I am a little out of sorts at the moment. As usual I have taken on too many projects. I like being busy. I work well under pressure, although it does a number on my nerves. I feel a ramble coming on... So far my book projects are almost caught up. I have concepts for future projects in that class so that is a plus as well. I checked out like 13 books on traditional styles of binding books and I have already finished one and began another. That stuff is incredibly interesting to me, but I am uncertain if I will be able to spin it into the arsenal I am accumulating for processes and techniques that can be used in my art. I have been meditating frequently and I have noticed a positive shift in my attitude and actions so that is radical. I taught myself how to crochet...I don't remember if I mentioned that. If so, I wasn't crocheting correctly until yesterday. I figured out almost all the stitches in the shitty "I Taught Myself How to Crochet" book that I bought. The pictures in it are hilarious and the sizes of the things to make in it are all for women, young girls, or babies. Since I am none of these this is somewhat a problem. Also, the book's system of doing things is fucking retarded. Nonetheless, I have prevailed over the stupid author of that damn book. I made a gnar gnar mask yesterday. I plan to go gather some Kudzu when I finish writing and crochet some shit with that today. I will photograph it for one of my classes and maybe post the photos of it. I made a harness out of english ivy last week. Also, I made my own wheat paste and tried to use it to spin my own thread out of english ivy... lets just say it did not work. (and it looked/smelled disgusting).
I appropriated a giant trash bin to store my vines inside for my sculptures, but the original owners of said receptacle were not pleased with my actions. Many emails were sent to the art dept. Oh well. I returned it but they are still angry. D-bags.
I spoke with Rebecca Cummings from the art dept. at University of Washington in Seattle yesterday. Technically, it was an interview, but I considered it an enjoyable dialog. I am not sure if I got in but she did end the conversation with "we will contact you with an offer in a few weeks." I dunno what that means for sure. I don't want to get excited.
I have been eating a lot of Zaxby's because I have a lot of free cards to it. Their food is kind of gross after a while. I will keep eating there until the cards run out.
I went to a thrift store with Rachel, David, and Ashley last Saturday before the race. This place was so jam bomb that I spent 16.75. So many clothes that fit me it wasn't even funny. I went to "The Olive Garden". Ashley had a free gift card. I got the tour de italia...our waitress Tamika was a fucking idiot and would only serve us whenever the tables around us needed something. I rarely don't tip at all, but bad service is probably one of my biggest pet peeves. I ordered a coke and when it came time to refill my glass she wandered off and by the time she had made it to us to refill it, the pitcher that at one time had ice in it had all but melted leaving a 1:3 ratio of coke and water. Stupid bitch. And the tour was definitely sub-par.
I am making a ceramic combine contemporary totem/shame pole. Too bad Craig doesn't live here anymore to help. He is taller than me. So I could make it a little taller...
I am going to be volunteering one day a week now at Green Cup Books on Richard Arrington on Sundays from 12-4 (hours may vary). But I am super stoked on this. My real job, however, is becoming increasingly unmanageable (no pun intended). The management is consists of a trifecta 0f high school bullies. They like to stir up trouble whenever possible and health and safety mean literally nothing to them. We are doing what research we can to combat the problem, but I feel my days are numbered working at the rec center... maybe I'll go look for a new job...
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