No, actually, I have not forgotten about Project 22. It’s just been busy the last few weeks and I’ve only just gotten together quite a few make-up photos for days that went past without appropriate photographic records. It’s shameful, I know. In any case, here they all are, starting with… Continue reading ‘Project 22 - 17 January - 8 February 2008′
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This bunch of photos takes me up through the day before I drove to NC (i.e. yesterday). Continue reading ‘Project 22 - 12 - 18 December’
I went off on holiday and fell well behind on my duties. Haven’t gotten much better upon my return, but I’ll use the excuse that this was the final week of classes. Ah, excuses. Continue reading ‘Project 22 - 21 -29 November 2007′
…you walk past a parking lot with eight cars in it and six of them are Subaru Outbacks.
In walking around the Commons searching for the perfect top to complete my Halloween costume, I came across these signs. I must say that they truly have my hopes up. Actual German-style baked goods?! I hope so!
Since Halloween marked the return of the Deatheaters, Stephanie and I decided that the only appropriate thing for us to carve into a pumpkin for the department Happy Hour was a Dark Mark. We were pretty pleased with how the skull came out, especially as it was the result of carving based on a quickly drawn sketch by yours truly.
On Thursday, having been sick for four days, I went to Health Services to see if they could do anything for me. They couldn’t. I did learn, however, that the dark circles under my eyes were apparently my most noticeable feature because they were the first thing the nurse commented on upon entering the room.
I spent Friday chasing equipment problems and data errors that were crippling my research progress. In the end, I discovered that the source of my difficulties was none other than this cable. It must have been pulled or bent one time too many and developed a faulty electrical connection. Fortunately, we have a spare.
Yesterday Joe and I got out my Turkish backgammon board and played a couple of games before watching SNL.
The batteries in my external keyboard died today. Unfortunately, though my desk is littered with batteries, none of them have any juice in them anymore. This has left me constantly forgetting that the keyboard won’t respond when I start clacking away on it.
Anniversaries are an occasion for Sekt.
I did quite a lot, on Saturday, beginning with donating at the blood drive on campus. Most of the rest of my day was spent working on slides for the first half of my APS presentation (personally, I think there are already too many, and I haven’t filled in the ‘previous work’ ones yet). Around sunset, though, Joe and I poked around down on the Commons before deciding that the restaurants there were all rather crowded and/or expensive, so we drove to Chili’s instead. This particular picture is one that I took out our sunset walk on the Commons. I wanted to capture the lights of the State Theater, as well as the general busy-ness of Cayuga Street. Still need to work out just how to get awesome nighttime traffic photos, but this isn’t bad.
I think that title is starting to get confusing. In any case, here are the Project 22 photos for this weekend:
This inn is about a block from my apartment and is usually busy being so pretty that I notice it every time I go past and think, “Wow, I really should take a picture of that place.” And now I have.
Fall colors are in full force around Ithaca Falls, where this photo was taken. Also, Nicole decided to play with macro mode some more.
One side effect of taking all these photos constantly is that my gallery is growing faster than I’m posting updates about it. So, for reference, there are now full albums featuring pictures of my trip to New England, the dissolution of the Tibetan sand mandala, and various photos of Cornell and Ithaca that I’ve taken in my wanderings over the past few weeks. I encourage you to take a look because there really are some lovely photos in there.
A lot of my weekend was spent at the Ithaca Apple Harvest Festival, seeing as I visited it every day it was held. This means I spent my birthday and the days on either side of it enjoying apple cider, local wines, apple cider donuts, kettle corn, shenanigans, and, of course, apples.
I learned that photos of rain-spattered apples are ridiculously irresistible. (Yeah, that shot’s my desktop now.) Want to see what else was there?
While I’m at it, I put up some photos I took downtown a few weekends ago. They focus primarily on blue skies and fun architecture.
Although this isn’t my favorite Apple Harvest Festival photo of this year (more on that later), I do believe it’s my favorite of today’s shots. Somehow there’s something amusing in the juxtaposition of a very carnival-like vending booth and the stately trimmings of the Ithaca Commons. I also love the brightness of the colors here; it was a gorgeous day for a festival today.
Tonight I discovered that walking through Cascadilla Gorge just before seven o’clock at this time of year produces perfect, slanted golden light on the waterfall just beyond the College Avenue bridge. Or, as a little girl who was there at the same time as I was put it: “Ooo, look! Doesn’t it look like gold?” I must remember to put my camera in my backpack so that I have it for my hikes walks home.
Research is trying at the moment. I’d go into more detail, but chances are that it would degenerate into the sort of angst-ridden frustrations that I probably don’t want displayed for all the world to see. But I think things will improve. I have to hope.
Still haven’t achieved full unpacking. I’ve reached the point where I’ve stalled with the end in sight and just can’t quite find the energy to handle the last odds and ends. Maybe that’ll pick up once I get around to buying my desk. In the meantime, I can make do.
I’m definitely enjoying the swanky new apartment, and I don’t much mind having it all to myself for the moment either. Mark, you’ll be pleased to know that I have got the gas stove working, and I didn’t even have to explode anything in order to do so. Let the cooking commence!
When my mother and sister came up with my dresser, they brought along the Little House boxset I was given when I was seven or so. My mother and I used to read the books aloud to one another in turns when I was younger, and I was a great fan of the series, as well as the Rocky Ridge series that was published in the 90s. I’ve been re-reading the Little House books in the evenings before bed and have finished the first four. I’m pleased to find that I still enjoy them very much, and have just as much–or more–awe of the achievements of early American pioneer families as I did when I was young. Also, the books have retained their ability to make me incredibly hungry thanks to their descriptions of meals the families eat. If I don’t bake some cornbread soon, I may go crazy. No, really.
Poking around the Internet inquiring after Little House and Rocky Ridge information for those of you unfamiliar with the stories has revealed to me that someone has written an additional Little House book that takes place between On The Banks Of Plum Creek, which I just finished, and By The Shores Of Silver Lake, which I’m about to start. I’m not quite sure how I feel about this. I’ve always been kind of iffy about people unrelated to Laura Ingalls Wilder writing about the lives of her relatives (although I was able to put this aside for the Rocky Ridge books because the author was very close to Rose Wilder). Maybe I’ll see if the library has a copy once I’ve finished re-reading the original books. In the meantime, I’m overdue for some relaxation today.
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