Saturday, December 30, 2006
Donna and I celebrated with some fantastic chocolate cake, and I'm pumped to spend an entire month with her.
I bailed on Snowboarding because it is about 60 degrees outside and slush does not sound like fun.
Friday, December 29, 2006
But not to fear because I found the solution while waiting for my tires to be changed at walmart for three hours today (shoot me in the face). I picked up a "real simple" magazine and read this sweet article by one of their life coaches. It said that in situations such as these you must have a power song. The woman who wrote the article preferred one by Barbara Steissand and sung it aloud while marching to a publishing interview. She insists that it builds the confidence needed to make an impression.
I searched long and hard and I'm pretty sure mine's that freaking De'sree song "You Gotta Be".
Wish me luck navigating Philly, finding Schwartz and Craig, and that I don't break my neck snow boarding with the rest of the cool kids.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
It was a marathon of printing yesterday, but now they just need to be cut. It's kind of cool to handle all of the lead type and get ink all over you. You get such an appreciation of letters by setting them individually and looking for little quirks and damaged type. You have to pay serious attention. I have no idea how people set entire books on these things. I will never look at my keyboard the same way again.
Monday, December 11, 2006
= an incredible january
I've been e-mailing with this awesome guy Lance from the letterpress place and he concluded his last e-mail with these words:
Well, if you end up in Asheville, drop a line and
we'll either put you to work or hand you a beer,
I think this is going to be a beautiful friendship.
Most requested movie: Harry Potter
Future career: guidance counsler
Music: anything but country
Food: she's the Baker....icecream
Escape: procrastinating, gift giving
What catches her attention in guys: humor, dancing
Dream store: J-Crew
Happy place: snowboarding, watching the stars
Board game: guess who
Her husband: wears cologne and a suit everyday
Wants: Someone who likes her, makes her laugh and listens
Scent: mom- clinique happy, soft- vanilla, date- pink
Wants to Live: Colorado
House: modest but homey
Downfall show: 20/20
Dream car: BMW Z3
Most requested movie: Pride & Prejudice
Future career: History and English teacher
Is: excessively clean/OCD
"Type": hairy testosterone-y "lumber jacks"
Wants:2 maybe 3
Music: classic rock & dirty rap
Food: frozen vegetables and anything involving buffalo sauce and bleu cheese
Sport: basketball & softball
What catches her attention in guys: facial hair and great hands
Dream store: Banana Republic, Neiman Marcus
Happy place: beach and historical spots
Board game: settlers & Risk
Her husband: teaches and travels with me during the summer
Wants: considerate realist
Scent: Miracle by Lancome
Wants to Live: DE or NJ
House: big old restored historical house
Downfall show: Flavor of Love
Dream car: anything Jeep
Most requested movie: Fight Club
Future career: Artist-designer
Is: contained mess
"Type": dirty artsy boys
Wants: a ton of foster kids
Music: indie folk, socially concious rap
Food: cheese and eggs
Sport: swimming, lax, alt sports longboarding-surfing
Escape: sleep and biking
Accessory: wierd jewelry, old t-shirts
What catches her attention in guys: emo glasses
Dream store: Anthropologie and Marc Jacobs
Happy place: coffee shops, outside, local desserted places (jetty)
Board game: scrabble
Her husband: architect
Wants: grounded idealist
Scent: not vanilla
Wants to Live: beach or mountains
House: big farm house
Downfall show: Flavor of Love
Dream car: old and cool- oldschool woody wagon, comet
Thursday, December 07, 2006
The grounded idealist...perfect right? It's the person that wants to save the world, but knows that changing the world doesn't come with grand gestures, but rather small revolutions. Deniene told me the key to life was finding something you love and doing it, and finding people to love and invest in. I told her she was crushing my dreams, but she's right. Grounded idealist it is.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
I have always thrived on positive reinforcement, gold stars, and those cute little check marks you receive on exams. I have worn them as badges of validation my entire life.
This semester I took on too much. I thought I could do everything. I had the best intentions of being awesome. My photos this semester have sucked because I didn’t take the time to make them good, and the contact sheets void of creativity were just too stifling. I gave up. I thought I could throw something together, but half assessed is not what we are taught to do here.
I have never failed a class before. Actually it used to terrify me. Through this independent study I have learned that failure is an opportunity to do something ballsy, and unexpected. Something like this. This grade reflects more things learned than most of the As I have received. It is hard to own failure, to accept that you did not even come close to doing good enough. Now I’ve never been more excited to earn a grade. I’ll probably hang it on the refridgerator once I get it.
Bill you love giving As and you love giving Fs. I proudly accept my failing grade for this semester.
To this he replied that he would not let me off that easily and that I must make up the class over wintersession. I have failed at failing.