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7.25.02. It feels good to be alone sometimes. Once you get over the fact that you will be by yourself, then you can focus on having the freedom to think about whatever you want without having to pay attention to anyone. Lunch during work was of the solitary variety. I took my brown lunchbag and sat in from of McIntosh, the Barnard student center. I sat on one of the wooden round tables and began to eat my sandwich. A small sparrow flew near and landed on the opposite side of my table. It looked right at me, and being so small and curious-looking, I couldn't help but to lighten up. I took a piece of my sandwich bread and threw it near the bird. It ate it up quickly and looked at me for more. So I fed it a few more times before it flew away. I guess I should retract my earlier statement. It probably doesn't feel good to be alone because I had a visitor today. |
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| 7.15.02. mundane beauty. I needed to get some money from the ATM machine inside Barnard Hall, but these two guys were putting more cash in and told me that it would take another seven minutes or so. I happened to have my camera with me, so I walked around the door and took some random shots. I tried to think hard about what "angle" would make a photograph look good, but to be honest, I had no real idea what was a good "angle" and what wasn't. I saw these flower pots arranged in a row and they appealed to me - the way they weren't overly ornate, yet easily enjoyable to the eyes. I wanted to make sure that I would take the correct "angle" so I walked up instead of using my zoom, knelt half-way down, and then stabilized myself before taking the shot. I think it came out ok. |
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| 7.15.02. cube-i-cool. After many fruitless searches, I found a work-study job that paid well and was pertinent to something I was interested in (magazine publication), so I applied and got a job at Columbia College Alumni Affairs, specifically as an assistant for the magazine, Columbia College Today. My cubicle is like everyone else's but the computer is crappy and doesn't offer Internet access; however, it does feel cool having my own space to do work that is "important." And I love printing labels and sticking them on envelopes. |
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