So much has happened since my last post! It’s been a crazy week or so, getting settled into my program and getting back into the swing of things with school–which, as promised, is not at all like undergrad and not at all what I expected. It’s better.
My program had a four. day. orientation. Yes, that’s right: four days of listening to presentations, awkward socialization (which actually turned out to be pretty great), and FREE FOOD. It’s good to know that even in graduate school they still understand that free food is the best way to keep students happy. Luckily for us students, however, these were spread out over the course of two weeks, giving us plenty of time to fit in other activities, which I certainly did!
About a week and a half ago, my program invited whoever was interested to partake in a hike at Rattlesnake Ledge, a four mile round-trip hike that, while not too difficult, was certainly not an easy uphill climb. Gaining approximately 1160 ft throughout the hike (told ya it wasn’t too challenging!), the hike boasts an exposed rock ledge at the very top, at which we took advantage of excellent views and stopped to eat our sack lunches. After snapping a few pictures and munching on my flatbread peanut butter and jelly sandwich and my farmer’s market fresh pear, I began the descent down, which, as always, seemed to last half as long as the ascent. At the trailhead, there is a small but beautiful lake, appropriately named Rattlesnake Lake, which provided some final beautiful views of the Pacific Northwest wilderness before returning to the hustle and bustle of the city. I look forward to returning to the wilderness many times–I certainly appreciated how quiet it was, compared to my city apartment!
After the hike, some of my museology friends and I decided to pay a visit to the Henry Art Gallery. We were mostly interested in Martin Creed’s “Work No. 360: Half the air in a given space,” as it was closing that weekend. Upon hearing about it during an informational session at the Henry that week, we just HAD to go see it. Essentially, Martin Creed’s installations consist of filling spaces full of balloons, allowing museum visitors to interact with the piece in essentially any way they wish. What this meant to us was diving right in (metaphorically, of course!). Once the museum worker opened the door and gave us the OK, we poured into the room, swatting at balloons and burrowing ourselves into the room full of balloons. While I expected to feel anxiety at the claustrophobia-inducing space, I found it so ridiculous that I couldn’t stop laughing. I was instantly reminded of all of those matter models we had to watch in middle school: It felt like all of the balloons were individual atoms bumping into each other. Beyond that, though, it felt like a wild, absurd adventure–a trip into Wonderland, if you will. All in all, a very good time. While the exhibit is now closed, I would highly recommend it if you are ever presented with the opportunity to be in a room full of balloons. Definitely a perspective-changer.
Later that night, we went to pub trivia night at the Roosevelt Ale House, where I learned it’s okay to be a nerd and geek out over weird things–it just might get you the correct answer to a question! While our team did not end up winning the contest, we certainly had a ton of fun, and I can’t wait to go back and redeem ourselves soon (we just need a person or two with some sports knowledge)!
A few nights ago, I had another new experience, this time involving food. As a child, I hadn’t really been exposed to foods of the greater Asian continent, given my mom’s migraines and sensitives to MSG, so I had never really developed a palate for the foods of the Far East. That, in addition to my food intolerances to both rice and soy, kept me away from these types of foods for most of my life. However, what is a girl to do when she’s surrounded by a plethora of ethnic foods?! Give it a try! After much deliberation, I settled on an Udon (pronounced you-don) place cleverly named U:Don on The Ave, a popular street in the University District packed with restaurants, bars, and little boutiques. Essentially, the restaurant serves wheat flour noodles served in broth or with sauce, which you can pair with tempura-battered veggies or spring rolls. I chose to have my noodles Soup-style in the green onion and ginger dashi broth with some tempura broccoli and green beans. Delicious. There was only one problem to my food adventure (and it was a big one): chopsticks. Being extremely inexperienced with chopsticks and chopstick-foods, I did not quite know how to use them–or even really how to hold them–and, being surrounded by those who had grown up with chopsticks as a part of their culture, I felt as though I at least had to try. I certainly wasn’t going to be the girl who had to ask for a fork! After taking a few moments to study others’ technique, I made my best effort… and failed. Trying again and again, I eventually maneuvered the slippery noodles into my mouth, enjoying every last bite. I will certainly be returning soon to practice my chopstick technique.
On top of all of this, classes have also begun! This means reading, reading, and more reading (and lots of tea and coffee to accompany it). A lot of this reading is finally practical and relevant to my life, though, so I certainly do not mind. In fact, I find it pretty enjoyable (#nerdlife)!
Whew. If you actually read all of this, throw me a comment or something because you deserve a pat on the back or a unicorn or something (Hi Mom!). However, if you DID read all of this, I like your taste. 🙂
Smell you later,