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To the papi (and mami) who raised my 2 amazing sisters and me, to the dad who inspired me to ask why, always, to the dad who taught me that playing with calculators and pencil collections can be just as fun as all things pink, to the dad who’s faster with the gadgets than Gizmodo or Engadget, to the dad who never let me give up, before the end of both degrees…thank you!
To the dad that gave us all an education to be forever grateful for, timed just right so that the last one would finish on father’s day 
Happy Graduation Paula!
Dad, thank you for giving the shirt off of your back for everyone! Thanks for picking the best mom in the world to be by your side. Thank you for being a role model, thank you for being you!
I love you daddy!
Well, really that’s both of you donkeys. Way to go, smooshing your graduations all together. You always wanted to be twins, but sheesh!
I tried to find the most embarrassing picture of you, just to keep it real and all
Camila, you’ll be done done in August—your congrats post can wait
Paula, no matter what any ME department tells you, congrats! Congrats Pulita, you did it…you really did it! You showed CP (and SLO) who’s the boss, even if Jack pooped in your lab (I keeeed, I keeed)! It definitely wasn’t easy, and I’m so so proud of you!
You’ve come a long long way–from Kansas really. My first memory that summarizes the Paula of yesteryear was when our matching bedroom furniture was delivered (Camila was too young to qualify for it) and one set had a scratch on the hutch. I cried and screamed to no end about how ruined my new room was. You, being the cool cucumber that you are, shrugged your shoulders and told mom and dad we could switch. The scratch was nothing to you, and seeing me upset was worse. There’s video of me opening your 22 Barbies at your 5th birthday, typical me, typical you. Me trying to help, convincing myself I was being helpful, taking 27 years to realize I was being controlling and not so nice. It took you these past 23.5 years of your life to finally understand that I had the best intentions…from the days of winnie the pooh and the big yellow teeth, I really just didn’t know how to show you I cared about you.
I’ve given you quite the adventure of tough love over the past 10 years, but I knew you could take it. You were my IM-ing best friend when I needed it most during college, and despite the rougher stages in our communication, we found a way to make it work (IM, who knew?). You graduated from Pres, went on to become an engineer at CP, and even though you said I was your inspiration, I put that idea back in your court and say you were your own inspiration, and you blew any inspiration I might have given you outta the water.
You became ESC president and leader extraordinare in so many ways. You joined a sorority, became house manager up on the hill, and managed to get the offer I patiently waited for and never got from the internet behometh. You raised a fun-loving doggie/son and kept a smile on your face through it all. You excelled beyond your wildest dreams, and always with a smile on your face. You fell down, and got up in your pink heels, tossed your hair aside, and really showed everyone that you would have the last laugh.
I’m so proud of you. I can’t wait to watch you settle into your grown up life. Viva Argentina y Brasil! Congratulations Paula, it’s your moment…cherish it!
Wahoo, I’m so excited to make it to another Cirque show. The last one I went to was a few winters ago in SF, and the closest thing after that was Corteo (horseys!) the day (can you believe that?) that we got Summy.
It’s been a solid 3 years since I’ve been to a Cirque du Soleil show and I’m so excited I could just burst. This show will be at the new National Harbor in MD, so we’ll get a chance to check out this new site as well. Show is not until November, so we’ve got a while to go–we’re talking post-marathon here, woah!
“Kooza tells the story of The Innocent, a melancholy loner in search of his place in the world.
KOOZA is a return to the origins of Cirque du Soleil: It combines two circus traditions – acrobatic performance and the art of clowning. The show highlights the physical demands of human performance in all its splendor and fragility, presented in a colorful mélange that emphasizes bold slapstick humor.
The Innocent’s journey brings him into contact with a panoply of comic characters such as the King, the Trickster, the Pickpocket, and the Obnoxious Tourist and his Bad Dog.
Between strength and fragility, laughter and smiles, turmoil and harmony, KOOZA explores themes of fear, identity, recognition and power. The show is set in an electrifying and exotic visual world full of surprises, thrills, chills, audacity and total involvement.”
I opened my big mouth and spoiled Jeremy’s bday gift a whooping 3 months early. Ugh, I suck.
But in my defense, it’s just too exciting to keep quiet about. You see, I love tennis (I used to be decent at the sport, we’re talking high school so that was eons ago) and watching tourneys has sort of been our thing from the early days when I didn’t even live in DC. I have fond memories of the Legg Mason classic (for the 2 years that we went) but then this whole August wedding and August anniversary trip pattern got in the way
Fast forward to us trying to get some US Open tickets last year, and ya well that didn’t pan out. So this year I used my Amex member invitation to purchase them before they were open to the public. We’re headed to the US Open this year, and on the finals weekend (well it’s the Women’s semis and Men’s doubles finals) 
Maybe next year we’ll finally make it to a big final round match. All I know is I can remember the days of Livermore Tennis Club (when I was playing 12 & under tourneys) and my “dream” of all time was to make it out to watch the US Open. Check, yeah!
For anyone trying to get tickets, click the picture below for the few that are left.
A little Race for the Cure, with 7 training miles added (who doesn’t love 10 miles in 95+ degree humid DC weather? :P)
…followed by a little photography admiring with the family (I can’t believe we haven’t gone to the National Gallery in my 4 years living here!)
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![Richard Misrach, Untitled 1132-04 [Flippers], 2004](http://www.nga.gov/exhibitions/2008/misrach/images/misrach_flippers.jpg)
For more than thirty years, the American photographer Richard Misrach (b. 1949) has made provocative work that addresses contemporary society’s relationship to nature, especially the American West. Since 2001, he has made a series of large scale (six by ten feet), lushly colored photographs of swimmers and sunbathers in Hawaii. Looking down from a hotel room directly adjacent to the beach, he has eliminated all references to the horizon and sky to record people immersed in the idyllic environment. Yet, despite the beauty of the scene, a strange sense of disquietude pervades these photographs. Made in the days immediately after September 11, 2001, these photographs speak of the unease and sense of foreboding that pervaded the country after the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. The title of the series, On the Beach, is drawn from Nevil Shute’s cold war novel about nuclear holocaust. This exhibition will present 19 of these photographs.
Organization: This exhibition was initiated by The Art Institute of Chicago.
Then we’ll head out for some SEEEEEEE-FOOD!
code is “secretsale” for 30% off, sounds like a no-brainer to me
