Category Archives: Fictives

I Can Fit in a Cage

What exactly are they doing up there at CCRMA? Why does the Center for Computer Research in Music and Acoustics have a cage? Is it for bad bad grad students?

Cage B

I’ve been looking for a cage ever since my bestie DD gave me this shirt. Finally!

 

Cage A

Cage C

 

 

I have Photoshop and I can do five things with it. Here they are.  Note: I have no idea how I did thing #3.

Cage D

Cage E

 

Cage G

Cage F

Cage H

Special thanks to my trusty assistant Velda – who steadied the cage and promised to call an ambulance if I knocked it over while trying to get back out.

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Who can fit in a cello locker? Nina and me.

What’s behind door number one?

What’s behind door number three?

It’s a cello, it’s a Sara, it’s a Nina Lee!

locker 1

locker 2

locker 3

locker 4

locker 5

locker 6

locker 7

locker 8

locker 9

locker 10

 

Special thanks to my trusty assistants Tiffani, Drew, Nick, and Kim.

Trash Pile!!!

LOOK WHAT I FOUND!

I can fit in there and there and there and there and there.

Trash Pile a

Trash Pile b

Trash Pile c

Trash Pile d

Trash Pile e

Trash Pile f

Trash Pile g

Trash Pile h

Trash Pile i

Trash Pile j

Trash Pile k

THANK YOU and extra hugs to art director / photographer extraordinaire / trusty assistant Velda.