I love what you’ve done to the place
The SM building is a mix of new murals and old photos of the universe from the 70s. No need to update the posters, or to get rid of Pluto. It’s a haphazard mix of overlapping eras of science. It makes me feel small in relation to the big galaxies as well as small in history. We look backwards but all we are is this tiny slice of time.
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These are probably 30 years old, definitely over 20. Made in China and imported to Romania. My favorite part is that one of the colors is called “indian red”. Shows how far we’ve come (even though this was printed in China.) It’s also interesting how the brand is a western name in latin letters, but a lot of the information is written in Han (i assume) characters.
Fun fact I first started painting with tiny little oil paints made in China in lead containers. I guess the question is did I get lucky or would I otherwise be much smarter?
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I don’t like this setup.
It’s mildly better now. I removed the slidey keyboard thing from my desk. My chair/legs doesn’t knock into my desk constantly anymore.
I also went back to using my Apple keyboard. It’s still frustrating to work on here though. If I get a monitor I don’t know how I’m going to organize everything. Especially since my laptop needs to be able to open for me to turn my computer on and off, though I could just constantly sleep it.
Although this is one of the first times my Cintiq is at a good height/angle for drawing.
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Thoughts on Salvation Army
Thrift stores remind me of growing up. The excitement of going to Goodwill, the smell of second-hand clothes, the humidity of morning yard sales, the redundancy of mass-produced clocks, the excitement of something you want but don’t need.
It felt like walking into early 90′s America – pants of every color, excessive duck-themed decor, clunky kitchen tools. I’m not one of those people that misses the decade when I grew up. I don’t miss the TV shows or the toys or anything. I appreciate the feelings I get when I walk through a mini-museum like a second-hand store, but I guess I’ve always looked to the future and rarely thought of the misadventures of my childhood. Good riddance.
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Artifacts Pt. 2
first piece of jewelry.
the first sign.
Nobody knows Bucharest
There is a joke here that nobody who lives in Bucharest knows anything about Bucharest. Tourists know much more than the average Bucharester, since most people who live here only know their own area. This is a problem. I’ve visited almost all of central Bucharest (Universitate, Victoriei, Kisselef, Unirii, Cotroceni) and I already feel like I know more. In fact, the 2nd day living in Bucharest, someone was lost on the metro and I helped them find their way. The Bucharest metro is the first one I’ve used on a daily basis. Its similar to other metros but I find it to be especially simple. It shuts down at 11pm (realistically 11:30pm) and similarly, most of the city life kind of dies down at 10:58pm. I like the freedom you get to travel around a fairly large city for the small price of a month pass. There is also a bus system, a bus-tranvai system, and a trainvai system. The last 2 are being phased out, and it seems that the ideal will be the RATB bus system (which is clean and fairly easy to use) and the Metrorex. The one thing about the RATB busses is that almost nobody knows how to punch their cards. They use some kind of magnetic machine that beeps once, twice, or three times depending on if your card is charged, checked, or expired. Nobody is really sure however. I just wave my card in front of the machine and hope it worked. Every time I’ve been in a bus I had to help 2-3 people figure out how to use the cards.
The Dâmbovița is a nice highlight of Bucharest but sometimes I wish it was more cared for and the banks were more park-like. Despite this, there is alot of water (rivers, lakes, parks) in Bucharest and I feel like this lightens the mood of a potentially blocky city.
Above is a picture of the Palace of the Parliament.
The Palace is the world’s largest civilian administrative building, most expensive administrative building, and heaviest building.
Also the world’s biggest white elephant. World Pillow Fight day was celebrated in front of the Palace, but since I woke up late and showered, I missed most of it.
There’s also been Earth Hour, which was a concert in Old Bucharest and a few other events.
To everyone who has been bugging me about updating: You’re welcome.
I’ll try to write more. :)
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