I just spent the last few hours of 2008 and first few of 2009 with hundreds of architecture students from all parts of the nation—in one grand ballroom in Denver. Of course, we had to showcase our creativity through the “recycle” theme, so girls came in thoughtfully designed plastic/paper dresses while guys…just wore dad’s ugly sweater (or nothing at all) with the conference slacks from earlier today.
Since my family reads my blog, let’s just keep this PG-13. In case you were wondering what Midwesterners dance to, they still crank dat Soulja Boy, point to windows and walls, and hip thrust to Michael Jackson—but with grapevine dancing in between to oldies like R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Find out what it means to me…
Speaking of respect, let’s not…yea. Someone pulled on my paper-woven belt a little too hard and it broke =(. In response to the random strangers coming up from behind, so you draw and design too, eh? OK KIDDING. No, but really…
Just the other day, my dad said to me, “Oh uncle so-and-so said he could introduce you to someone.”
Me, “A designer?”
Dad, “…no, a Stanford engineer.”
Me, “…oh.”
Happy New Year from Denver!
