Hot Air Balloons Minus the Hot Air and Ridiculously Spicy Ramen

Yo doods!

What do you get when you put a gaggle of art students, the word volume, and a gigantic box of I <3 NY plastic bags together in a single room? A hot air balloon-parachute hybrid, of course! Before the facepalmings and o_o's begin, let me explain what happened today.

Well, Adriana, being the quirky teacher that she is, decided to be a little different than your average everyday 3D professors. She essentially chucked a stack of plastic bags with the logo so synonymous with tourists and the Big Apple and had us quilt them together to form a gargantuan bubble. Strenuous, but fun, nevertheless.

But how the hell did we manage to get this thing to float up in the air? That's where the parachute part of our hot air balloon-parachute hybrid comes in. We managed to get ahold of a fan and bumped it up to high. Unfortunately, however, we, being the retarded art students that we are, don't know how to sew, so there were one or two holes scattered throughout our plastic bag bulb resulting in some flotation issues.

After stringing our plastic bag balloon to the ceiling pipes with fishing line, we finally got our bubble to stay afloat without any human support. That was exciting. Nothing reads accomplishment like finally getting your plastic bulb to hover over a fan on full blast.

We stood around it for a good ten minutes or so and then, just decided that it was "cute." Which it was, but this is coming from a group of students who supposedly go to Cooper Union, mind you. We have a way with words, what can I say?

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So after class, I usually grab a bite to eat since I don't really like to chow down under such short time restraints (only an hour for lunch--I'm a slow eater!). Anyways, there is a lot to choose from; the streets are brimming with unique little food places where you can find virtually anything. Today, I decided to go for the Korean.

I want to say that it's on Waverly, but I'm not entirely sure. I have terrible navigational skills--probably a result of growing up in the suburbs. But I digress. This tiny Korean place is in the middle of a quiet little street, away from the bustling shops and crowded restaurants on Broadway. Simple furniture set up, nice cashier, killer menu design. It's seems nice and quaint and cute, so why the hell not?


I ordered a bowl of chicken ramen for about $7-$8, and I can honestly say, not the best idea for a 80-something degree day in July. For those who have never had Korean-style ramen before, it's a scorching bowl of broth with a whole lot of thick and chewy noodles. I mean, I love spicy and I love Korean ramen. But this place just overdid it by about 55 degrees; I felt like I was going to vomit flames. The chicken had a decent char taste from grilling, but it was dry, and the shiitake mushrooms were cold. It certainly not worth the $8.

Ah, I guess, better luck next time...

Gracias Por Leía,
Cody