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We went to the DUMBO Art Festival today. To get there we followed a trail of shaving cream, leading us to the main gallery. We checked it out and Eric discovered this art project where a guy set up a call-in service. He wanted people to call with something they've found or lost. Another option is to listen to messages. I've so far only listened to them. Some are actually meaningful but most are stupid things left by people who just wanted to call a random number. Eric left about ten messages. We even took his phone away at one point (then he just stole Max's and used that for a bit). We ate pizza in a park right under the Manhattan Bridge in a park and hung out. Then we came back to Pratt and decided to actually do homework. Not much got done. Tomorrow (Today?) I'm hoping to go to the Renfaire at the Cloisters and then to dinner with my Aunt. It should be nice. But it means I get very little work done. Not so good. Bleh, I have to redesign the Comedy Central logo in addition to all my other Vis Comm homework. I am so very not excited for Monday right now.