Thursday, November 13, 2003
Blogger now has an official stance on what to do if your mom finds your blog. Too bad mine already reads it and presents no difficulties, except for rare occasions when I omit certain things I might have otherwise found blogworthy. Emphasis on the rare. Recall that my Saturday usually involves a combination of UMich football, pizza, homework, football in the diag, and bringing people back to my dorm to make fun of my roommate. You can see how this affords my mother little opportunity for worry.
Yesterday it was over 60ยบ out. Today it snowed. Pretty much all day. Ah, this crazy Michigan weather. We also had a tornado warning for most of yesterday, and I hear tell that there actually was a tornado in our county. Although I did not see a tornado, the wind gusts in Ann Arbor were over 50 mph. Good times! Woo yay midwest!
In other news, I finished that digital project which was ruining my eyes. Ah, my aching aqueous humour. I posted an unfinished version of it in past days (the Nov. 5 blog, if you'd like to look at them both and compare), so I thought it only fair to post to final one. Quality is shite because computer compression is shite. Shite is spelled britishly because I feel like it. Also the background is stupid, because I despaired of ever being able to competently wield the mesh tool, so I gave up and left it as it was before I just did more damage. Oh well.
image was here, but photohost died, sorry
Yesterday I was dragging my lazy carcass across the bridge from my dorm to Central Campus. Going past me in the opposite direction (towards the Hill, that is) is my chemistry professor. He sees me, waves, and says hi! I was transported into joyousness. I mean, I'm in a class of about 200, 250 kids, and I never sit in the front, and I never volunteer information in lecture. How would he recognize that I was one of his students? I know not. But I find it extremely gratifying that he does, in fact, recognize me to some extent. And he's a teacher whom I enjoy, so I was very happy that, even though he does not know my name, he sort of knows who I am.
My art lecture teacher, on the other hand, most definitely does know my name, because I have a nasty habit of cornering her after class and haranguing her about the difficulties involved with trying to schedule classes in a dual-degree program. But, as she's the head of the art department, any such difficulties are entirely her fault, and she therefore deserves the verbal harassment.
The guest artist lecture today was The Best Lecture Ever. The guy was a biological illustrator, and some of his work was exactly what I want to be doing. I was literally squiggling around in my seat for sheer, unadulterated joy. He did some work for an encyclopedia of animals that was, essentially, the exact same thing I did for the Book o'Time. Drawing the little critters! Holy cats! Exactly what I want to do!
Anyways, he was showing us a bunch of a his drawings, and he would say what they were. So I was sitting there, giggling like an idiot, no doubt bugging the heck out of Heather and Joe (who were on either side of me) and saying the names of everything a second before he did. He would show us a bunch of drawings of a critter and I would say "Tardigrades!" a second before he would. He'd show us another page and I'd say "Lemurs!" Or "Thermal Vent worms!" Or "Hyraxes!" And then he said, "Now, can anyone guess what hyraxes are most closely related to?" and I giggled like an idiot some more and said, "Elephants!" a few seconds before he said 'elephants'. Ah, it was so good.
(and for those who do not know, a hyrax is a little fuzzy critter about the size of a football, looking something like a cross between a prairie dog, a hamster, and a rabbit. so most folks wouldn't think that it's most closely related to the elephant.)
Anyways, it was the best lecture in the history of lectures, because it was literally exactly what my dream job would be. And the sweetest bit of it is that this guy works at the UMich art school. I have this vast, all-consuming need to now track him down and latch onto him like some kind of eager, but probably unwelcome, lamprey.
And the perhaps even sweeter bit is that he's teaching one of the second-semester freshman drawing classes! So there's a chance that I could have him as a teacher as early as this coming semester! You have no idea how excited that possiblity has gotten me. Although, if I don't end up with him, I'm going to be vurry sad.
Thursday night, duh duh duh dum. My dearest roomie is out inebriating herself. Which is fine, really, it's her own affair, except that I have early class tomorrow, and I have only missed one class so far this year, and that was accidental, as in, accidentally not waking up until it was already over. The point being that her drunkenness causes difficulty for my sleep, and this renders me exceedingly Rageful. Fer crissakes, it's a weekday. Do you see where I'm coming from here, people?
You all ought to go take a gander at Helene's Blog, which contains a fruitful and illuminating conversation we had last night. I believe it was sparked by my away message, which was something along these lines: "I come in, and my roommate has found a video of a kid she knew back in high school, who had filmed himself having sex with some girl. So now she's watching it, with the sound turned way up. For this, I have no words." That is, sadly, 100% of fact. The kid videotaped himself having sex with some girl. I believe they were both subsequently expelled, not because they filmed themselves in such an act, but because the tape was then distributed all over the school. By the guy. Whom my roommate knows. So of course, when she finds a copy of the video online, she naturally has to watch it, all the way through, with the sound turned up as high as it can go. And she has to watch it twice. Of course.
If someone tells me that LA is populated by normal people, I am going to call them a Big Honking Liar, and just leave it at that.
I am not going to post images from my current digital project, because it involves applying various Effects and Filters to images we create or photographs that are on our computers. So that means that all you folks back home are being rendered in odd and disturbing fashions, and then printed out for the perusal of my entire digital class. Sorry. They don't know you anyways.
It's art! Art, I say!
*runs away, shielding head from flying projectiles*
11:18 PM
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