Thu 14/05/09 22:22
I had a great time yesterday. :)
Last night I took part in my second graduation ceremony since I’ve become a professor. I’m not really sure why, but I really like graduations, and for being a relatively small school, AUD has a knack for having the best I’ve seen. They usually have high profile guest speakers, fireworks, and a well rehearsed ceremony. One year, before I was here, they had Bill Clinton speak, last year they had the Secretary of Education, and this year we had Colin Powell as the guest speaker. I’m a fan of Mr. Powell’s so it was an honor to say hello and shake his hand.
I have to say though that the best, and for that matter, the worst part of graduations is seeing some of the students graduate. Maybe I just need more time as a professor to get used to seeing students move on, but for now it’s kind of sad. Last night two of my favorites left and I was happy for both of them, but sad to think I may not see them again…

A picture of some of the best students that I’ve had, and a photo of Colin Powell leaving the graduation hall. This is were I shook his hand a mumbled something like, “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.”
I need a new camera too, look at the quality of the photos… the graduation gowns are supposed to be black and they look blue, and all the photos came out really dark. Oh well, I always say that I take photos to remind me, not for other people… and they will remind me of a very cool evening. :)

So The Fleeting Moment is long since done and all the work has taken its rightful place leaning against the wall or hidden somewhere out of the way. The only thing that remained uncompleted was the interview that PBS did on the exhibition. So in an desperate attempt to prolong my need to go into the office to do some paperwork, I decided to see if it was up on the PBS.org website… it was.



Nine Dubai-based artists showcase their latest artwork in an exhibition of contemporary painting, drawing, photography, sculpture, and video. This group of artists all address different themes in their work, however their current show converges around the idea of the fleeting moment, the passing of someone on the street, the opportunity taken or missed, the instant in time that is recorded. We look at this recording for an instant, a minute, maybe even five minutes. Sometimes the impression stays with us, sometimes it fades away. Sometimes the constant din of a city that never stops regains control of our senses, and the fleeting moment is just that.
