I went to see the Dalai Lama speak at Qwest Field. I know I should have been inspired, or awed, or at the very least attentive. But the fact is you could barely hear him due to a sound-system that’s designed for raging football announcers and jock jams, not soft-spoken spiritual leaders with thick accents.
Due to this fact, and a resurgence of latent childhood boredom, I made my own fun and took some pictures of shadows with my sister’s phone. Mine died early on in the game, I mean landmark cultural event.
