I've been back in the US for about 7 months now. And I've been trying to stay busy.
The biggest news, I think, is that I've launched my game/experience design company and website. Since I'm not posting on this blog any longer, please do take a look at the website for new information (there's even a big of a blog over there too!) www.caseworkproductions.com
Casework is launching its first big, American based game on June 9th and 10th at Figment, an interactive arts festival in NYC. The festival is a free, family friendly festival that has invited over 200 artists to create and bring something to the festival. Tapestry, the game I've designed, is prepared to have 2,000 players. (The festival is expecting over 30,000 people this year.)
The game is a community oriented, story collecting project. It involves arts and crafts, talking to new people, and grateful sharing.
When I was 16 I volunteered at Teen-Link, a crisis line for teenagers to call into and get a listening ear or helpful resources. We dealt with calls about sexual assault, homelessness, and familial abuse. You know, light and airy topics. It was tough and draining work, but also incredibly satisfying. I bring this up because when I was applying for the position and going through the extensive interview process I remember answering the question, "Why do you want to work here?" I thought for a moment and then said, "Well. I just really like hearing people's stories."
The stories that come out of Tapestry are nowhere near as heavy as some of the stories that I heard while volunteering at Teen Link. But some of them have a similar quality to them, "here- I don't know you, but you've just asked me for a story about love (or adventure or food or whatever), let me give you this honest little bit of myself."
The privilege and honor that I felt when entrusted with people's stories at Teen-Link is the same thing I feel when a profound story shows up in Tapestry. Sure, a lot of the stories are silly or throwaway, but some are heart breaking, and some make you light up, and some can only be responded to with a belly deep, "awwww"
So. That's Tapestry. And I'm raising money to fund the project (materials, transportation, snacks and water for my volunteer crew) through Kickstarter. If you'd like to be involved (and I'd love it if you were!) please follow the link and pledge whatever you feel willing and able to. Even $5 helps! Thank you so much.
If you're in the Seattle area this Sunday (the 3rd) please stop by and play! At 1:30, I'll be running Tapestry in the field next to Wedgwood Presbyterian Church at 35th and 80th NE
Showing posts with label americans. Show all posts
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Friday, August 27, 2010
America: The Brief Sum Up
24 days, 8 states, my favourite people, and a pile of stories. Pretty good work, I think.
Kansas: I never did tell you about the reception...one of the things that I have noticed is that if I promise you that something "will be coming soon" on the blog: I'm usually lying. Sorry! Here are some key words to attempt to make amends: photo booth, delicious food, bubbles, jazz pianist, snarky 9 year old, dancing so much I shredded the lining of my dress, group singing, group singing in parts, 5 little snowmen, mouth harp, muggy blanket of heat, peace pipe/cigar, bridesmaid's room for hiding in, A whole new world, 2am. (Missouri and Kansas = 2)
Chicago: So good to see Andy and Nancy! The general consensus is that I hadn't been there in 5 years, which is clearly far too long. I got to see Andy's band perform at CJ Arthur's and they are sounding good. It was fun to see/hear everyone again and also momentarily steal Sandy's rhythm bones. My friend Josh from Garfield was sweet enough to stop by the gig as well so there were more people in the audience! I wandered around a bunch in order to see how much I could still navigate just by memory- the answer? A fair bit. Andy and Nancy had a parade of people through their house while I was there, my favourite of whom was an artisanal garlic farmer. 'Artisinal' is probably the wrong word...but fancy and rare types of garlic in any case. Too brief a visit! (Illinois = 3)
Baltimore/DC: I stayed with my dear friend Daniel, briefly saw Liz, took a short walk with Zane, and spent the day at the National Air and Space museum with Sarah, Desh, Jim, and Guinness McDog. An excellent, excellent visit that reminded me that the "family size" package of food- while cost effective, sometimes means that you end up with a 9"x 11" casserole full of meatloaf... tasty and delicious turkey meatloaf, but still a bit overwhelming in size. Daniel and I went on a trek to find his old 3 storey tree house, but we failed to find an accurate alternate path that didn't have us fording a river. Next time, next time I will see this epic tree house. My final night Daniel and I went to Applebees where we made friends with our waitress who had been having a very tough night, but cheered up at our paper sculptures and mini footballs (we maybe weren't exhibiting the most appropriate restaurant behaviour...) (Maryland and Virginia = 5)
New York: I took the Bolt Bus to New York and was delighted with it. Free wi-fi! (that was where the epic and multi-linked Air and Space post came from) Lots of leg room! The guy sitting next to me was reading an article about John Cage written by Cornelius Cardew and I though to myself "there is no reason why anyone who was not a fairly extensively trained musician and/or composer would be reading this..." so I introduced myself. It turns out he's a composer- and being a composer, about my age, and traveling from Baltimore to New York we checked out Facebook to see who all we knew in common. Bizarrely the only common contact we had was an Irish opera singer that I had met in Norfolk. Small world, yes, but that's just weird.
In New York I stayed with my friends Kevin, Sean, and Zach over in Jersey City. We started at lunch with Indian food- which made my mouth burn. Kevin and I visited his office at Meet The Composer, walked through a rainstorm, sat under the highway during a rainstorm, and eventually ended up at a Vietnamese restaurant eating delicious bánh mì that made me so happy and then made my eyes start watering. (I used to be so good with spicy! Apparently no longer...) A trivia night followed that (our team got second place and $30 with absolutely no input from me. I'm not too up on 1970's pop culture) and so ended my first day in NY.
The next day started with cactus tacos (Mmmmm and not too spicy!) and then consisted of hipster watching in Williamsburg where I amused myself by doing a sociological sartorial study. I had drinks with an editor from Tor (we totally geeked out about graphic novels) and then spent the night in Astoria with my friends Ronni and Noah- you may remember them from the epic wedding posts of last year. They're doing very well and it was fabulous to see them again.
My last day in New York I actually spent in Connecticut visiting Meredith, her town, country club, and house she grew up in. It was great- a tour of Meredith's stories. We went kayaking and, thinking we were being clever, left our extra clothes on the shore. When we got back the tide had come in and Meredith had to fish them out of the water...oops. (New York and Connecticut = 7)
Boston: The Bolt Bus up to Boston hit rather a lot of traffic so the sun was setting as I arrived at the bus station. I had used the wi-fi on the bus to get a map of the area around Laine's apartment and directions for how to get there and was feeling quite confident about it all until I started to follow the map. The neighbourhood is beautiful; everyone has a garden, there are a couple of parks within walking distance (I got a little lost and happened upon both of them), and the houses are stunning. When I finally found the address that I had I called Laine up. There was no way that was her house and there was a light on and was she sure that I wasn't going to be knocking on some random family's door? Digging through their mailbox to find a key?
Basically what I'm saying here is that Laine has the most beautiful apartment ever. It is about the same size as the house we grew up in, has lovely bones and intricate detailing, stained glass windows, and enough storage space for an army. (Well, a small Spartan army.) And a pantry! And adorable little butler-pantry-nook-thingy.
More Boston and Laine in the next post.
(Massachusetts = 8 states visited! Making the rounds...)
Kansas: I never did tell you about the reception...one of the things that I have noticed is that if I promise you that something "will be coming soon" on the blog: I'm usually lying. Sorry! Here are some key words to attempt to make amends: photo booth, delicious food, bubbles, jazz pianist, snarky 9 year old, dancing so much I shredded the lining of my dress, group singing, group singing in parts, 5 little snowmen, mouth harp, muggy blanket of heat, peace pipe/cigar, bridesmaid's room for hiding in, A whole new world, 2am. (Missouri and Kansas = 2)
Chicago: So good to see Andy and Nancy! The general consensus is that I hadn't been there in 5 years, which is clearly far too long. I got to see Andy's band perform at CJ Arthur's and they are sounding good. It was fun to see/hear everyone again and also momentarily steal Sandy's rhythm bones. My friend Josh from Garfield was sweet enough to stop by the gig as well so there were more people in the audience! I wandered around a bunch in order to see how much I could still navigate just by memory- the answer? A fair bit. Andy and Nancy had a parade of people through their house while I was there, my favourite of whom was an artisanal garlic farmer. 'Artisinal' is probably the wrong word...but fancy and rare types of garlic in any case. Too brief a visit! (Illinois = 3)
Baltimore/DC: I stayed with my dear friend Daniel, briefly saw Liz, took a short walk with Zane, and spent the day at the National Air and Space museum with Sarah, Desh, Jim, and Guinness McDog. An excellent, excellent visit that reminded me that the "family size" package of food- while cost effective, sometimes means that you end up with a 9"x 11" casserole full of meatloaf... tasty and delicious turkey meatloaf, but still a bit overwhelming in size. Daniel and I went on a trek to find his old 3 storey tree house, but we failed to find an accurate alternate path that didn't have us fording a river. Next time, next time I will see this epic tree house. My final night Daniel and I went to Applebees where we made friends with our waitress who had been having a very tough night, but cheered up at our paper sculptures and mini footballs (we maybe weren't exhibiting the most appropriate restaurant behaviour...) (Maryland and Virginia = 5)
New York: I took the Bolt Bus to New York and was delighted with it. Free wi-fi! (that was where the epic and multi-linked Air and Space post came from) Lots of leg room! The guy sitting next to me was reading an article about John Cage written by Cornelius Cardew and I though to myself "there is no reason why anyone who was not a fairly extensively trained musician and/or composer would be reading this..." so I introduced myself. It turns out he's a composer- and being a composer, about my age, and traveling from Baltimore to New York we checked out Facebook to see who all we knew in common. Bizarrely the only common contact we had was an Irish opera singer that I had met in Norfolk. Small world, yes, but that's just weird.
In New York I stayed with my friends Kevin, Sean, and Zach over in Jersey City. We started at lunch with Indian food- which made my mouth burn. Kevin and I visited his office at Meet The Composer, walked through a rainstorm, sat under the highway during a rainstorm, and eventually ended up at a Vietnamese restaurant eating delicious bánh mì that made me so happy and then made my eyes start watering. (I used to be so good with spicy! Apparently no longer...) A trivia night followed that (our team got second place and $30 with absolutely no input from me. I'm not too up on 1970's pop culture) and so ended my first day in NY.
The next day started with cactus tacos (Mmmmm and not too spicy!) and then consisted of hipster watching in Williamsburg where I amused myself by doing a sociological sartorial study. I had drinks with an editor from Tor (we totally geeked out about graphic novels) and then spent the night in Astoria with my friends Ronni and Noah- you may remember them from the epic wedding posts of last year. They're doing very well and it was fabulous to see them again.
My last day in New York I actually spent in Connecticut visiting Meredith, her town, country club, and house she grew up in. It was great- a tour of Meredith's stories. We went kayaking and, thinking we were being clever, left our extra clothes on the shore. When we got back the tide had come in and Meredith had to fish them out of the water...oops. (New York and Connecticut = 7)
Boston: The Bolt Bus up to Boston hit rather a lot of traffic so the sun was setting as I arrived at the bus station. I had used the wi-fi on the bus to get a map of the area around Laine's apartment and directions for how to get there and was feeling quite confident about it all until I started to follow the map. The neighbourhood is beautiful; everyone has a garden, there are a couple of parks within walking distance (I got a little lost and happened upon both of them), and the houses are stunning. When I finally found the address that I had I called Laine up. There was no way that was her house and there was a light on and was she sure that I wasn't going to be knocking on some random family's door? Digging through their mailbox to find a key?
Basically what I'm saying here is that Laine has the most beautiful apartment ever. It is about the same size as the house we grew up in, has lovely bones and intricate detailing, stained glass windows, and enough storage space for an army. (Well, a small Spartan army.) And a pantry! And adorable little butler-pantry-nook-thingy.
More Boston and Laine in the next post.
(Massachusetts = 8 states visited! Making the rounds...)
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Kansas!
Have landed in Kansas and am now in the midst of preparations for Sarah and Dave's wedding!
Dave's friend from Cambridge, Nik, and I arrived within two minutes of each other so we were each met by half of the couple with hilarious personalized plastic hats decorated with pictures of American things (mine had an electoral map with which states Obama and McCain won).
We are staying with some family friends- an 84 year old man named Tom who is very sweet to us even if he repeats himself quite a lot.
It is HOT here. Today is meant to be record breaking at 101 degrees, but tomorrow and the next day there are meant to be thunderstorms! (Which I'm very excited about.)
More people are trickling in today- Dave's family, another Groomsman, and the Maid of Honour. I gather actual festivities start on Thursday.
The flights were fine and I got a good rest last night. A bit jet lagged still (I kind of want a nap...) more news as it happens!
Dave's friend from Cambridge, Nik, and I arrived within two minutes of each other so we were each met by half of the couple with hilarious personalized plastic hats decorated with pictures of American things (mine had an electoral map with which states Obama and McCain won).
We are staying with some family friends- an 84 year old man named Tom who is very sweet to us even if he repeats himself quite a lot.
It is HOT here. Today is meant to be record breaking at 101 degrees, but tomorrow and the next day there are meant to be thunderstorms! (Which I'm very excited about.)
More people are trickling in today- Dave's family, another Groomsman, and the Maid of Honour. I gather actual festivities start on Thursday.
The flights were fine and I got a good rest last night. A bit jet lagged still (I kind of want a nap...) more news as it happens!
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
I found the grocery store!
I discovered Sainsbury's yesterday. I knew it was somewhere around a: because Aneta had mentioned it and b: because I keep seeing people walking around with orange shopping bags from the store. But I hadn't found it yet and was beginning to get worried about my food situation. But it's all good now!
I bought a chicken. I then devoured half of it (I was maybe a bit hungry.) Also, some carrots. I am totally fascinated by British carrots. Did you know they are different? They are a much brighter orange and thicker and stubbier. I also got a stir-fry kit because Mommy had been so excited about those. The one I got has peanut sprouts in it and I purchased it purely because it was the prettiest. I also got a mini-treacle pie since I have never been quite sure what treacle is. Turns out it is the sticky bit in pecan pies. I felt like the pie needed some more nuts. Specifically pecans. I'm sure I got some other things, but obviously they were not as noteworthy since I'm spacing out on them right now. But seriously guys, the carrots are weird.
Today was my first day without something scheduled, so I slept until noon and then went to the V&A. You know that fashion exhibit that I was so excited about that I have been wanting to see since it was being set up back in 2004? Yeah, it was totally closed for refurbishments. So instead I went to the surrealist exhibit. (I'll go back for the fashion exhibit next week, I think.) The Mae West lips couch is really quite dirty and dingy- is there not some easy way of cleaning satin? You know, for a big important exhibit that is being advertised all over the city with pictures of said couch? Wouldn't you want it to be clean? By the end of the exhibit I found myself staring at objects/paintings/whatever and thinking to myself: "There is such subtle symbolism here. I wonder what they could possibly be alluding to..." I feel like the entire exhibit is summed up nicely by this quote from a panel describing a lobster-telephone that Dali designed:
"for him, the lobster symbolised the fusion between the edible and the erotic."
Isn't it possible for something to be surreal in a playful way? Instead of in a really heavy handed allusion to sex (but sex is bad!) sort of way? That being said: I still really like Man Ray's work. My two favorite things from the exhibit were a wardrobe that was painted to look like it was open, with a view of green hills and a lightly clouded sky; and a design for a small art gallery on wheels that looked like an artichoke. Sections of the leaves were hinged in order to open up to reveal windows.
At that point I had a slow-walking-in-museums back ache, so I decided to wander around the neighborhood and discovered Harrods. I wandered through Luxury Room No. 1, Luxury Room No. 2, and almost went in to Luxury Room No. 3 but fortunately noticed that the food halls were the other direction. Oh, the food halls. Such ridiculous things for sale, but much more reasonable prices than I had been expecting. Did you know that they have custom (bespoke, whatever) chocolate Easter eggs? There was a fellow in the middle of the cheese section (okay, that part I don't get. Probably not enough room in the chocolate room?) who was set up in a booth surrounded by giant chocolate eggs with a work space in the middle where there was melting chocolate that he then used to write on the eggs with and make little bunny and chick faces with. Corny, but in an "ooo, chocolate!" sort of way.
Then I went to the souvenir section. Want to find Americans? Go to the souvenir section of Harrods. I quickly escaped and continued to wander down the road. Which brings me to my next question: is it a bad idea to spend £25 ($50) on a pair of shoes that are are incredibly hip in London right now, but are also incredibly silly? Like, blue and white striped silly? Or even better, bright yellow polka-dotted silly?
At that point, I hopped on the nearest tube stop (can I just say how very much in love I am with the tube system? So, so, so wonderful.) and went back to Swiss Cottage. I then got stuck at a bookstore, and am just now headed home to make dinner. I'm thinking something with my peanut sprouts kit.
I bought a chicken. I then devoured half of it (I was maybe a bit hungry.) Also, some carrots. I am totally fascinated by British carrots. Did you know they are different? They are a much brighter orange and thicker and stubbier. I also got a stir-fry kit because Mommy had been so excited about those. The one I got has peanut sprouts in it and I purchased it purely because it was the prettiest. I also got a mini-treacle pie since I have never been quite sure what treacle is. Turns out it is the sticky bit in pecan pies. I felt like the pie needed some more nuts. Specifically pecans. I'm sure I got some other things, but obviously they were not as noteworthy since I'm spacing out on them right now. But seriously guys, the carrots are weird.
Today was my first day without something scheduled, so I slept until noon and then went to the V&A. You know that fashion exhibit that I was so excited about that I have been wanting to see since it was being set up back in 2004? Yeah, it was totally closed for refurbishments. So instead I went to the surrealist exhibit. (I'll go back for the fashion exhibit next week, I think.) The Mae West lips couch is really quite dirty and dingy- is there not some easy way of cleaning satin? You know, for a big important exhibit that is being advertised all over the city with pictures of said couch? Wouldn't you want it to be clean? By the end of the exhibit I found myself staring at objects/paintings/whatever and thinking to myself: "There is such subtle symbolism here. I wonder what they could possibly be alluding to..." I feel like the entire exhibit is summed up nicely by this quote from a panel describing a lobster-telephone that Dali designed:
"for him, the lobster symbolised the fusion between the edible and the erotic."
Isn't it possible for something to be surreal in a playful way? Instead of in a really heavy handed allusion to sex (but sex is bad!) sort of way? That being said: I still really like Man Ray's work. My two favorite things from the exhibit were a wardrobe that was painted to look like it was open, with a view of green hills and a lightly clouded sky; and a design for a small art gallery on wheels that looked like an artichoke. Sections of the leaves were hinged in order to open up to reveal windows.
At that point I had a slow-walking-in-museums back ache, so I decided to wander around the neighborhood and discovered Harrods. I wandered through Luxury Room No. 1, Luxury Room No. 2, and almost went in to Luxury Room No. 3 but fortunately noticed that the food halls were the other direction. Oh, the food halls. Such ridiculous things for sale, but much more reasonable prices than I had been expecting. Did you know that they have custom (bespoke, whatever) chocolate Easter eggs? There was a fellow in the middle of the cheese section (okay, that part I don't get. Probably not enough room in the chocolate room?) who was set up in a booth surrounded by giant chocolate eggs with a work space in the middle where there was melting chocolate that he then used to write on the eggs with and make little bunny and chick faces with. Corny, but in an "ooo, chocolate!" sort of way.
Then I went to the souvenir section. Want to find Americans? Go to the souvenir section of Harrods. I quickly escaped and continued to wander down the road. Which brings me to my next question: is it a bad idea to spend £25 ($50) on a pair of shoes that are are incredibly hip in London right now, but are also incredibly silly? Like, blue and white striped silly? Or even better, bright yellow polka-dotted silly?
At that point, I hopped on the nearest tube stop (can I just say how very much in love I am with the tube system? So, so, so wonderful.) and went back to Swiss Cottage. I then got stuck at a bookstore, and am just now headed home to make dinner. I'm thinking something with my peanut sprouts kit.
Monday, April 2, 2007
Audition Day!
I've got half an hour until my warm up time. I was looking for a restroom, but instead found the computer lab, and I'm not one to pass up free internet.
The end of the workshop went very well. We were supposed to add a couple of things and finish up our group composition by noon, in time to break for lunch. Instead we ended up working on it until the very end of the workshop at 4:30. So whatever we were going to do after lunch, never got done. It was interesting though, how they put the whole composition together. We had a large beginning groove that the leaders had written and arranged for our instrumentation, then we had broken up into groups, written two more melodies and a B and C section. By the end of the morning session each individual group had written a third part. For instance: I was in the B section group. On Saturday we had written a repeating bass ostinato figure, chord progression, and solo over the top. On Sunday we added a theme for the winds and strings to play while the rest of our section went on the same. It added so much, I got to listen to that part of the recording and it was amazing sounding. The whole composition ended up being about 20 minutes long, and I played nearly the whole time. My left arm is in quite a bit of pain now, because I am stupid. Oh well.
After our workshop ended a bunch of folks went out to a local pub, but the conversation was rather stilted and we all suddenly realized that we were each other's competition, which was no fun. I don't envy the leaders who will be making the admissions decisions, there are about 23 people auditioning and *maybe* 8 spots. So just about 1 out of 3 will get in. Oi. But no, not thinking about that yet, I still have 15 minutes before my warm up...
After the ill-fated pub gathering I started to walk back to the pub station, but A: got distracted by the Roman wall sitting randomly next to a metal gate, and B: got distracted by a small garden. So I took some pictures of the wall (amazed by the fact that it has just been worked around. It is old! Save it! Though, I guess there are so many old things in London...) and then went into the garden.
The garden turned out to be the communal graveyard of three churches- but it is smack dab in the middle of London, so of course it was bombed to pieces during World War II. Anyhow, they have turned the old headstones into flower bed edgers...I was amazed, and then love the idea. There was also a wall of glazed ceramic tiles that read like virtuous Darwin Awards: " so-and-s0; aged 11 years, drowned saving two unknown boys while skating at the park." That isn't a good example...some were really quite funny. In a sweet sort of heartbreaking sort of way.
At that point I realized that I was right next to St. Pauls and therefore right next to the millennium bridge, so I went for a walk. Unfortunately for me I remembered the bridge and the eye as being much closer to each other, so it ended up being an unexpectedly long walk. To pass the time, I played: "spot the American"
Here are some things I noticed:
Cowboy boots: definitely not American, probably Japanese.
Skinny jeans on boys older than 14: definitely not American, anything but American
Northface jackets: American
twirling hair: American
Men wearing scarves as an accessory: not American
Sorority girl makeup: American. Americans are apparently the only ones who try to make the entire face the same shade, everyone else allows for gradation in color. Notice, I didn't say "bottle blond hair" or "heavy makeup" but specifically sorority girl makeup.
off to go warm up, I'll let you know how today went later.
The end of the workshop went very well. We were supposed to add a couple of things and finish up our group composition by noon, in time to break for lunch. Instead we ended up working on it until the very end of the workshop at 4:30. So whatever we were going to do after lunch, never got done. It was interesting though, how they put the whole composition together. We had a large beginning groove that the leaders had written and arranged for our instrumentation, then we had broken up into groups, written two more melodies and a B and C section. By the end of the morning session each individual group had written a third part. For instance: I was in the B section group. On Saturday we had written a repeating bass ostinato figure, chord progression, and solo over the top. On Sunday we added a theme for the winds and strings to play while the rest of our section went on the same. It added so much, I got to listen to that part of the recording and it was amazing sounding. The whole composition ended up being about 20 minutes long, and I played nearly the whole time. My left arm is in quite a bit of pain now, because I am stupid. Oh well.
After our workshop ended a bunch of folks went out to a local pub, but the conversation was rather stilted and we all suddenly realized that we were each other's competition, which was no fun. I don't envy the leaders who will be making the admissions decisions, there are about 23 people auditioning and *maybe* 8 spots. So just about 1 out of 3 will get in. Oi. But no, not thinking about that yet, I still have 15 minutes before my warm up...
After the ill-fated pub gathering I started to walk back to the pub station, but A: got distracted by the Roman wall sitting randomly next to a metal gate, and B: got distracted by a small garden. So I took some pictures of the wall (amazed by the fact that it has just been worked around. It is old! Save it! Though, I guess there are so many old things in London...) and then went into the garden.
The garden turned out to be the communal graveyard of three churches- but it is smack dab in the middle of London, so of course it was bombed to pieces during World War II. Anyhow, they have turned the old headstones into flower bed edgers...I was amazed, and then love the idea. There was also a wall of glazed ceramic tiles that read like virtuous Darwin Awards: " so-and-s0; aged 11 years, drowned saving two unknown boys while skating at the park." That isn't a good example...some were really quite funny. In a sweet sort of heartbreaking sort of way.
At that point I realized that I was right next to St. Pauls and therefore right next to the millennium bridge, so I went for a walk. Unfortunately for me I remembered the bridge and the eye as being much closer to each other, so it ended up being an unexpectedly long walk. To pass the time, I played: "spot the American"
Here are some things I noticed:
Cowboy boots: definitely not American, probably Japanese.
Skinny jeans on boys older than 14: definitely not American, anything but American
Northface jackets: American
twirling hair: American
Men wearing scarves as an accessory: not American
Sorority girl makeup: American. Americans are apparently the only ones who try to make the entire face the same shade, everyone else allows for gradation in color. Notice, I didn't say "bottle blond hair" or "heavy makeup" but specifically sorority girl makeup.
off to go warm up, I'll let you know how today went later.
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