Wednesday, February 28, 2007

A small late-night offering

Click and enjoy, if you aren't confused first.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

A lengthy discussion on the direction studio has taken, over a bottle of the most sovereign vodka we could afford

Don't you hate those professors who pretend to offer students control over their own education?
Cut the crap, people! You know there is only one acceptable course of action. We know there is only one acceptable course of action. You know that we know that there is only one acceptable course of action. And we know that you know that we know that there is only one acceptable course of action.
And that course of action is to do everything within our power to gain the approval of our all-powerful instructors.
If having our scholarships renewed wasn't so dependent on maintaining a decent GPA, the outcome would be a bit more interesting. Instead of talking about a revolt, we would have a revolt. Instead of folding like a flock of origami sheep, we would enforce university policies stating that class is dismissed if the instructor does not arrive within ten minutes of the scheduled start time.
The studio professors expect us to devote 100 percent of our time and energy to a class that makes up 30 to 50 percent of our class schedule (in terms of course hours), but also expect that we perform well in our other classes. And get plenty of sleep.
I think I'm ready for spring break ...

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Things that go "Mmm ... Ohhh ... *BUMP*" in the night

It's time for a real life example!
This week in Materials, we went on a visit to some retail/residential building sites in the Cotton District. Framing, woo. The walls between shops or apartments had studs that were placed in an alternating, zig-zaggy pattern, to create more room for insulation and to dampen the transfer of sound through the wall.
The dividing wall at the duplex apparently doesn't include this feature.
I was having dinner with Dennis the other night, and I kept hearing these sounds. I narrowed it down to two possibilities. Either the couple in the other half of the duplex was having an after-dinner romp, or the guy was watching porn while jumping rope.
Something for everyone to consider when looking for living arrangements in the future.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

VD is not the preferred abbreviation for Valentine's Day

Hello, all!
This year for Valentine's Day, our studio professors gave us a sh*tload of work to do for a jury presentation next week. Fantastic. Thanks for ruining any chance of having a weekend with only slightly more than average amounts of stress.
In case anyone cares, this is the first year I've actually had a boyfriend during Valentine's Day. Dennis and I weren't technically together at this time last year. But the festivities have to wait until he gets his tax return or his paycheck, as he is currently overdrawn from the moving expenses.
So I bought myself some new toys. A bright, shiny chisel and a rubber mallet. So if this architecture gig doesn't work out, I can apprentice as some sort of carpenter ... shipbuilding, cabinetry, furniture, wooden shoes ...
Anyhoo.
Happy Condom Week!
If you can't be "good," be "bad" in a responsible manner.