I got the tank. And a million dollars.
Die happy blah blah blah. I need a nap.
I went to MacWorld for a few minutes before Asa called me from the airport wondering why I wasn't there picking him up...
The new iMac is much bigger than I was expecting and $30 photo album you order with iPhoto completely rocks.
And I xeroxed 20 photobooth pictures of myself onto nicely textured paper for the Collage/Mixed Meda class I'm finishing up. This is them drying from the fixative needed when you do such things.
Here's a picture from winter break..
And these ones that I wrote about at the time.
"Don't touch bag!" she orders in an thick, old Korean accent.
"I was just trying to help," he replies, and scawfs to himself timidly. Maybe in disbelief or just plain embarassment. He talks with all the accent of a news anchor.
There's a mother with her child looking on. They are white. They are not getting searched. Congress is not working for everyone.
I saw the father later in the terminal. He was sharing a view of some jumbo jets with his son. He came across as a good father. And I can't help wonder how he will explain all this b.s. to his son.
OH! AND MOMOKO HAS THOSE WAY OVERDUE LIBRARY BOOKS !! thank god