Princeton in Pictures
So.
I had a brief, but intense, relationship with a digital camera the last couple of weeks. What started out as a minor photographic fling quickly dissolved into obsession and fits of angry sobs. Me and the camera are no longer seeing each other. But it's okay. I got what I wanted from that cheap device and ditched it when things got complicated.
This is the most impressive picture so far I think:
This building is impressive and beautiful, and I have no idea what it is or where it is anymore. This campus is too big. I keep getting lost.
This is a part of some undergrad residence I think. It's purty.
This is some modern art. The inner bit is all polished cuz students keep sitting in it. I believe this upset the artist when he returned to visit the campus at some point.
It's an ivy league school! There is precisely 1 shitload of ivy on this building.
This is the imposing building where the grad school offices are. Those punks forgot about me and never got around to giving me a paycheck last week.
I work in this building! Movies are also shown every Friday night in the basement lecture hall. Which is cool cuz I'm usually still working in the lab right til they start.
There's mah desk and bench for work. Notice the mess. And the bacteria smell that permeates the air, so potent as to be detectible even to you despite the purely visual form of communication we're engaged in.
Massive felines is a common architectural theme around here.
Some kind of library with a huge fountain/wading pool out front of it. The camera and I were starting to have problems at this point, evidenced by the ENCROACHING DARKNESS from the right.
MY BEDROOM! Notice how I have no bedding. I sleep on a sleeping bag atop my mattress. Notice how I DO have a massive, sweet guitar rig right across from said ghettobed.
The Grad College has it's own 10' by 11' gym that I eventually excavated from under a few feet of rust and what I think might be asbestos. It's a man's life in the ol' GC.
And this is the courtyard just outside my room. Every morning I'm greeted by that sculpture's ample, nekid, womanly charm. Heap big woman, you gonna make a big man outta me.
That is all for now. I'm waiting for google videos to approve The Voyage of the Kevlar, which has been released only on DVD and screened in front of close personal friends. The internet won't know what hit it. And it will be appropriately confused.
SUMMER ON, MEN!!!
-Raja
I had a brief, but intense, relationship with a digital camera the last couple of weeks. What started out as a minor photographic fling quickly dissolved into obsession and fits of angry sobs. Me and the camera are no longer seeing each other. But it's okay. I got what I wanted from that cheap device and ditched it when things got complicated.
This is the most impressive picture so far I think:
This building is impressive and beautiful, and I have no idea what it is or where it is anymore. This campus is too big. I keep getting lost.
This is a part of some undergrad residence I think. It's purty.
This is some modern art. The inner bit is all polished cuz students keep sitting in it. I believe this upset the artist when he returned to visit the campus at some point.
It's an ivy league school! There is precisely 1 shitload of ivy on this building.
This is the imposing building where the grad school offices are. Those punks forgot about me and never got around to giving me a paycheck last week.
I work in this building! Movies are also shown every Friday night in the basement lecture hall. Which is cool cuz I'm usually still working in the lab right til they start.
There's mah desk and bench for work. Notice the mess. And the bacteria smell that permeates the air, so potent as to be detectible even to you despite the purely visual form of communication we're engaged in.
Massive felines is a common architectural theme around here.
Some kind of library with a huge fountain/wading pool out front of it. The camera and I were starting to have problems at this point, evidenced by the ENCROACHING DARKNESS from the right.
MY BEDROOM! Notice how I have no bedding. I sleep on a sleeping bag atop my mattress. Notice how I DO have a massive, sweet guitar rig right across from said ghettobed.
The Grad College has it's own 10' by 11' gym that I eventually excavated from under a few feet of rust and what I think might be asbestos. It's a man's life in the ol' GC.
And this is the courtyard just outside my room. Every morning I'm greeted by that sculpture's ample, nekid, womanly charm. Heap big woman, you gonna make a big man outta me.
That is all for now. I'm waiting for google videos to approve The Voyage of the Kevlar, which has been released only on DVD and screened in front of close personal friends. The internet won't know what hit it. And it will be appropriately confused.
SUMMER ON, MEN!!!
-Raja