Yesterday I saw one of the most stupid vehicular decisions I have ever had the misfortune to witness. On the way back to the place I'm house-sitting this week, I came up behind an old, red, beat-up minivan that looked to be from the early 90s at the latest. It was going slower that I, and I was stuck behind it for a number of blocks. As it turned, I noticed that this old, beat-up vehicle -a van that had barely gone the speed limit if that- had a huge spoiler bolted onto the roof.
Wishful, wishful thinking.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Patched together
I have a pair of pants I love. Several, actually, but this one of one of my oldest. I got it in my freshman year of HS and it was a second-hand acquisition then. An upperclassman friend of mine whom I'd known almost as long as we'd lived in town and whose family at this time attended the same church as mine often gave me clothes she'd grown out of, and we were fairly good friends. Still are friends, but she just graduated from the local college, and we've drifted apart as people do.
Back to the pants, these were a comfy canvas pair of cargo pants, khaki and baggy and heavy. I loved them, and wore them often in the ensuing 5 years. Flower (who shares the name of the giver of the pants, incidentally) wrote in one of the zip-up slits in the side "I LOVE YOU!" as she and other friends have done on a few pairs of my pants.
Well, canvas is tough, but it is mortal. This past year I have had to re-stitch both inseams to various degrees, and mend a rip parallel to the inseam. However, the fabric itself gave up the ghost this last semester, and the resulting hole in the uppermost inner right thigh was large enough for my entire arm to fit through it. So today while HyperSpawn was in Summer program and KleptoSpawn was having MORE psychiatric evaluations (be afraid, be very afraid), I fixed up a patch from some canvas-y stuff (two, actually... the first was too small) and fixed my pants. I am happy and feel both accomplished and very, very frayed.
This last is probably due in part to the return of my cycle, but though I feel and look fine superficially, I feel as though I am a dark and angry river, frozen on the surface to mask the frustration and undirected anger below. I am ready to lash out and consume the first hapless passerby to disturb my fictitious calm. I am confused and frustrated; I hate this combination. It is what made math Hell for most of my classes, and did the same for much of my early social interactions. Maybe I just hate people. Misanthropy is a pretty word -- words are nicer than people.
Guh.
I need to let off steam in a controlled way, not aimed at a live person. I have an idea from something I saw in a friend's LJ, sadly enough. I might go write anonymous angry things to myself until I feel better. It's worked before.
Later, hopefully not over a month again.
~Brill
Back to the pants, these were a comfy canvas pair of cargo pants, khaki and baggy and heavy. I loved them, and wore them often in the ensuing 5 years. Flower (who shares the name of the giver of the pants, incidentally) wrote in one of the zip-up slits in the side "I LOVE YOU!" as she and other friends have done on a few pairs of my pants.
Well, canvas is tough, but it is mortal. This past year I have had to re-stitch both inseams to various degrees, and mend a rip parallel to the inseam. However, the fabric itself gave up the ghost this last semester, and the resulting hole in the uppermost inner right thigh was large enough for my entire arm to fit through it. So today while HyperSpawn was in Summer program and KleptoSpawn was having MORE psychiatric evaluations (be afraid, be very afraid), I fixed up a patch from some canvas-y stuff (two, actually... the first was too small) and fixed my pants. I am happy and feel both accomplished and very, very frayed.
This last is probably due in part to the return of my cycle, but though I feel and look fine superficially, I feel as though I am a dark and angry river, frozen on the surface to mask the frustration and undirected anger below. I am ready to lash out and consume the first hapless passerby to disturb my fictitious calm. I am confused and frustrated; I hate this combination. It is what made math Hell for most of my classes, and did the same for much of my early social interactions. Maybe I just hate people. Misanthropy is a pretty word -- words are nicer than people.
Guh.
I need to let off steam in a controlled way, not aimed at a live person. I have an idea from something I saw in a friend's LJ, sadly enough. I might go write anonymous angry things to myself until I feel better. It's worked before.
Later, hopefully not over a month again.
~Brill
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I Winned!
I won the ceramics prize in the Student Juried Art Show! Wheee! I have a pretty certificate and a $100 check on the way, which should cover art expenses with some left over to actually *gasp* save! AWA and Big Sis/Little Sis week are approaching very quickly.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Eep!
Now, I may or may not have mentioned this on here before, but I'm an art major. Shocking revelation, no? Specifically, I am a Studio Art major, Bachelor of Fine Arts track. The BFA program has a much stronger focus on the studio time than does the BA degree. 30 hours more, to be precise, and all but one class of it studio. As a BFA student, I have to undergo a process of evaluation and validation (of my work) by art faculty in order to 'officially' be declared BFA. I have up 'til now been under the impression, given to me by members of the faculty and by students, that the BFA reviews were in the Fall or Spring of my Junior year (next year, NOT this). A few of us got an email this morning informing us that, Congratulations, we have reached the point where we are eligible for BFA review. Our submissions for the review are due (matted if 2D) on April 17th. (Incidentally, this is also National Day of Silence, in which I hope to participate this year).
O.O
urk. eep. ulp.
We have to have 10 pieces for the review. I don't know if I HAVE ten quality pieces, and DEFINITELY not matted. I have a lot to do in the next month. Mattboard isn't cheap, either, and I had gotten mine at cost from the school, but I'm pretty sure the Photo prof doesn't have any now.
I really, sincerely, and deeply hope that we have a glaze firing before April! I'm going to add independent handbuilding onto what I'm already doing in my Ceramics 2 class (throwing only) and hope I can get some more pieces done there in time.
In addition to the BFA review, this weekend is the submission deadline for the campus Student Juried Art Show. All 2D work (the only kind I have with me; 3D work is in Gwood) has to be matted, framed, and ready for hanging. Mine is only matted, and framing is pricey. This is the second show I was NOT going to be able to enter, when Monkey said her parents were coming down on Saturday and they said they would bring my work. Happyjoy! I'm debating on whether or not to put prices on anything or mark it all "Not For Sale." I will need some to enter in the BFA review, but I want to make back the entry price.... Decicions, decisions.
But I go for sushi tonight, so everything is copacetic now.
Laters. Much, much later.
~Brill
O.O
urk. eep. ulp.
We have to have 10 pieces for the review. I don't know if I HAVE ten quality pieces, and DEFINITELY not matted. I have a lot to do in the next month. Mattboard isn't cheap, either, and I had gotten mine at cost from the school, but I'm pretty sure the Photo prof doesn't have any now.
I really, sincerely, and deeply hope that we have a glaze firing before April! I'm going to add independent handbuilding onto what I'm already doing in my Ceramics 2 class (throwing only) and hope I can get some more pieces done there in time.
In addition to the BFA review, this weekend is the submission deadline for the campus Student Juried Art Show. All 2D work (the only kind I have with me; 3D work is in Gwood) has to be matted, framed, and ready for hanging. Mine is only matted, and framing is pricey. This is the second show I was NOT going to be able to enter, when Monkey said her parents were coming down on Saturday and they said they would bring my work. Happyjoy! I'm debating on whether or not to put prices on anything or mark it all "Not For Sale." I will need some to enter in the BFA review, but I want to make back the entry price.... Decicions, decisions.
But I go for sushi tonight, so everything is copacetic now.
Laters. Much, much later.
~Brill
Monday, February 23, 2009
Close, but no cigar
In regards to two posts ago, I missed it when I so wrongly maligned the smallpox vaccine. Wrong plague. It's Influenza.
"Influenza! Influenza! It's a virus! It's a virus! It's not the same as love!" (with best regards to Garrison Keillor).
You know, being able to quote La Influenza is probably the one bright spot in this whole shebang. Being able to research for the paper isn't because it's bloody depressing. My teacher (henceforth known as Rat Pimp...He's a Psychologist who breeds rats for studies; it makes sense to me!) wants one book source for the paper. He's only getting one source, because I went to the library, found one source, and went to the Dr., found out I had the flu and was contagious. Hence, we research tonight on Hogarth/Lappy.
My loverly friend Songbird (formerly and unimaginatively referred to as M, I think) took me to CVS to get my scrip filled. I saw her in the student center after getting my mail (I know I shouldn't have been in there, but my allowance was in the mail, and I needed that!), kept her away from me and through whisper and gesture explained the situation. She got her mail, I got shoo-ed/chased out of the center by 2 of Campus Life's staff b/c of my sick, and she and I went to CVS. She's a vocal major, and I really hope I didn't get her sick. The Dr. said I was one of the first cases of flu she's seen this year, but according to Songbird, our friend Lady (lives off-campus) has it, and a girl from work asked me to work for her b/c she's sick, and on the way back another girl called Songbird & said she was sick, and some of her symptoms matched. Guh. Thankfully Monkey and Sunshine don't seem to be showing any signs of flu yet. *knock on wood* I didn't have a flu shot in the fall, but after this I think I will next year. BLARG!!!!
(odd. Blogger doesn't like any "n't" contractions, but has no trouble with "BLARG")
I go die now.
~Very Dull Billiance
"Influenza! Influenza! It's a virus! It's a virus! It's not the same as love!" (with best regards to Garrison Keillor).
You know, being able to quote La Influenza is probably the one bright spot in this whole shebang. Being able to research for the paper isn't because it's bloody depressing. My teacher (henceforth known as Rat Pimp...He's a Psychologist who breeds rats for studies; it makes sense to me!) wants one book source for the paper. He's only getting one source, because I went to the library, found one source, and went to the Dr., found out I had the flu and was contagious. Hence, we research tonight on Hogarth/Lappy.
My loverly friend Songbird (formerly and unimaginatively referred to as M, I think) took me to CVS to get my scrip filled. I saw her in the student center after getting my mail (I know I shouldn't have been in there, but my allowance was in the mail, and I needed that!), kept her away from me and through whisper and gesture explained the situation. She got her mail, I got shoo-ed/chased out of the center by 2 of Campus Life's staff b/c of my sick, and she and I went to CVS. She's a vocal major, and I really hope I didn't get her sick. The Dr. said I was one of the first cases of flu she's seen this year, but according to Songbird, our friend Lady (lives off-campus) has it, and a girl from work asked me to work for her b/c she's sick, and on the way back another girl called Songbird & said she was sick, and some of her symptoms matched. Guh. Thankfully Monkey and Sunshine don't seem to be showing any signs of flu yet. *knock on wood* I didn't have a flu shot in the fall, but after this I think I will next year. BLARG!!!!
(odd. Blogger doesn't like any "n't" contractions, but has no trouble with "BLARG")
I go die now.
~Very Dull Billiance
Oh, ow.
My throat doesn't like me. My voice is completely gone, the throat is very, very sore to where swallowing is a delicate operation and sneezing has made me cry. Also, I've had sporadic coughing fits almost to the point to making myself sick, and all I've had to eat for the past 2 days is water or variations thereof, soda crackers, apple sauce, Gatorade, and a very misguided attempt at broth from bullion cube. I'd've had PB for (much-needed) protein, but it's crunchy. Usually a good thing, not so much now. I'm going to the nurse in half an hour.
I have a research paper due in Psych tomorrow on Thurstone, one early-20th century dude whose only works in the library on campus center heavily on math FAR above my sphere of experience. The on-campus periodicals all start just after the ones containing his articles were published, and JSTOR doesn't carry those journals AT ALL.
I have one book source, and possibly 2 others, but one of those is primarily biographical.
A partner and I have to present an oral report on him Thursday. See the voice comment above.
I wish I'd taken the Buffy the Vampire Slayer class.
~Grr
I have a research paper due in Psych tomorrow on Thurstone, one early-20th century dude whose only works in the library on campus center heavily on math FAR above my sphere of experience. The on-campus periodicals all start just after the ones containing his articles were published, and JSTOR doesn't carry those journals AT ALL.
I have one book source, and possibly 2 others, but one of those is primarily biographical.
A partner and I have to present an oral report on him Thursday. See the voice comment above.
I wish I'd taken the Buffy the Vampire Slayer class.
~Grr
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Variol-ee, Variol-ah, variola-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aaah!
OK, so maybe it's not smallpox, but I did manage to catch the Death Plague that's been going around. It's already picked off 2 in my ceramics class (the one Ceramics IV, and the one other Ceramics II...it's not a big class). I felt fine when I went to bed (too late) last night, but when I got up for the mini-retreat and on-campus training for my job, I felt like I'd just had a bad asthma attack: sore, rough throat and lungs that felt beaten up. I had a dry cough all through training.
After training, I took a shower hoping it would give me some much-needed humidity in the lungs, but no-go. I slept for 3 hours and woke up feeling worse. I had a fever, full-body aches so bad that clothing seams hurt like sandpaper, and a non-migraine, non-sinus headache. That last one feels weird, because I almost never have them, and it doesn't pulse or push, it just hurts.
(Side note: Blogger doesn't like the word "doesn't" until I type it about 5 times. It prefers it be "does n.")
The fever has come and gone, and I woke from the nap with my heart pounding for no apparent reason.
I want to be better. I have 2 papers due in the next week, (though one paper is optional; one now on one book or one later on another) and I need to do research. Gah!
~Light
After training, I took a shower hoping it would give me some much-needed humidity in the lungs, but no-go. I slept for 3 hours and woke up feeling worse. I had a fever, full-body aches so bad that clothing seams hurt like sandpaper, and a non-migraine, non-sinus headache. That last one feels weird, because I almost never have them, and it doesn't pulse or push, it just hurts.
(Side note: Blogger doesn't like the word "doesn't" until I type it about 5 times. It prefers it be "does n.")
The fever has come and gone, and I woke from the nap with my heart pounding for no apparent reason.
I want to be better. I have 2 papers due in the next week, (though one paper is optional; one now on one book or one later on another) and I need to do research. Gah!
~Light
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