Tuesday, July 23, 2002
i'm really, really tired right now. but i feel like i hafta blog, because i haven't blogged in a while. i feel obligated. sigh. anyways, i'm really tired. i already said that, didn't i? yes. there it is. anyways. no capitals today. too tired to use the shift key on a regular basis. tough cookies if you don't like it.
o man, i haven't written about pittsburgh yet, have i? no. oy. there's so much. but i'm so tired. um... pittsburgh is the city of surly businesswomen. i kid you not. knot? no, not. it was kinda freaky. parts of pittsburgh looked like detroit and were kinda sketchy, but parts had awesome architecture, like this building called the ppg center, which was this giant blue glass castle. it was cool. i doodled alot of the buildings and bridges i could see during the baseball game i got dragged to. i dunno who won or anything, i was too busy drawing to watch silly baseball.
ummmm, what else? o yeah, dick cheney was staying at our hotel. on our floor. o. mi. gawd. yes, it's true. there were police everywhere in the lobby, and there were secret service agents in the lobby and on our floor. they were polite and they nodded to my little brother when he went to the elevator and nodded at them.
there was even a police dog. he was very big and very well-behaved, and he had a very bored handler. i sketched them while i was sitting, bored, in the lobby. a pittsburgh police man chatted with me and my mother in the lobby. he was very nice. my mother was flipping out because there were police everywhere in pittsburgh and she thought that that meant it was an unsafe city. i dunno, i kinda liked it, it was comforting.
we saw carnegie mellon. the campus was eh, but they have the exact programs i want. so i think it's on the list. ya, definitely on the list.
er... what else, what else? went to the andy warhol museum, which was really cool and had this huge exhibit of lp covers by all these different artists for all these different groups. it was a great exhibit. then it rained really hard and we got really wet.
um. yup, that was pittsburgh.
so.... quoi d'autre?
o yea, massart! ha ha! the reason i am so freaking tired. see, i have to wake up very very early to make the insanely early train i need to take to get there by 8:30 in the am. then i don't get home till like 6 in the pm. rather tiring. but it's really fun. the teachers are cool, for the most part.
my drawing and surreal painting teacher, connie, is a real character. she's nuts but she's funny and very nice and she's completely obsessed with her old teacher, who i guess is named conger metcalf, believe it or not. what a name. anyways, she thinks rather highly this fellow, and it's fairly amusing to behold. her teaching assistant is this very nice, very blond grad student named rebecca. the model we've been drawing from for the past coupla days is named richard. he's very slightly sketchy in some undefinable way... he's always taking 5 minute breaks where he grabs his bag and runs from the room to do cat-knows-what in some hidden sector of the building.
my issues and images teachers are rebecca and some other woman whose name is matvah or mahvat or masvah or something along those lines, i can't quite remember. it's the shortest class of the day, only one hour long, but it's interminable. maybe because it's right before lunch. maybe because they ask us to define ourselves and think deeply about art. o well.
my comic book teacher is named matt. so far i find him to be intelligent and capable as a teacher. he makes good suggestions and he hates comic book artists that exaggerate muscles so much that the characters look deformed, which has been pissing me off ever since i 'discovered' comic books. his teaching assistant is this very nice woman whose name escapes me at the moment.
the kids i'm taking the classes with are also very nice. they're from all over the state, so far as i can tell, 'though i don't really know where everyone's from. right. anyways, pretty much everyone has been really cool to be in classes with and to eat lunch with and to get hopelessly lost with, which we manage to do all the time, despite the fact that there are but 5 massart buildings, and we only use 4 of them. i got a locker today and i'm never going to remember where it is. sigh.
anywho. all is well at massart.
not much else. i haven't heard from anyone 'back home' since massart started up. jess is coming home tomorrow night (hooray!) so maybe i'll hear from someone then.
leslie is in peru.
found my place with you
you're walking me through
give me a light
give me the sunshine from your sky
give me a light
give me a light
ha ha. i love it.
well, now that my dead, dessicated body is slumping lifelessly with exhaustion over the immaculate keyboard of my glorious mac, i think i shall dessist. desist? i dunno. one o' those.