One of the things I’ve spent a great deal of time thinking about this summer is minimalism and simplificaiton.
I am at a disadvantage of having two pack rat grandmothers and a mother who has a closet full of clothes from ever decade in every size. We don’t throw things away.
But at the end of this summer I expect to downgrade about 200 sq ft in the move to Philly…
So what stays? What goes? How much junk are my parents willing to store in their basement?
…Don’t anyone say “Your books.”
Found this on “Lost At E Minor.”
A shell shaped home somewhere in Mexico.
One day I hope to sell enough art and books and have so many sought after ideas that I might be able to pay for a retreat such as this. You know, something to crawl in and pretend I am a cephalopod.
The outside seems a little more gaudy that I like, but the curvature of the interior is delightful. Usually I am attracted to homes with interiors of dark woods, but I must say a pink plaster walls and mud floors could be a dream too.
i am sure, everyone has noticed: I’m not writing.
…all I have to say is my stay in Philly is an adventure in patience:
This school is a naughty child, and I am a parent with no recourse.
has everyone noticed that wordpress has a ‘random post’ feature that will direct you, randomly to a random post. i need to stress this was random.
so i accidentally hit the random post button and arrived here. i read maybe two sentences before my brain started screaming… I know this! I know this! I know this! Plagiarism! Plagiarism! Plagiarism!
So first of all this girl totally ripped off my favorite author. (by favorite i mean i own all of her work and have read every inch of it dozens of times…sometimes more.) She took it a step farther by taking out the original character’s name…but inserted the name of another character from another book by the same Ms. Francesca Lia Block!
I am outraged. I can’t quite figure out why I am so upset… I will have to think on it for a while, but I would like to leave you with a comparison of the two texts…
“maybe cherokee was real. maybe not. maybe cherokee was the courage. maybe she was the fury. maybe later on she was the love.”-Tiffany (09)
“Maybe Mab was real. Maybe not. Maybe Mab was the fury. Maybe she was the courage. Maybe later on she was the sex…” copyright FLB 1998!!!!
I plan on investigating this blog further to check for more stolen words.
Let’s all thank Tiffany for taking down her plagerized posts. Matter solved.
When I decided to come to Moore my primary goal was a total submersion in art.
In my Critical Approaches class yesterday I could not keep up. As someone interested in art history I suffer from my art knowledge trailing off in the ’80s. My knowledge is so limited yesterday…I do not understand, grasp, or even know and recognize the art that has occurred in my lifetime.
It is truly time for total submersion.
Yesterday I visited the academic adviser here and Moore, and uprooted my schedule redistributing the weight to be centered on mid-week. I know, who would want three three + hour classes on one day, right? Me. I decided that I would never get a nice visit home if I didn’t get some/all of Friday off. The thing is now I’ve missed classes, and my mild obsessive compulsive nature is having a hard time shaking that off. I’m the girl who is always five minutes early-because I can’t bare to miss anything.
(I know there has been a lot of whining on the blog lately…) So far I haven’t found Tunxis-level teachers here. A lot a cold, walking textbooks as far as I can tell. But it may be too soon to judge.
So I’ve got the next two and a half days off and my plan is to run through all my homework, visit a museum, explore the city a little more AND read most of James Elkins’ book: Why Art Cannot Be Taught; a Handbook for Art Students. Its a book that has been on my reading list for a long time, but it is a little dry.
Off we go.
I’m trying to keep busy, that way I don’t feel… I’m trying to maintain that comfortable numbness to homesickness.
Yesterday we walked to the Comcast Center to see the wall with the gigantic television, not really my cup of tea. I don’t watch much television anymore. Getting rid of the cable at home really helped me keep on top of things and read a lot of really good books.
We walked through the Comcast Center to suburban center to South St. There looked like there was fun to be had there, but I didn’t have any. All the shops I wanted to go in were not on the list.
Today I helped paint the orphan quilt, which sounds as depressing as it was.
And NOW there is a flood that may have destroyed the third floor classrooms in Peter Hall, and the Library. PLUS there is no water = no toilets.
No one told me college was so much like camping.
Tomorrow I plan on having nothing but a good day!
Sunrise Over Philadelphia
Today was exciting, nerve-racking, and really upsetting. But it hasn’t really hit me yet. John, Sadie, home… none of it. Like shock. Like my system just can’t bare to actually sit down and think…yeah, I’m kind of alone and I am about to be really overloaded with work.
Woke up at Sheraton ate breakfast with Mom, Dad & John. If you need a place to stay in center city, I would recommend it to anyone especially if mandarin & mint soap. The view was even better than the last visit- last time I was on the 11th floor. Last night: the 26th.
I did all the weird move in stuff. Clearance, ID (picture came out good!), health stuff…etc.
My roommate, K, and I went for a walk to the Rite Aid, but apparently Obama is in town so it was onc crazy, siren laden walk. But good for me for actually leaving campus ON THE FIRST DAY.
At dinner we learned that it is going to be hard, hard, hard. But don’t think we should worry about it too much. D
Day one. Done. T
Time for bed.
Yesterday was my last day at the Monster Shop! And what a day! It was so busy at the store (OHH! SNOW=IMPENDING DOOM+BEING TRAPPED IN OUR HOUSES FOR… the night)…right, yeah, anyway, so busy in the store that people had to be scheduled to come to the ’surprise’ party. Which meant there was never more than 3 people at the party. It was wierd and awkward. I also had to be in charge of getting people to sign my goodbye card… thank you Snow Gods.
It was more tearful than I had expected. Everyone had wonderful things to say. Everyone will miss me… (umm…why don’t I have any friends if I am so goddamned wonderful?)
I’m bitter I guess. Depressed even. My excitment is counteracted by my morbid nervousness and sadness about leaving. Leaving John, Sadie, my brother…
The move is Thursday night. The move-in Friday morning. The goodbye–around noon. And then Placement Testing WOOOOOO!
No time to ask if I am really ready for this move… ’cause I have to focus on 1. packing 2. cleaning 3. shopping 4. moving everything from my old computer and John’s new computer to MY new computer.
Having Fun Yet?
I hope to have a more substantial point later.
I overheard an interesting conversation on Christmas Eve. A woman waiting in my line was telling the woman in front of her that she and her husband own a gym, but from January 2-January 22 they take a nice long cruise to avoid the “New Year’s fatties.” She said that by the time she gets back most of them are gone. To bad she doesn’t work harder to motivate her gym members, instead of avoiding them. I’m sure she’d make a lot more money.
People tend to look down on New Year’s Resolutions, but coming from a family that made personal and family goals every January 1st since I can remember, I love the clean slate of a new year. And my obsessive compulsive love for the number nine is going to make this year very successful.
