I can’t remember where I found these wonderful paper foodstuffs, but I stumbled across them while cleaning out one of my harddrives today and had to share:

For this weary traveler (metaphoric, of course–I haven’t left this area code for weeks), happiness is a homemade grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of tomato soup (although ph’o has come in as a close second on the comfort food list lately). After a long day in the saddle and a wonderful 3×3 lecture, I came home and made myself the ultimate treat.

Extra sharp cheddar cheese, sour rye bread, pure delight.

Here’s looking at you, projectors.

If I had to pick two things to only eat for the rest of my life, they would be frozen yogurt and pho.

Editorial is in a room where they also hold a Drawing Concepts class. This is a snake.

Blood.

Brains.

Kelsey drew this picture of my cat in a coffee cup in another late night Winchell’s expedition.

Scanwiches is a site that encompasses all my favorite things: food, photography (in a sense), and combining two words to make a new word (Lila knows what I mean). Seems kinda messy though.

Ok, so this should catch us up on the last few weeks. Now I’ll be able to post guilt-free, right?

Weird things I found on the table in our Communication Design 1 classroom.

Dark clouds from the roof of the parking structure in Old Town Pasadena.

Late-night taco extravaganzas with Kelsey

The underside of the bridge at school.

My good friend Strahan graduated this term, so I took him to Houston’s for good ol’ fashioned American food.

This is the facade of Milk, a fun little cafe on Beverly that we went to for Jo’s birthday last week.

This is the sun setting across the street.

This is the sun setting in Pasadena.

YESSSSS

Today I had Pho v2.0, less than 12 hours after my last incident. This time Jo and I went to Golden Deli, and it was most delicious. As you may have noticed, I have a bit of a pho fetish, and having Vietnamese friends is only making it more accessible to me.

I also had this Vietnamese coffee concoction for the first time. I loved it so much I went an bought the appropriate materials (single cup coffee filter, and condensed milk). Stronger than drip coffee, slightly weaker than espresso–it was love at first…sip?

Modular foodstuffs.

Modular food pt.2

I would like to point out that today is Halloween, a holiday for which I exhibit many shades of disapproval. No, I’m not dressing up or going to that party you were talking about in the hallway. I don’t need Halloween, my packaging homework is scary enough.

I’ve started trying to cook again. I’m finding it to be a really nice way to decompress and take care of myself for a few minutes at the end of the day.

Also, I discovered my “George Foreman,” and I can’t believe it took me two years to use this thing. Do you see those eggplants? 15 minutes to pure delicious.

I’m having a minor multi-media (in the literal sense) crisis. I’ve arrived in Memphis for Make/Think, and part of my (self-inflicted) responsibility to team Art Center / AIGA is to keep everyone back home informed on speakers, lectures, workshops–and of course, the hottest hairstyles. I’m doing this both in the form of an ACCD/AIGA blog, and some twitter action.

Herein lies the problem: personal blog, AIGA blog? Personal twitter, AIGA twitter? The moral of the story, pick your poison. AIGA stuff will be more event and network oriented, personal stuff will be more picture and travel oriented. For now I’m just going to copy and paste, because I’m lazy (pictures at the bottom):

After what seemed like an endless day of airports, crying babies, and attempted homework, I finally arrived in Memphis. The AIGA socializing began even before I got off the plane, with Sean Adams aboard (small world, smaller city, American Airlines loyalty) and Shel Perkins, who I met later. We found Jay Ganaden (AIGA SF) after we landed, and all hopped in a taxi to The Marriott.

I was invited to an AIGA Memphis Chapter party at Earnestine & Hazel’s, which is an incredibly old (now) bar in the Historic Main St. district of Memphis. My taxi driver became my two-minute-tourguide, and showed me both Beale Street (where you can literally drink on the street), and the hotel where MLK was shot. Falling apart in that wonderfully-ancient way that we don’t get in Los Angeles, E&H was a brothel until 1990 and appeared in the movie Elizabethtown. I didn’t bring my camera last night, but I’m hoping for a return visit to get pictures soon.

I woke up early to register, then rode the trolley with friend to The Arcade (considered the oldest restaurant in Memphis).

Frequented by Elvis and just about everyone else passing through, this diner was not so much tasty as eclectic. They did have sweet potato pancakes though–which I ordered, of course.

On the way back we saw Michael Vanderbyl sitting in our hotel lobby, drinking coffee like normal people do. I was really excited, but tried not to show it. It’s like going to a national dentist convention and seeing the guy that revolutionized whitening–am I allowed to get starstruck when it’s such a specific genre?

Biding my time until the student portion of the conference starts, I’ve noticed that from my hotel room I can see the Mississippi River, the Hernando de Soto Bridge, and Arkansas.

Somewhere over Los Angeles

The Arcade–oldest restaurant in Memphis

Brunch? (This picture doesn’t accurately show how greasy it really was)

Downtown Memphis

Mississippi River, Hernando de Soto Bridge, and Arkansas from my room