Entry chamber, Ancient Egyptian Museum of Cairo
I remember being so excited to visit the Cairo museum. I'd point out the window and gleefully squeal every time my class bus passed it on the freeway, and when the day finally came to go, I could hardly wait to get inside the gate.
What I expected was the typical museum: dim lighting to protect the artifacts, climatically controlled air quality, and information plaques that tell you what everything is. You know, typical museum stuff.
What it really had to offer was the largest warehouse of ancient junk in the world. Sweet-awesome, valuable junk, but still. Nothing was organized, categorized, explained, or labeled, but rather was all thrown together like a ton of random boardgame tokens. And on top of it all, fluorescent lights through the whole place, 100% humidity, 94 degree temps. (Seriously, I fear for the the papyri. They're built for desert climates, not hot moist museums.)
There was a really cool mummified crocodile though! 
Note the dust on top of its case--gross.
I don't care if it's actually a raspberry sauce over frosting; cake is not supposed to look like spaghetti and meatballs.
(Photography as seen from my tour bus)
My dear friend Amber is in town visiting from Colorado. We're getting together to chat tomorrow and I'm so excited.
Irresistible, isn't it? Ohhhhhh that color!
I hereby state my love for any and all rainbow umbrellas!
I spotted some snazzy chick carrying one of these dandies earlier today, and began to covet. I pointed across the walkway and, in awe, muttered "ROY-GEE-BIHV!" Hopefully I muttered it soft enough that nobody else heard me say it, but knowing my tendency for *ahem* loudness, that seems to much to hope for.
ModernMechanix Magazine, Dec 1932
My friend Kasey Rasmussen was my impromptu Huntsman.
("Bring me Snow White's Heart!" and all that)
A couple of weeks ago my Folk Dance club had a time-period theme party. Each team in the club dressed as a different era of time, and my team had the renaissance/medieval period.
I cannibalized a few pieces from a local thrift store, borrowed a puffy-shirt from a friend, and dug out tons of junk jewelry that my aunt gave me.Voila! Instant Queen-Isabella-of-Spain. The pearls draped through my hair was a nifty touch, I think. Sweet that I made this costume in less than an hour though, yeah? YEAH! (That's Kasey's sword, though. I definitely don't have cool stuff like that in my closet. But he let me knight people with it! Sweeeeet!)
(Above) The Pavlo Virsky Ukrainian National Folk Dance Ensemble
So many people ask me what it was really like to live in Jerusalem. Did Jews and Palestinians get along at all? What do people wear there? Did you feel safe? I've decided to publish a photo collection of things I saw when I was just walking around town: no cathedrals, field trips, or touristy stuff, but only the ordinary moments that I observed every day.
This is the first addition. Orthodox Jews walk through the street as Palestinians play backgammon to the right of them. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Old City, Jerusalem, Israel, 2007.
Mmmm, Autumn starts tomorrow. Brisky breezes, pumpkin pie, and colored leaves in the canyon; I can't wait.
I need pictures.
This is me begging you on my knees-- if you've taken a picture of something for me over the summer, or last month, (like, say, a picture of my hairstyle, or my new clothes, or me & Dylan, or ESPECIALLY of a cake that I made,) could you please please please please please email me the pictures so that I can blog about them? Thank you.
Along with my everlasting gratitude you will also feel the joy of knowing that you won't ever have to do that for me again, as-- tah da! I got my own camera fixed. Yay!
P.S. Movie Quote of the Day! (please guess) "If you promise never to enter that room I'll see to it... that you receive whatever dessert you prefer every night you are here." (hint: the guy saying it has a thick accent.)
I'm a tweensy bit behind, if you haven't noticed. :) Don't worry, I'll get there quick. So, August 17th I got my braces off.
BEFORE
& AFTER
...but this picture's my favorite. Tee hee.
Entry chamber, Ancient Egyptian Museum of Cairo
Note the dust on top of its case--gross. 
