Saturday, November 13, 2004

Another Day, Another paper cut

I talked to my friend Melissa in Alabama today. We may hang out over Thanksgiving, which is cool. Part of me misses the old undergrad crowd, and I'm missing my friends from ye old MRT. Fortunately, I'm so bogged down with work that I don't notice. At least I'll get some sleep tonight. My head has been giving me some issues as of late. I think it's from the weight that I'm carrying back and forth to classes. I haven't measured, but it's at least two pounds (times thirty). I really need to have some time off soon. I'm getting overwhelmed again. I'm trying to keep some time to myself in so that I don't have a nervous breakdown or get sick.

I'm excited about some new books I got. Natural Light and the Italian Piazza by Sandra Davis Lakeman and Light, How to See it, How to Paint it by Lucy Something or Other(I Think it Starts With a "W").

Sunday, November 07, 2004

Untitled by Annonymous

I am quite upset at the recent defeat of Senator Kerry of Massachusetts. I am also quite busy at making little things. I am in Model building, which might seem like the creation of exceptionally good looking women who wear clothes for a living. It is not. It is the other modeling - building little things. In this I find myself impatient and lacking a certain necessary dexterity needed for such endeavors. Although there is the healthy prospect of inhaling lead solder fumes. MMM, good. I worked on two staircases today, and the first was a dismal failure. The second, still in progress, shows promise. I only hope that I can finish it to a decent place that I feel good showing it for class on Tuesday. I saw Shakespeare today. Some blue-hairs behind me were complaining about not understanding it, and how you need to read it to get it. Just go see Shakespeare more is my remedy. It is much better on its feet than written. The script is like a piece of uncarved wood. It holds the potential to become a turned chair leg, toothpicks or ashes (and many other things in between). But without a decision made to start it remains a block of wood.