July 2002 Archives
I don't have time, must warm up.....
...but I was standing around a farmers market in Arcata Calfornia with some fresh organic apricots and a spring of lavender smelling some of the most pungent lilies I have ever come across and I realized that I am delileriously, delicously happy. I think of little more than theatre and food, get enough sleep and through myself through the emotional wringer for seven hours everyday. I love it.
Sorry about the spelling errors, the library is only open three days a week for a few hours at a stretch, and I really must warm up...
Love to all....
If one is ever in San Fransico on a Sunday or a Thursday night, there exists a little bar called the lush lounge (I could not tell you where it is). The pianist there is fantastic and my friend K has been known to play. Bliss!
(I have pictures but they will have to wait)
Do not worry. The sparkling water there is too good to be true.
Damn these filters Damn them all!!!!
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WWWWWHHHHHHAHAAAAAAAT
AMIDOINGINCALIFORNIA????????!!!!!!
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I kind of like San Fransico.
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This may just work out.
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Hmmmmm..
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When people ask, if people ask, "what have you done this year?" I can now point, "Ecce!"
I think it rather funny that this is what gets completed right before my departure, but then again I have been learning most about irony. The end of July gets me a little itchy I find, most of my major moves having taken place in August (the semester system is too hard to break), now again we are about to switch up and move out in the heat and dreariness of the summer.
Humming the Pet Shop Boys, I gladly go west....
Sure, most of the year was spent procrastinating, resentful and frightened, but almost a year later and this is up, complete, and (almost, well kinda) to spec. Frightened that it would not fall apart or worse, be ugly. Resentful that the person who was paying me for it wanted it done his way. I wish I could say that I made this, but without much help from the kids at SLUH, Young Daniel(my brother) and Eric I would still be standing in the shop wondering how to make the first cut.
These tables come much faster!
It is getting harder and harder to get to the screens before I leave. Saturday finds me in SF, Monday in Eureka, Tuesday hopefully in class. Until then work, packing, and panic fill my days. I desperately hope there will be some way to speak everyone while I am gone, but if not the phone should never be far.
Here are some images from the weekend; some friends, a party in Columbia MO, Eric doing a turn as a pirate, The artist on Fire, and vanity.....
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One would never suspect that there had been a shoot out not three hours before and ten blocks away. | ||
No really... I am not lying.
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This is not me. | Sometimes they have the robots of love come out to play. |
Karista has informed me that I have been completely failing too provide context for these entries. Like the fact that the stranger whose picture graces the last entry was the photographer for my headshots (proofs of which I should be seeing this afternoon), or the fact that I will be heading to the wilds of northern California in twelve days, or that I have been living at my aunt's house for the past week watching her dog and developing a whole new addiction to Sandra Bullock movies. All of these things have, will, and are happening. Not to mention my nascent search for employment and housing in Chicago, the hotel de Hunzeker (what can only be described as an infestation of extended family in town for the fourth; they brought a margarita machine) that will finally end tonight, and Ann Lander's recently faked death.
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I have decided to be on time for things to be less of a spaceman and to generally calm the fuck down. Since I have so little of it most days I have not noticed how much I have come to rely upon a routine. The smallest things, like washing my face before I go to bed, where I sleep, the number of cups of coffee I need before accomplishing any task, take on a huge significace when one is not ready to have them gone. Little did I notice how much of a Crabby McBitchface I become when things change. These things I should have known before booking a trip back to the west coast and deciding to once again move. Restlessness I suppose has become more of a rule.
All hail this man!
Be nice to him, send him flowers, treat him as an honored guest.
We love those who come through in a clutch.
