Subterranean Beefworks

Sexy

Today was an outstanding walk to dinner and back. I brought my camera with the intention to have a little fotofeature for Beefworks, so j'all could see where I live 'n shit. It turns out nature and the universe were prepared to put on a great show for me. The pictures that follow rather suck compared to what I saw with my eyes, but there are some nice ones. Sorry about the low resolution, but there is only so much webspace.

It began with some shots out of my window. The third floor of Warren C is uncannily similar to submarine life. With skanky, low-pressure showers, toilets that choke and struggle pitifully through flushing, narrow hallways, and stifling temperatures, the one saving grace is my lovely view.

The Hotel Bethlehem is out there. I want to go there someday. How sleezy of me.

And down towards the road. My window makes me want to be a flying squirrel.

This is our stoop. Many a stranger has been met and charmed by its power. It's easily one of the best places to chill.

You'll see this building (Admissions) as you enjoy the stoop. With the crickets, the passing cars, the few visible stars, and the smell of cigarette smoke, it is easy to see how one gets lost in the experience of sitting outside.

I have philosophy in the balmy, unairconditioned quarters of this building. It's real pretty though.

A place for tossing the pleather and walking through. We found 2 cases of vanilla coke and a pair of white women's underwear by the emergency phone.

Someone shoved me into this and said some stuff about cultural differences before stabbing me. I thought I would take the picture for posterity.

This is basically our dining hall.

This is where the trip starts getting weird. There were suddenly two cats on the prowl, probably hunting or exploring or some such thing that cats do.

I followed him for a while...

...and met his friend. But they pretty much kept to themselves.

How rude of me to be so invasive.

This is some yogurt that I didn't buy. I did get some burger king though.

After food, I made my way back to Warren. Hoping to find some good pictures, I took the long way home through the Admissions yard. Here is when the trip turned awesome....

As I made my way down the walkway, I came upon a discarded camera lense. Always fascinated by anything manufactured with precision, I picked up the lense thinking I had found a cool little item. It had these weird dimples in the glass, presumably for creative picture effects. I tried to be creative myself and took some pics with it...

How symbolic...mmmmm

How stark...mmmmm

I wasn't satisfied with my attempts at creativity, so I hung out on some steps for a bit, wondering if there was anything I could do with this lense that would look good in a picture. I rolled it off a stair, I examined it, I diddled with it, but I was out of ideas.

Then I heard a female voice. She was on a phone, speaking anxiously to someone on a cellphone. I walked back up the stairs, rolling possibilities around my head, thinking that she probably had something to do with the lense. I approached her from a few meters away, lense held forth hesitantly in one hand. She looked at me, first as a stranger, but then as "some guy who has it, some guy" who "found it!" as she told her mom on the phone who was helping her freak out.

And thus was my first kiss at Lehigh. A grateful hug and a peck on the cheek for finding her lost camera lense.

It's not every day you get to be a hero, so I really enjoyed trumping this up for all of you. I love when shit like this happens. Inclination after inclination, after another inclination put everything together and I was able to feel like King Shit for a day. Hells. Yeah.

Posted by Alchemae at August 31, 2003 07:57 PM