A video my friends and I put together when I ran for an Arts and Culture position in College

A video my friends and I put together when I ran for an Arts and Culture position in College
My trip to Paris, January 2012
This is an NYC brochure I made in my desktop publishing class. So the pages are not consecutive because when you print a brochure it comes out in a weird order for folding purposes. For each page I took that I<3NY concept but then switched the heart for the subject it was dealing with. The “take a bite out of” font did not come out how I originally designed for some reason.
In my desktop publishing class we had to make a mock Magazine for the Guggenheim Museum
Happy Channukah! Hand painted menorah by me
Getting into my car every morning, I think about the road ahead of me. Yes there will be other cars on the road and driving can be dangerous. My anxious feeling about the dangers of driving does not prevent me from doing so. I still get to school every day. However this idea came into my head yesterday on my way home from Queens College. I had always thought that there should be some sort of means of communication between you and the other drivers on the road. Here we are, thousands of us on the Van Wyk sitting in our contraptions of metal and steel that can very well kill someone if used the wrong way, and the only way to communicate is through honking, or the seldom used flashing of light. Cars are like unintelligible creatures trying to get to their destination and the only way they can talk to other cars is through the only word in their language, “honk!”. This one word can mean a myriad of things. It can mean, “move!” or “don’t move!” or other not nice words.
It can be frightening wanting to switch lanes. You signal, and then hope for the best. The car you are cutting off might not let you go in front of him. This can be a dangerous conundrum. “Is he letting me through? Is he not?”. I find myself in these situation daily. The results can be deadly, or you just pissed him off and you’ll find him pulling up next to you, rolling down his windows and cursing you out, (true story).
I imagine cars having chat bubbles above them saying things such as, “Hey blue Honda Accord, can I go in front of you? I need to get out at the next exit.” or “Watch where you’re going kid! You almost hit me!” Now all those people you curse under your breath while driving you can do out loud, though I doubt you’d want to. But really what is lacking from cars, is respect. It feels like every car is out there for themselves. When letting another car cut in front of you, there is no “thank you” in response. We’ve become unintelligible animals on the road. Your trip to the mall is a dangerous one. Don’t expect other drivers to be nice out there. All of us on the road are looking to get to point B, but what we fail to realize is the other thousand drivers on the road with us. It is a driving community, and we’re all in this together, so who says a car cannot be polite?
More Israel pictures
Snippets from Israel
“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” -Dumbledore. (J.K Rowling)
Some where over Idaho, Nov, 13, 2011