Spring 2005: The crunch is on. Senior Workshop. As for grad school, thinking about UW-Madison's Graphics program, but not until I go on a road trip, maybe, & otherwise have some "life experience."
Winter Break pictures from Puerto Rico here.
Fall 2004: I spent the summer in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, living with Beecer and Mao and working in Sunset Park for Peter Kruty & Sayre Gaydos. Now I am back in Swarthmore, lost among an entire schoolful of strangers, and ready to devote myself almost entirely to Studio Art Senior Workshop which is going to kick my fucking ass. Aaaah! Plans after all that sort of possibly involve going to the University of Alabama for their book arts MFA program and maybe doing another one in printmaking or photography if I feel so inclined and make in-state tuition. Right this second I am thankful for the B-52s' self-titled first album. Ha.
Spring 2004: B.C. and I were living in a two-room double in Roberts, which was generally great except sometimes he would do things like whistle songs from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
A very select few Sager photos, taken with the crappiest camera ever but somehow fun anyway:
The group (with Mai about to spin B.C.'s bottle).Fall 2003: I left for Paris on Tuesday, September 9, in the evening & I came back on the evening of December 23. My Paris LiveJournal with fun and pretentious study-abroad commentary is at your perusal.
A few from my little jaunt to Swarthmore:
Us. Aww.Summer 2003: Here are a couple of pictures around Montauk:
The Napeague Clam Bar, home to my favorite lobster roll on the East End. And part of my car in the foreground.Here are a couple of shots from After Fishing, the cute little restaurant/bar in Gone Fishing Marina where I worked five shifts a week:
My view, on a cloudy day.Here are a few pictures taken at our favorite beach, Ditch Plains:
A beach-wide shot.And what about my spring semester when I get back from Paris? I'll be living in Roberts 176, also known as half of the "ML 3rd colony," a two-room double shared with the illustrious, insatiable B.C. Phillips. We're rooming together because we both really like Indiana Jones movies.
A picture of my beloved Zeke, the old, gimpy, ex-firehouse dog of FDNY Engine 40:
A dog and his beast.Your recap of PackFest 2003:
My half of the chaos.As always, B.C. in a dryer.
Number one.Get the hell over to my LiveJournal at some point, assuming that's not where you got here from.