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University Graduation Cap, 2011: Whovian style. A step-by-step process.
My university allows (even encourages) graduating students to decorate their graduation caps, all the better for family members to see. I didn’t decide my design until the night before my graduation ceremony.
Gallifreyan text is so intricate and beautiful, there was no other choice for me. Plus, it spoke of my love for Doctor Who, as well as my status as a nerd, without proclaiming it in large, obvious letters.
Sketched with white colored pencil on black polyester, with the help of circle-shaped objects found around the apartment. Traced with gold puffy paint.
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Ok. When I am pregnant in the (distant!!) future, you best believe I’ll be wearing this shirt. Because my kid(s) will have a childhood filled with things like Star Wars and Doctor Who, The Fifth Element and Back to the Future, will read books like The Phantom Tollbooth and Surviving the Applewhites, like Ender’s Game and all the Roald Dahl books, and of course Harry Potter.
(Also, this company’s maternity shirt line is hilarious and awesome.)
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Time travel.
Or: What I would do if I had a little blue box and a Doctor.
If I could travel through time, I’d visit the Globe Theatre during Shakespeare’s time.
Maybe I’d see what the 50s were like, with that sparkling optimism from winning WWII.
Or travel to the 40s and be swept up in all the roaring patriotism. Rosie the Riveter.
Perhaps I’d join the suffragettes, meet Susan B. Anthony, picket and protest and get thrown in jail for daring to have an opinion.
History is this great big jumble of really awesome, really devastating, terrible, amazing, wonderful, horrifying moments. It would be awesome if I could witness some of those moments I’ve only studied in class or read in books. What it must have been like for the actors in the Ford Theatre after Lincoln was shot. What it must have been like on VJ Day, as jubilation and relief swept through the nation. What it must have been like to drink bootleg liquor in a speakeasy, or watch the Harlem Renaissance flourish.
To be a person on the bus when Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat. Did those passengers know that they were witness to one of the key moments of the civil rights movement?
To be an audience member as Hamlet was performed for the first time. Ever. Did the audience know that they were watching a play that, hundreds of years later, people would still read?
To see Frank Sinatra live.
To watch Beethoven conduct his Symphony No. 6 in F major, Op. 68.
The future would be pretty cool to see, too. Do we ever get flying cars? Does the apocalypse occur with a nuclear war? Do we begin to travel to the far reaches of the Earth? What would the 51st century be like? Do we learn from our mistakes or do we continue to fight and kill and hate?
It’s weird but lately I’ve been thinking how cool it would be to experience a different time. Obviously not possible.
Time travel. How cool would that be?
(And this musing was definitely brought on by the rather odd combination of Doctor Who, a 1932 gangster movie, a viewing of the Royal Shakespeare Company’s version of Hamlet, and history geekery.)
