Wednesday, July 19, 2006

So much to do in the woods

Wheee! Too much to report. I wanted to post pictures but don't think that's nice computer etiquette when you're always using someone else's. Anyhow, we're just a half-week away from finishing this paper class, but Ox-Bow asked if I could stay an extra week b/c they're short on manpower. So I agreed: 20 hrs of work (probably in the kitchen) in exchange for room, board, and a studio! As much as I complain about bugs, heat, humidity, sun exposure, sweat, etc., it still is nice to be here. I just saw the black wax sculpture that a fellow here is working on from a cast she made off of the front of my body (right under the navel to right above the knees). That was fun to do and fun to see the product that came of it. The students in my class are great, the food is still excellent, and I still have a hard time sleeping. But it's all good. Andrea's family is up here now and it's so fun to see the kids running around. I've even gone into the lagoon twice! Hopefully soon I will canoe.

I was thinking of going to bed early tonight to get up early tomorrow so I can pull paper before anyone gets there. But now I doubt it will happen b/c I've been on the computer so long and have been talking to lots of great people. Time to return this lovely laptop.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Household delights

What I forgot to say yesterday: Tam and I had salad lunches on the grass in Wicker Park yesterday, when the weather was SO gorgeous (hot in the sun, cool in the shade, lotsa breeze, low humidity), and then went back to sit on her porch, where I read one of her knitting books and she knitted a swatch. I was reading in the book about blankets, and realized what kind of blanket person I am: I tote around bedding from home, always. I don't like having to buy new sheets and never even consider buying blankets or duvets or whatever, b/c I grew up thinking that mom had an endless supply, and so why bother? Since everything old is better (now that I'm old) - things nowadays are just not built to last. So, I'm kind of scared about what happens when this old quilt that I made w/mom about 8 yrs ago just dies (it's undersheet is ripping at the bottom). I lay in bed last night, unable to sleep b/c of fireworks noise, thinking of what clothes I have left that I can patch together. I told Tam I'd just make a quilt in Nebraska, on the prairie.

Then, we shift to the things I'm attached to that are completely unintelligible to me: electronics. The left one is Anne's and the right is mine: I just picked it up this morning, new logic board and all! I'm still installing the OS right now and SO nervous. Which is why I moved Anne's closer - so I can babysit mine and give it emotional support. I like to think that if my iBook gets up and running soon, AND I get back on track w/meditation in the mornings, then I'll feel like I have my legs and arm back and won't feel so crazy. I'd also like to report really exciting news: this morning, I 1. pumped gas into Anne's car (listen, I'm from NY where it's illegal to pump your own, so I've done it probably less times than I have fingers on one hand), 2. got change for a dollar (I don't like asking for quarters), 3. cleaned the bird shit off of the windshield (the last and only time I tried to squeegee w/one hand, I failed miserably and couldn't even do it w/ disappointing, after a life of marveling at the guys at the gas station who'd do it lightning speed), and 4. put air in her tires (okay, so the dude painting the air machine did it, but I screwed off the first cap, which got my hand really dirty. And we didn't have a gague, but hey - it's a lot better than it was)!!! I then came home and did a load in the dishwasher and the washing machine, and did my pranamaya and meditation routine. I may be the worst roommate ever, but I make a pretty good housewife.

Monday, July 03, 2006

The face of Saturn Return

Anne was snapping these at the zoo yesterday. I look happy b/c 1. I am sitting down 2. the sun has gone away 3. I'm talking to Ellie as she drives up to Oregon for some R&R before her wedding. I woke up this a.m. w/full-body aches and pains and couldn't understand why. Then I remembered all the heavy lifting I was doing the last two days. But I feel better - today I get to see Barbara, who's in town from NYC, and then maybe yoga and a bbq at Cristal's. It'll be like my "day off."

Saturday, July 01, 2006

End of an era

1. As of 10:03am today, my edition was completed! WOHOOOOOO!!!! I already sent out one to Oberlin as a donation for a scholarship they gave me for grad school (n.b.: my undergrad alma mater gave me lots of money to go to grad school, but my grad alma mater gave me not even enough to pay for one class. What's wrong w/this picture?), and contacted the Joan Flasch collection at the School of the Art Institute, where another will go. And another to the Asian Arts Center b/c they gave me money to finish the edition.

2. Even though I felt awfully sick and feverish and weak and sweaty (I got to school at 8:30am thanks to Anne - hitched a ride w/her) after about five hours of sleep, I kept working in the studio to make my silly last set of prints on pink paper made from Anne's sheets and some other scraps. They're not anything good, but pretty good for being sick and sleep-deprived!

3. After all that, I got some lunch and then started to pack my studio. I'm giving up on bagging my bricks: they're getting loaded into the car naked b/c I can't deal w/making the contractor bags bigger w/cutting and taping. Forget it; I'm way too tired for that. I feel badly b/c Joseph is riding home on the train to get the car, driving thru traffic to come back to school and then load the car, for what will mostly likely be TWO trips. Ow. Not ideal, but oh well. I feel like I should ride home w/a bag of bricks, but I'm really exhausted and think people smashed into rush hour trains won't appreciate my extra load. But here I am, to the bitter end. Just got my tapes from my thesis from Nathalie so I can stop putting off calling my editor to take care of them. It might be too late; I know he's really busy this summer. These are the times I wish I just made a little book for my thesis.