Thursday, September 18, 2003
If I was not so utterly exhausted from today's energy-sapping activities, I would be dancing in the hall right now.
I checked my blog, as is my habit, just to reassure myself that the code hadn't imploded or anysuchthing. What do I see there on the page?
Yes, you heard right! Archives! There's a big-ish gap in late 2002-early 2003 that's missing, but finally you have backblogs! From 2002! Well, it's something. I have no idea what finally went right, I certainly didn't do anything different. I'm almost afraid that if I post they'll disappear again.
I read a few of them. Man, some of those old blogs were just pitifully written. Of course, so are some of these news ones, but there were pitifully written in an unsightly, outdated style. I hadn't realized that my writing style had changed at all, but the evidence is there.
Ah, archives. Returning to me at last. How I adore thee, Archives.
Hum, nothing much happened today. In Drawing class we had the most boring and pointless lesson ever on perspective. We drew boxes the whole time. As we had been drawing from live models for two classes previous, the majority of the class tended to view it as some sort of forced regression. It was the first time I nearly fell asleep in Drawing. Vurry depressing, that.
Then we had that guest artist lecture series thing. So I got off of the bus, ran to my dorm, dropped off my giant portfolio, dashed back out of the room and ran all the way down to the Michigan Theater, that being where this particular lecture series is. Gorgeous building, everything inside is moulding and gilded and just lovely. I could sit in there and draw various bits of interior architecture for hours. But it's a good sight away from my dorm, so it's not exactly fun running there.
The lecturer was a woman named Lita Albuquerque. She made both 'public art' (i.e. sculptures in libraries and city buildings and the like) and 'ephemeral art' (i.e. big sand drawings and the like which wouldn't last more than a day or two). Some of it was pretty cool, but I can't say that I found her explanations entirely... right.
Hm. Well. Let's just say that, upon hearing her speak, one immediately wonders whether she had done LSD at any time in her past, and if that maybe wasn't influencing her work even today. She was far too New Age-y for my tastes.
The explanation of where she got the idea for one of her pieces: "I was meditating out in the Egyptian desert. I suddenly had a vision of a giant honeybee encircling the world. Then I knew that I would make a giant honeycomb in the sand in front of the pyramids."
Now, I don't know about everyone else in the artistic world, but speaking for me, personally... I've had my fair share of artistic inspiration, and it has just never come in the form of a giant, compelling vision of some brobdignagian apian being. Which tends to make me just the least bit wary of her.
here is one of her pieces. yes, it's a rock. covered with blue pigment. yup, that's it. i'm being unfair, it's one of her less-impressive ones, but still.
So after a long day of classes, and running around to get to said classes, I wearily trekked on back to the dorm. Upon arrival, my mood was somewhat improved by the fact that I had two packages awaiting me. Foodstuffs from my mother (heavily appreciated, since it's just that much less shopping I have to do) and a mildly belated birthday present from the Pranskys (also much appreciated, since it makes me happy at the end of a long and grueling day).
Yes, so more microwave macaroni was got from home. Joy. I go through that stuff pretty quickly. Yesterday I had lunch at Stockwell with half my hall, and I had dinner in my dorm... today I had lunch in Mojo with Pam and Shelby, but the time dinner rolled around I was so zonked that I didn't want to go out anywhere, and dear Mosher Jordan had already closed the dining hall. It's also good to have room food when the dorm dining hall isn't open but I haven't really got any time to go elsewhere.
The other day I had gotten giftness from Jess herself... a Tufts Nalgene waterbottle thing, which is sheer awesomeness. Everyone here has Nalgene bottles, but I think that I can say, with confidence, that no one has a Tufts one. I gleefully anticipate the possibilities for confusing people. And she gave me this awesome picture of Leslie, me, and herself, from our New York excursion. 'Tis prominently displayed on my desk, of course. Vurry fine photo, I shine with glee and a mite less homesickness when I see it.
No home game this weekend, so I can do lots of shopping-type things on Saturday. I will probably spend a good deal of time at Starbucks, since there is a large one right near where I plan to be. Sunday, of course, is given over to watching the Lions game and doing homework.
I'm listening to the Sheila Divine CD (the newest one). I hadn't listened to it in a while, and I'm rediscovering it's goodness all over again. That's always good times, when you don't listen to a CD for quite some time, then suddenly you do and it's as though it's a great new CD again.
People are making a ruckus in my hall, I think I shall go see what that is all about. Good times await me.