell like pot. It is broken, pretty much stopping where the picture stops. I actually found that one. The blue marbley things are from Wilson and the are squishy "Eco soil," these odd silicone things that absorb water.



Also quite recently, a day or two before I left, I realized Emily and the morning light were getting along like age old lovers and I couldn't help but take a billion pictures. After so many pictures, it's as if the camera stops existing, and I am able to capture what I am really looking for. In this case, it is the playfulness that Em and I exchange.



And lastly, my love, asleep in my room. He was so beautiful there, and so hard to capture. I took some blurry close ups at a few points during that night, the night I stayed up all night packing before my morning flight to here. I packed while he just slept there, through the harsh light, and all my noise and occasionally having to shift him around.

I often associate him with the cold fresh air from those two windows, and this picture brings me some very comforting tactile memory. I can feel the breeze, and that wool blanket against my neck.

What I left in Berkeley Part 1

Another New Friend

After I catch up on all the photos I've wanted to post since I got to New York, I should be posting daily.

I saw this guy sitting up in a tree yesterday:

Friends

I've been at Sarah Lawrence College for a few weeks, and found these two little guys in the basement of the library. I wonder how long they've been conversing, and whether they've noticed me.

Not including my two dimensional comrades, I've been making many friends here. A couple people have expressed confusion or admiration for the ease with which people become my friends. I'm not sure why this happens, but it does seem to be the case.