I mentioned in my previous entry that I am aware I haven’t been updating these blog entries as frequently as I would have liked…that is not to say that my camera hasn’t been glued to my hands the duration of this course, snapping shot after shot that sits unused in my laptop. This post resembles A Russian Journal‘s chapter five, in that all of a sudden, a flurry of photographs is going to dominate a work that was previously ruled by text. I certainly wasn’t prevented from taking photographs by the KGB though. The only thing stopping me from posting these photos earlier was my conviction that they were my convictions that they weren’t “good enough.” Well, I’ve come to the realization that although these pictures aren’t necessarily fabulous enough to be worth individual blog entries on, perhaps they’ll make for an interesting post if displayed together.

 
The Periodic Table of Elements in all its glory. This chart has been the center of my existence for the duration of the semester. No photo can possibly communicate the all-encompassing, the vastness, the epic influence this chart has come to play on my life.

 

 
My cell phone, an equally prevalent presence in my life. It’s been dropped from flights of stairs, stolen and returned, it’s got scars from when I accidentally left my hair-straightener on top of it, and teeth marks from where my dog has gotten hold of it. This stupid little electronic device is the god of modern times, and as much as I don’t want to admit it I worry sometimes that I’ve fallen victim to its worship.

 
A cafeteria shot. Look at the massive pile of food on that gentleman’s plate. It is literally a pile of food.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
Some hot dogs, which seems like a bit of a misnomer considering they were cold and clammy. This photo has an interesting ability, I’ve come to realize. The hot dogs look more disgusting the longer you look at them.

 

 

 

 
Why are there so many squirrels in Ann Arbor? They are everywhere, and have no fears approaching students. I have a theory that one day, Ann Arbor will be home to the first entirely domesticated squirrels.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
This is one of those photos that means nothing without an accompanying description. This is the CC Little Bus Stop, where a group of students had been waiting for a bus for nearly 20 minutes. They had grown impatient, and had actually started started singing a rambunctious rendition of “Bohemian Rhapsody.” They were loud, they were theatric, and they were having so much fun that the individual to the leftmost of the picture (presumably a homeless person) decided to join in the fun. The singing stopped abruptly, and the performers scattered. The three individuals pictured are watching these frightened musicians flee their stage.

 
Finally, a photograph of a ficus. It’s been so cold and windy outside, and this fake little tree just summarizes the tragedy of the Ann Arbor winter. We so desperately pine for the natural and exotic that we’ve resorted to crafting these fake pieces of wildness and setting them about our plaster and drywall buildings where they remind us of the comfortable environments the human race have so successfully gone about avoiding.

Speaking of avoiding, I assure the reader I will no longer go about avoiding posting my pictures to the blog, no matter how inconsequential I think the images are. Once the photos have been uploaded, formatted, and captioned, they all seem a bit more legitimate, and I grow more fond of them. Except for that hot dog picture. That photo will always be gross.

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