And I don’t mean crazy-fun-so-many-random-things-happened. I mean, so many tests, midterms, projects, and papers piled into five days, it made me feel crazy.
Let me tell you, I wasn’t too crazy about it.
Went to the High Museum on Saturday because general admission for college students is only $5 this month (and this month only! promotion/good hype/plug). We were headin’ there to see the Da Vinci exhibition (a no-photo exhibit).
The artwork was amazing. Included were tons of da Vinci’s pieces and journal pages, as well as artwork by his teachers and some sculptures by one of his students, Giovanni Francesco Rustici. My favorite display was The Battle of Anghiari.
Back on campus, noticed that while my head had been buried in books and papers all week, something had changed.Something was different about the place.
The leaves were beginning to change colors for autumn.
Now there’s something worth going crazy for.
“Art is never finished, only abandoned.” –Leonardo da Vinci
When you think of the South, you probably think of down-home cookin’, country music, and that distinct Southern style of speech that only makes sense to other Southerners.
And when I say that, I ain’t just whistlin’ Dixie.
And yet, a true telltale mark of the South is… weather. For most of the year, it’s hot here. I mean fry an egg on the sidewalk, flies drop in mid-flight hot. And humid. Seriously – they don’t call it ‘Hotlanta’ for nothin’.
But not so this past week. It happened to be cold. People were unprepared.
Me: Dude, it’s freezing. You need some gloves.
Southerner: Nah, it won’t last long. Where’re my flip-flops?
Me: Bless your heart.
But they’re right. It doesn’t last long. Cold and hot, it goes back and forth and back and forth and… you get the idea.
So maybe one telltale mark of the South isn’t really the weather, after all.Maybe it’s the way we leave our flip-flops and sandals by the door, right beside our winter boots.
Because hey, this here is the Deep South we’re talkin’ ‘bout. The cold ain’t gon’ last.
One of the not so great things about being at a college downtown is the parking. And by ‘parking’ I mean ‘the complete lack of parking.’Let’s be real. Atlanta is great, but there’s barely enough space to drive down the road, let alone leave your car immobile anywhere.Emory, however, does offer a few parking lots in the name of student convenience… for a price.And that price is a decal worth more than the car I’d stick it on.
So I don’t have a car.
So I guess parking isn’t really a big problem, after all.
For me, that is.
Anyway. Fall break started today, and I’ll be going back home for the first time in a few weeks. It’s a good feeling; I can’t WAIT to watch some TV on a real screen instead of on my laptop for a change.
Oh, and I’m also looking forward to seeing some very special people.
I meant my family, of course, by ‘very special people.’
But doctors are on the agenda, too.Downside to being away at college? On any return trip home, you get scheduled for an appointment with every dentist, doctor, dermatologist, etc. you ever met in your life. It starts with Tuesday morning — rise and shine, I’ve got a 8:00 am dental appointment.Oh well. Teeth: gotta have ‘em.
Lastly. Got some new sunglasses at Urban Outfitters. They’re yellow. Serious yellow. And they make me smile.
A friend and I headed to the Atlanta Greek Festivalon Saturday. One of the great things about being at a college downtown is the ease with which you can get places! (I mean… once you get the hang of jaywalking, the sky’s the limit).
Anyway. Pretty awesome! Some dancers came out, from little kids to pro-level people, and did some of the traditional Greek dances from different regions of Greece. The pro-group even did a more modern Greek dance. And the music was great – the same sort of stuff as you still hear playing in cafés in Greece today.
The main attractions of the festival were some self-tours and lectures in the Greek Orthodox church.
There was also this massive, really cool Greek map in the church, and I just had to take a close up of Athens. What can I say? Athena always was my fave Greek goddess.
I want to update my old site. I want to bust out some new wallpapers, a music-vid, screenshots, the whole shebang. But. There’s this time issue. There just doesn’t seem to be a lot of it these days. I’ve always been the sort of person to rush whole-heartedly into things, to throw myself into projects. You know how it is.Something captures your fancy, and all of sudden it becomes your A-number-one priority. This happens to me… often.
Some Past Kate Fads:
Weather: that old rainfall collector is probably still measuring precipitation out there somewhere.
Vocabulary: that one time when I tried to memorize the dictionary.
Many Others: most… better left unmentioned.
Anyway. I had my “half-birthday” last month.The big, universally celebrated, milestone two-oh-point-five. And I figure it’s about time I left the stop-and-go obsessions behind me.
Time for some moderation, nothing to excess. I’m going to pace myself.
I know I know….
It’s like you don’t even know me anymore.
Oh! And that pic at the top? That’s Pete Duel as Andy Rice in Cannon for Cordoba, one of my favorite Duel characters. ;D And no, I don’t think all of my blog pics will be of Pete… but then again, who’d complain?
“Remember, hombre, it’s better to die on your feet than live on your knees.” –Cannon for Cordoba