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Brain Bank 1.3

September 26, 2012
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As soon as I realized Mumford & Son’s newest album had come out, I had to get it.  ‘Twas after class, alone in the apartment and I listened through the whole thing at once.  I really like it all for the home-grown sound of it all — though I do love music relying heavily on electronics (hello Florence + the Machine!), this sounds like the kind of stuff you could listen to sitting on a hay bale, massing together with a community you’ve known for years.


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Brain Bank 1.1

September 26, 2012
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Posted a day late due to my apartment not having internet, though the picture was found on the 24th.

 

I first saw this picture on the internet yesterday morning.  I had left the apartment early to sit somewhere with wi-fi.  Seeing this picture reminded me of a lot of things.  Of the Beach Boardwalk, an amusement park in CA where I spent many an hour, with roller coasters I know like the back of my own hand.  Of my summer spent in a production of Grease, dressed up in leather with my hair slicked back, since not many tweenage boys wanted to spend their summers in the theater.

It’s the kinda picture that makes me wish I was there, sitting on a ledge with a nice view to be able to take it all in for real.


Dream Desk

September 25, 2012
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My desk, as it is now, leaves a lot to be desired.  Four legs and flat surface, assembled by mine own two hands.  It doesn’t even have a drawer to its name.

In another reality, though… I’d have a desktop long and wide as my bed, at least.  Enough room for a state of the art computer with a half-dozen monitors and a tablet.  If my mood changed to a more physical art, so would my desk.  The monitors would all swing higher, out of the way, and the keyboard and mouse would slide to the side, leaving an expansive space for whatever project had captured my fancy (but keeping access to the computer so I could easily look up references, or for tunes to play as I work.

There’d be plenty of room below for my feet to kick around, bars at just the right feet to kick them up on as I focus.  Within my reach there’d be a wealth of drawers, small and large.  Inside all the drawers there’d be little compartments to further section them off, and ensure I’d have a place for everything.

As for the actual appearance of the desk, I could go either of two ways.  I could see a modern desk, angles rounded only enough to keep me from injuring myself on them.  Glass would cover the drawers, opening by only a tap as if there were some sort of modern magic (magnets, probably).

If not sleek  and modern, then my desk would look as though it was built a century ago, and built to last.  Dark wood with thick lines of black going through, a well placed knot for me to trace as I think.  Drawers with shiny metal handles.  When you pull a drawer out it might rumble a little but still slides out with ease.

No matter the style of desk, though, the chair would be amazing.  Plush dark leather, like sinking into a cloud.  It would support all the way to my head, but could be detached at several points, allowing me to ditch the headrest, or even the top section if I wanted to sit backwards and lean forward.  It would have wheels, of course, allowing me to get wherever I please without leaving its comfort.


Why am I here?

September 25, 2012
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Less than a week ago I got on a plane and crossed the country.  Leaving California meant leaving behind a lot — loving mother and sister, some of the best friends a girl could as for, a valley I know like the back of my hand.  Such a big move is certainly not for everyone.  So why did I do it?  Why Drexel?

Because one day many years ago my father came home with a Nintendo 64 and I played my first game.  Because, since then, games have been a constant source of inspiration and entertainment.  Because of all the hours I have spent playing with friends.  Because of all the times I’ve felt triumphant over a victory and all the times I’ve been moved to tears, of either frustration or sadness.  Because video games are becoming sometime amazing, something emotional, and I want to be a part of it.

And Drexel is the best-connected school to help me realize those dreams.


Brain Bank 1.2

September 25, 2012
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There were some anti-abortion protesters out by the library when I walked to it.  Graphic pictures and everything.  It was another one of those “Wow this is really happening in real life” moments.  I know we’re supposed to include media to illustrate our inspiration but that’s really not the kind of stuff I want to spread around.  They were gone when I left a few hours later, replaced by a bank that gave me a free pretzel.  Much better.

It certainly left an impression, which is undoubtedly what they were going for.


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