airports and time...
Today I woke up at 7. I’ve been waking up early a lot and I’m beginning to take pleasure in it. The day seems everlasting and it’s nice to indulge yourself in new activities with all the extra time. Time is a funny thing in itself really. When life is filled with school work and stressful activities, time flies. But when you have little to do, it seems like the day is endless.
This break has been exciting. It started off with an incredible week in Hawaii. Hawaii is such a cliché family vacation spot, but I think people should appreciate it more. I mean, where else can you find hundreds of American girls lying on the beach looking for a cute guy to meet (not that I met any girls there or anything). After Hawaii I came back to the Bay Area and celebrated Christmas and New Years, indisputably the two finest holidays of the year. After these holidays I spent the rest of the time working, doing art, and hanging with friends.
My art project really excited me this break. It took me an eternity to come up with an idea for what to construct. Quite frankly I don’t know if I created something conceptually interesting, but aesthetically it looks pretty neat. I built the capital building and then replaced the dome of the capital with a brain. On top of the building is the bald eagle eating out of the brain. I was trying to make a statement on the government’s ignorance of education and how they’re slowly eating away at children’s resources to learn. Hopefully some people will understand that when they see my project.
So now I’m sitting in the airport about to head off to San Diego. I’ve never really enjoyed airports. You’re always either impatiently waiting for your plane to come, or anxious to get out and meet up with your friends. But if you slow down and look around you, airports are pretty amazing. There are people going and people coming. There are people working and others just traveling for pleasure. If you open yourself up a little, it’s fun to sit and watch these travelers and imagine their whole life story.
I wish I had an interesting life story. I need something more in my life. I need more depth. Maybe even something concrete. Something that I can hold on to and is mine. As I enter into this new semester it feels like I’m not going to find this vague and indescribable entity that I’m looking for. It feels like I’m going back to the same old place. It’s like slipping my foot back into that familiar old shoe. Comfortable and easy, but not exhilarating and new. I’m hoping I’ll figure out how to stir up some excitement this semester.
Scott the Dot
This break has been exciting. It started off with an incredible week in Hawaii. Hawaii is such a cliché family vacation spot, but I think people should appreciate it more. I mean, where else can you find hundreds of American girls lying on the beach looking for a cute guy to meet (not that I met any girls there or anything). After Hawaii I came back to the Bay Area and celebrated Christmas and New Years, indisputably the two finest holidays of the year. After these holidays I spent the rest of the time working, doing art, and hanging with friends.
My art project really excited me this break. It took me an eternity to come up with an idea for what to construct. Quite frankly I don’t know if I created something conceptually interesting, but aesthetically it looks pretty neat. I built the capital building and then replaced the dome of the capital with a brain. On top of the building is the bald eagle eating out of the brain. I was trying to make a statement on the government’s ignorance of education and how they’re slowly eating away at children’s resources to learn. Hopefully some people will understand that when they see my project.
So now I’m sitting in the airport about to head off to San Diego. I’ve never really enjoyed airports. You’re always either impatiently waiting for your plane to come, or anxious to get out and meet up with your friends. But if you slow down and look around you, airports are pretty amazing. There are people going and people coming. There are people working and others just traveling for pleasure. If you open yourself up a little, it’s fun to sit and watch these travelers and imagine their whole life story.
I wish I had an interesting life story. I need something more in my life. I need more depth. Maybe even something concrete. Something that I can hold on to and is mine. As I enter into this new semester it feels like I’m not going to find this vague and indescribable entity that I’m looking for. It feels like I’m going back to the same old place. It’s like slipping my foot back into that familiar old shoe. Comfortable and easy, but not exhilarating and new. I’m hoping I’ll figure out how to stir up some excitement this semester.
Scott the Dot