Make My Joy Complete

the calendar says sunday, but alas, i am not ready to return to the grind.

weekend in philly was fantastic. the train ride down went smoothly...passed a jillion factories with blown out windows that would be sweet studio spaces, but of course, in the middle of nowhere. saw independence hall (where the declaration of independence was read, and the constitution developed). as the tour guide constantly reminded us, "this is not a copy. this is not a reproduction." and upstairs, there was the Long Gallery. Tour Guide: "This is the Long Gallery. It is called this because it is long."

saw the liberty bell in all its cracked glory, remnants of Ben Franklin's house and a sweet letterpress and binding shop. we buttered up the workers, and got some insider info and demos on the machinery and techniques, and freebie prints. nerdy graphic designers...

ate a real cheesesteak. did you know that the real philly cheesesteak is made with CHEESEWHIZ? I wasn't that authentic, just sprung for the provelone. also ate at city tavern, which is an authentic restaurant from the colonial times. we ate off of pewter, were served by people in full colonial costume amazing food. we ate the bread and biscuits that thomas jefferson had!

ran up the stairs of the philadelphia museum of art (prolific and fabulous collection), while a man randomly hummed the "rocky" theme song for me. it was absolutely amazing.

other highlights... foster's design store (moma on discount), small talking with the italian hoagie man at the market, while he manually shredded cheese because the shredder broke, seeing ashley's amazing honey nut cheerios countdown.

since i see no celebrities, i am doing a book count.
book count: 3

g'night.