Humidity in the morning
July 1, 2009
is one of the worst experiences I’ve had here. Recently it has been cold and rainy and I don’t know which I prefer. Sweaty hotness that results in a fuzzy stupor all day or walking into work with wet feet.
So I am waiting here at CHBL for another task… although I don’t think that my time with Illustrator has come to a close, rather more like a momentary pause. I handed over the drawings this morning to the super friendly graphics department and I’m waiting to hear back from them. I totally forgot that June had only 30 days (Mom, why didn’t you ever teach me the knuckle trick?? Now I look like a fool!) and so the internal competition between interns ends tomorrow at noon. Guess who decided to party and not work on a design? Yeah, but I guess it was worth it because MJ was played, danced to, toasted to, blahblahblah.
Did I mention that I LOVE meeting knew people??
This is a stream of conscious post, I guess.
Speaking of which – THANK YOU SO MUCH ROSEMARY FOR THE LETTERS!!! I LOVE READING THEM! It’s like your here with me and talking. Stream of consciousness from you in letters makes me lol all over the place. I read them while watching Grey’s Anatomy with Andrea, so the letters combined with the show (which I have never seen until I got here- don’t worry friends, I won’t get addicted, but ITS SO HARD NOT TO!) was too much stimuli to handle, which resulted in outbursts to Andi like OMG she’s a lesbian!? and HOLY CRAP this letter is 8 pages long!
Man, today I can barely keep my eyes open…
Check out this jellyfish picture:
It is a springboard for the idea for the interior of the theater. This morning before lunch I had relatively little to do, kind of inbetween tasks (like now) so I went downstairs to the basement, which smells like catacombs and sweaty interns, to check out the material room and get some ideas. Then I asked Eva (in interiors) about if we need to know materiality and she was like no, it will be plaster. Okay
Well, I have a task. Interior elevations in CAD, here I come.
I love you!
Dear Elizabeth,
Forget about the plaster…… use geopolymers, duh!
Love,
Mama