My trip into DC was surprisingly effortless. Airtran may be the big double-wide in the sky, but I've always had really good luck with them! This time I upgraded myself to business class as a little holiday treat. Probably the best thing ever because you get a free drink right when you sit down and a bag of chips!! The seat was wide and comfortable. I didn't have to share the other side with anyone. I will probably try to do this every time I fly. The flight landed right on time. So to ensure a prompt pick up, I quickly called my brother. This is how the conversation went:
Brother: FUCK THIS FUCKING SHIT. DAD IS A FUCKING ASS HOLE AND GAVE ME WRONG DIRECTIONS TO THE AIRPORT. I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK I AM. I'LL CALL YOU IN 30 FUCKING MINUTES WHEN I'VE FIGURED OUT WHERE THE FUCK I AM. JESUS FUCKING (CLICK).
I didn't really feel the need to contribute to that conversation! And so the holiday at home had officially started. I should mention that my brother is a 2nd Lt. in the Marines. I mistakenly took his hostile words for just that--hostility. But he wasn't being hostile. He was just talking. This is pretty much how Marines talk. They love to say FUCK and they love to belittle just about all living things, and even a few inanimate objects. It's a constant dick-swinging contest. Anyway, my homecoming was pretty anti-climactic, as my parents and my sisters were at a Christmas party and my brother retreated to his little world in the basement. So I sat in silence with the dogs as I transitioned myself into family world.
Family world is much different from my safe little world. I love my little Atlanta world and hate to be away from it from for too long. That's probably a sign of an addictive personality, but nonetheless, I don't like being away from it from too long. On a side note, I am particularly happy to be coming back to Atlanta-world because I have redesigned the work space and redecorated the living space. Lab-rat roommate and I had several in depth discussions about how we wanted to set the apartment up so that we could maximize the efficiency of the workspace. Basically, I moved the work area from the dining room into the living room and moved the couches into the dining room---thus creating a personal little setting to watch TV in. aaah.....
Right now I'm sitting by the fireplace in family world watching Cinderella Man. I couldn't be less interested in this movie and feel a little trapped. Because if I left the room to do something else, I would be betraying my family's commitment to family and the holiday. I really want to take a nap. Perhaps I'll have another mimosa!!!
I have many pics to post, but every time I go to post them, there's always something wrong with them and blogspot doesn't allow them to post. any ideas?
Monday, December 25, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
mmmmm Cheetos!!!!
I'm afraid that I'm going to end up on People's court or Judge Alex, or one of the thousands of shows where semi-good looking actors pose as judges and overstate everyday facts with a sassy attitude.
Yesterday someone in my apartment complex accidentally backed into my car. He was really cool about it and left me a note. But I just hate to see my little car with a scratch on it--yeah I'm one of those people who treats their car like a human. I'm in the process of dealing with his insurance company right now. It's a HUGE pain in the ass! I really want this thing to run as smoothly as possible and that both parties get what they want without involving Judge Alex.
On a better note, I had my first crocheting lesson today with TeeRu-shell. Isn't it funny that crocheting could be pronounced Crotch-et-ing. I think that's how I'll refer to it from now on. TeeRu-shell was pretty awesome because she bought me a 6.5 mm needle and yard that reminds me of Cheetos and Roman Noodles. I reviewed the instruction book that T gave me, but every time I looked at one of how-to pictures I was reminded of this book I used to read as a kid where this woman makes a bunch of pasta and the pot keeps getting bigger and bigger and there's pasta all over the place. I wish I could remember the name of this book!
Finally--what the fuck is up with the weather lately! It's been damn 70 degrees for the past two weeks and it's fucking December!!! Granted, I love to go running in the evenings when it's cooler--like in the 60s. But my turtleneck sweaters really miss clinging to my neck!
Yesterday someone in my apartment complex accidentally backed into my car. He was really cool about it and left me a note. But I just hate to see my little car with a scratch on it--yeah I'm one of those people who treats their car like a human. I'm in the process of dealing with his insurance company right now. It's a HUGE pain in the ass! I really want this thing to run as smoothly as possible and that both parties get what they want without involving Judge Alex.
On a better note, I had my first crocheting lesson today with TeeRu-shell. Isn't it funny that crocheting could be pronounced Crotch-et-ing. I think that's how I'll refer to it from now on. TeeRu-shell was pretty awesome because she bought me a 6.5 mm needle and yard that reminds me of Cheetos and Roman Noodles. I reviewed the instruction book that T gave me, but every time I looked at one of how-to pictures I was reminded of this book I used to read as a kid where this woman makes a bunch of pasta and the pot keeps getting bigger and bigger and there's pasta all over the place. I wish I could remember the name of this book!
Finally--what the fuck is up with the weather lately! It's been damn 70 degrees for the past two weeks and it's fucking December!!! Granted, I love to go running in the evenings when it's cooler--like in the 60s. But my turtleneck sweaters really miss clinging to my neck!
Monday, December 18, 2006
i'm too tired to think of a witty title.....
So after three straight nights of going out, getting wasted, and not really sleeping much, today was my total day of rest. I watched most of the entire third season of Arrested Development. Damn that show is hilarious! I think the third season is my favorite by far. I love that the storyline is bizarre and uncomfortably odd. But I really love how the writing seems to take on a bit of an allegorical context; it seems to be telling the story of why the show was cancelled. At least that's my theory. Perhaps after watching some of the episodes with the commentary on, I will be able to determine if this is the case. The writing in the third season seems to have a darker tone to it compared to the other two seasons. I love that these characters seem to be bitterer (more bitter??) than in the previous two seasons.
Tonight I checked out a documentary a la Blockbuster--(I miss the documentary selection of Netflix). Anyway, this was an older documentary called Searching For Debra Winger. The documentary focused on women in the film industry and how hard it is for them. It was produced and told by Rosanna Arquette. it was pretty interesting, though the interviews with Sharon Stone and Jane Fonda made me throw up in my mouth. The subject matter was interesting and the interview with Debra Winger was great, but the rest of the documentary seemed a bit forced, as the other high profile actresses like Meg Ryan and Diane Lane really seemed to be "on".
I have this fascination with Hollywood and how it's run. There's this great book called "The Player" by Michael Tolkin--who also wrote the screenplay for the 1992 film. It gives this dark, scary satirical view of Hollywood and the entertainment business. It's so strange how different that world is. The rules of engagement are completely different--from what I can tell. A part of me really wants to investigate the raw truth of Hollywood and expose it all. I think it's time that we see those celebrities that we hold in such high esteem taken down a few notches and viewed as the real human beings they actually are---flaws and all!
Tonight I checked out a documentary a la Blockbuster--(I miss the documentary selection of Netflix). Anyway, this was an older documentary called Searching For Debra Winger. The documentary focused on women in the film industry and how hard it is for them. It was produced and told by Rosanna Arquette. it was pretty interesting, though the interviews with Sharon Stone and Jane Fonda made me throw up in my mouth. The subject matter was interesting and the interview with Debra Winger was great, but the rest of the documentary seemed a bit forced, as the other high profile actresses like Meg Ryan and Diane Lane really seemed to be "on".
I have this fascination with Hollywood and how it's run. There's this great book called "The Player" by Michael Tolkin--who also wrote the screenplay for the 1992 film. It gives this dark, scary satirical view of Hollywood and the entertainment business. It's so strange how different that world is. The rules of engagement are completely different--from what I can tell. A part of me really wants to investigate the raw truth of Hollywood and expose it all. I think it's time that we see those celebrities that we hold in such high esteem taken down a few notches and viewed as the real human beings they actually are---flaws and all!
Friday, December 15, 2006
Relief
The energy in the building last night was exciting. It reminded me of the way it felt, back in the day, right before I walk on stage on the opening night of a performance. But this was no improv set or a musical. This was my first quarter critique.
It went great. My presentation was natural and not rushed. I was able to connect with each of my panelist (all women thank god!) Some of the work was unfinished, some of the work looked amazing. Despite the quality of my craft, or lack there of, I am proud of what I presented. I worked my ass off and it showed. Sure I used the wrong type of glue with one of my boxes, and most of my edges weren't cut very well. One panelist commented that it looked like I had been using the same Xacto blade for the entire quarter. If it weren't true, I'd probably be upset. Unfortunately, I had changed out my xacto blades every 15 to 20 minutes! I am going to rework a few things over the break to get them to the point where they are perfect, or as close to perfect as I am humanly able to do--though it'd be great if I could find an awesome robot to help me!
So there was this definite high I felt after I left the building. And the Pomegranate margaritas I indulged in afterwards never tasted so sweet! But when I got home I felt a little sad. I felt a sense of loss. As I walked through the wrecked wild scraps of paper and empty starbucks cups, I realized that my work area was now my apartment again. I just sat in the dark and silence and took it all in. I had to take this moment to let the quarter officially end with me. It's hard for me to let it go because I know there was something so special about it. There was this type of innocence and eagerness. I was unsure of what I had walked into. I was scared and excited. I was distressed and then confident. It makes me happy to think that the experience of my first quarter was so unique that I don't know that I'll ever be able to experience something like it again.
I remember working on our value charts with everyone in my Design Aesthetics’ class in the basement of the school. All of the upper quarter students would pass by with reminiscent looks on their face, which quickly turned into relief. This is how we got to know each other. We helped each other out, we were all each other's shoulder to cry on. We all bought each other drinks when we celebrated. We all critiqued each other's work. We all gave each other ideas. We all laughed together.
I like to think that none of us are the same people we were when we started. I know I'm not. I look at my work and I see the beginning of something amazing. I see myself becoming the person that I know I am on the inside. I've seen my friends start to mature and grow. I often wonder who I will work with again when this is all said and done.
It went great. My presentation was natural and not rushed. I was able to connect with each of my panelist (all women thank god!) Some of the work was unfinished, some of the work looked amazing. Despite the quality of my craft, or lack there of, I am proud of what I presented. I worked my ass off and it showed. Sure I used the wrong type of glue with one of my boxes, and most of my edges weren't cut very well. One panelist commented that it looked like I had been using the same Xacto blade for the entire quarter. If it weren't true, I'd probably be upset. Unfortunately, I had changed out my xacto blades every 15 to 20 minutes! I am going to rework a few things over the break to get them to the point where they are perfect, or as close to perfect as I am humanly able to do--though it'd be great if I could find an awesome robot to help me!
So there was this definite high I felt after I left the building. And the Pomegranate margaritas I indulged in afterwards never tasted so sweet! But when I got home I felt a little sad. I felt a sense of loss. As I walked through the wrecked wild scraps of paper and empty starbucks cups, I realized that my work area was now my apartment again. I just sat in the dark and silence and took it all in. I had to take this moment to let the quarter officially end with me. It's hard for me to let it go because I know there was something so special about it. There was this type of innocence and eagerness. I was unsure of what I had walked into. I was scared and excited. I was distressed and then confident. It makes me happy to think that the experience of my first quarter was so unique that I don't know that I'll ever be able to experience something like it again.
I remember working on our value charts with everyone in my Design Aesthetics’ class in the basement of the school. All of the upper quarter students would pass by with reminiscent looks on their face, which quickly turned into relief. This is how we got to know each other. We helped each other out, we were all each other's shoulder to cry on. We all bought each other drinks when we celebrated. We all critiqued each other's work. We all gave each other ideas. We all laughed together.
I like to think that none of us are the same people we were when we started. I know I'm not. I look at my work and I see the beginning of something amazing. I see myself becoming the person that I know I am on the inside. I've seen my friends start to mature and grow. I often wonder who I will work with again when this is all said and done.
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