So here I am, cosied up in the old (beautiful) section of the library on a Saturday morning (boo), with books like 'Trance and Transformation of the actor in Japanese and Noh and Balanese masked dance-drama' spread across a huge this-should-be-enough-space-for-more-than-just-you-Emily table, empty cup of bombai chai tea and the remnants of the vegan raspberry scone scattered across my laptop keys, a billion tabs open with half watched youtube videos of Wyang Wong dances (I woke up this morning with no idea either, I am now full of complicated Indonesian terms that I have no idea how to pronounce) when the procrastination beast begins to rear its ugly head and soon my laptop decides it wants to cycle through screensaver photos. So I watch as my year in the US begins to flick, little memories slipped out of their nicely ordered envelopes. It's going by so fast. I can't believe I only have just over two months until classes finish (and no finals for me waheey) and what has tricked me into thinking is life here, will end. I can't believe I'm huddled over my laptop getting nostalgic already when I SHOULD be continuing my quest to find THE best brunch spot in Portland (I blame 'meat-space' required research. You can't hump a craptonne of oversized hIstry of clothing books on the 19 and set up shop in Stumptown on a Saturday of all days - no sir-ee). I got to thinking about my neglected little blog this semester and thought damn, I want to be able to remember all the little things too! I mean, I haven't posted about anything at all in a while (whoops) I think because I was waiting for really exciting profound stories to share (I do have a pretty good story about about being saved by both my British accent and a wonderful homeless guy named Stan , when stupidly I was out in China Town alone at night (so sketch) after a lantern viewing at the chinese gardens - but that's a whole other kettle of fish). So I'm going to throw out a really weird little menagerie of photos from this semester and the end of last semester that I meant to attach their stories to and share with you but have just been left lying around :)
Portland does religion
Portland also does life lessons in the form of strange front yard art
This this the norm. No joke.
So is this
All of my superbowl photos suck. This is the least sucky. Go Hawks.
Me. Doing sport.
The Godsend that was Naima's room when the heating broke in Mac. The day it first snowed. Useful
ooh look, is that... GARY SNYDER!? I think so.
'Fucking yam chips'
Yes, the couple in the distance are on skis...
Alberta
Guy Fawkes
Tash loves Portland. Can't you tell?
Performance Studies class <3
I MISS THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL. INDIA IS LUCKY TO HAVE YOU <3
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