Sleepless But Successful

I've been busy and in need of sleep all week, but things actually went pretty well. The critics seemed to favorably view the work that Michael and I pinned-up on Wednesday, and my interview with SmithGroup was pleasant and left me hopeful. I interviewed with a vice president of the D.C. branch, so I still need to connect with the folks in Minneapolis before I know the status of the situation. I like the company's work (especially their terminal in Detroit), and their Minneapolis location is extremely close to a Maple Grove Transit downtown drop-off point, so I won't need to drive to work. I'll be a happy camper.

The Sud'

There's something both amusing and likable in the sight of three young black men dressed in expensive, baggy Sean John clothing, over-sized gold chains, and white-on-white Yankees caps sitting aboard the bus in silence, working the Sudoku.

Stowaway

Last night was the architecture school's Black & White Beaux Arts Ball, an event that brought in numerous undergraduates in evening gowns and fine suites, a smattering of faculty in pantsuites and sportcoats, and lump of graduate students in a rather casual array of black and white. I had no intention of attending owing to a lack of time and funds (admission was $18), but since I hadn't left the studio since getting lunch around noon I found myself on the inside of the warehouse without ever passing through proper admission. By chance I was wearing a white shirt, so my attire drew little attention. There was an open bar from 10 to 11, and since I didn't pay I didn't want to abuse it, but I also noted that the ball was impeding my passage to the bus, and I thought a complementary screwdriver would balance things out. I think my trespass was excusable, because not only was there very little Absolut in my drink, I can truthfully say that upon discovering my illicit presence the president of the Architectural Student Association pardoned me for it.

$1.012907 In Change

Class was starting, and Aaron (our professor) and I were still in line for food, so he gave me some cash to pay for his meal while he went upstairs to start the session. His total came to $5.01, and I didn't have a penny, so dished out what looked like 99 cents in change. Interestingly enough, among the pennies was not only a Canadian penny (which are not that uncommon this close to the border) but a two-cent Euro coin, which is the same size and color as an American penny. I didn't want to burden the professor with change, so I gave him two paper ones. Calculating my total when I got home, I discovered that I actually came out ahead, since the strong Euro more than made up for the weak Canadian dollar. Of course this assumes that I someday get to use the Euro cent.