no heat in Portland

Woke up this morning with time to spare on making myself a nummy breakfast. Was going to make scrambled eggs, got the eggs all ready and was just waiting on the pan. But the pan didn't sizzle when I tested it. It didn't even cook it a little. It was like the range wasn't even on. It was at medium and I set it to high to test and nothing. Tried all the other ranges and still nothing. Put the egg mixture in the fridge and decided to just have a cereal bar and banana. When I came home I was going to make the scrambled eggs for dinner but the range STILL wouldn't turn on, and the oven wouldn't either. The indicator lights were on so it wasn't unplugged. I was left with one option, I had to call the man.

Dad was just going to bed (so he says)when I called him. He said to check the breaker switches. I turned them off and on and nothing, nada, el zilcho! I'm going to have to talk to the Goose Hollow people and get them to fix it because without the stove I am stuck in Cheerio/Sandwich/Cereal Bar territory. God forbid I have to include more vegetables with my meals. Cracked open the first jar from Tuna Clause, oh yeah lunch will be awesome tomorrow! Had to enquire from dad about how much mayo to put in, and if there was any secret thing I was missing. The technical amount to put in is a "glop" of mayonnaise.

In Digital Tools we messed around in Garage Band making noises that the teacher called "textures". Fun but the constant noise really got on my nerves. We'll be into video next so that's cool. Its a nice general overview of the programs, most of which I am not familiar with in the slightest. Plus they are all Macs and on a PC my work has never mysteriously vanished leaving ghost files that may or may not be there. Grr, thankfully my files ghosted when I only had about two done (out of 15).

We reviewed perspective (my old arch-nemesis)in drawing class. The first part was just one point perspective and then we broke for lunch. There was this financial tip speech going on and I hear there was a free lunch (sure I packed my lunch but free pizza? come on!) Mollie and I showed up at a lecture where there was pizza but it wasn't about finances and managed them, it was more about acrylic paint and we decided that was more interesting so we stuck around and had pizza and learned about how to mix paint with stuff. I still ate my lunch after two slices, developing that artist "eat when there's food" stomach.

The rest of drawing class was spent outside drawing one point perspective of condos and streets. Mine was meh, decent. Didn't have the life the tree did.

I was all bundled up today, gotta be for the bike in the morning. COLD! I need gloves, good gloves. Not dinky little knitted ones with no grip (no grip on a bike, that's smart). And a basket for my bike to make it easier to go grocery shopping. I loaned Mollie my scarf during the outside drawing, as it was cold outside and I had my (dad's)cap that goes down over my ears. A lot of people were questioning me about being cold, Michael ever offered me his jacket (awww) but I was fine, I had three layers. I think tomorrow I'm going to bring a jacket to school to leave in my locker just so I have something there in case there is a snap and I'm not prepared.

Says there will be rain soon. UHHHHG I can't bike with an umbrella in one hand.

pah-chew! lasers! pah-chew!

Mel complimented me on having a great kitchen. Clearly she just saw our fridge and assorted counter top appliances, and not the stack in the sink. I got a dish load going right now, I'm clean and all that. On our fridge is a photo of Phoebe, a photo of Amma, a photo (I took and printed) of Ibanez, a quote about frogs, a Mech Warrior magnet, a Gnome magnet, a magnet of Lindsay's old cat, a flier for Japanese Hamlet, a Japanese flier for Matthew Barney's Drawing Restraint, a cut out of a man I did for my first Time Arts project, and pictogram magnets! You can also see to the right my Oster mixer and rice cooker.

No one tried to turn into the bike lane today, though one lady was driving in it a little. Kinda wanted to shout at the stupid lady on her cellphone. Pay attention lady!

Stayed awake for Art History and learned some cool stuff about Egyptian pyramids and whatnot.

I started today in the darkroom with a photo for fun, instead of the assignment we were supposed to do (unity) and the photo I did (the one of Ibanez that is on the fridge) turned out great! And that gave me real confidence and I think I produced at least five good prints. Not sure if I'll spend more time in the darkroom tomorrow, might have to but I don't feel so frustrated now that I've pulled off a few pieces. But that's the way to go, combine art you have to do with art you want to do.

We made zoetropes in Time Arts. Super fun! Mine was of this secret agent lady walking and firing laser guns. There's a good amount of motion and it looks sooo cool. Its all pahCHEW pahCHEW. There were lots of good ones, one had a moustache bouncing about and another was hair ruffling about. Next class we will put them into the computer and animate them a little better. Whoo!!

Getting really easy to bike home. All I need is a tube to lug my paper work back and forth in.

PahCHEW! Heroes on in 10 minutes, whoo!! Prison Break is currently in an awesome second episode of a third season (I'm so glad MariCruz is alive). Love the show but hope it will be the last season, they can't stretch it out anymore.

kitten smuggler

I was reading my Art History book and I was near the heater so I was all warm and toasty and I started to nod off. Then I woke up and spent ages just trying to wake up again. Uhhg. Well at least my reading is mostly done, I hope that nap doesn't make me unable to sleep till 2am. Monday is my long day, I must have a good night sleep!

Another lazy day, fulfilling my lazy weekend. Heroes tomorrow! 9pm! YAY!

I had a dream where I was smuggling kittens and I put them in one another in a coin purse like way, to smuggle them out. And I was left with one kitten and then I was stopped at the check point and I had to unzip my kitten to see how many kittens I had. So I unzipped my gray kitten and pulled out the white kitten that was in it. I set the gray kitten down on its side and its body was flat as I had removed its insides. The white kitten was wet like I had just bathed it but all the other kittens had turned into paper. I was sad I only had one kitten and then they told me I had way too many kittens and I looked to my left and there was about 14 kittens on a display rack that was indicating they were mine and the limit was six. Oh no!

bull & venus

Well my whole "read textbook in a coffee house" cliche worked out pretty well. Read half of my Art History assignment in one sitting, and hope to finish it tomorrow. Not really hard reading just tiny print and lots of it.

Slept in way long this morning. Ibanez came in and cuddled with me a bit. Not really all that eventful. Had a nice lemonade at Starbucks, might try and find the non-conglomerate coffee place tomorrow. Had sloppy joes for dinner over at Sean's. Then we (Sean, Mike and I) watched Ravenous. Love that movie, gets better every time I see it. You won't find a better movie that stars David Arquette AND is about cannibalism. Seriously, there aren't any.

Slow day, but I need slow days. Enjoy them while I have them.

they tired to make me go to math class and I said "no, no, no"

Sean lent me volumes two and three of Preacher a few weeks ago and I laid down on the couch and started reading two. Took a little while for the plot to come back to me, been ages since I borrowed the first volume from Collier. Then Brandon came out of Lindsay's room shirtless and I went "eee" and threw the comic over my eyes. I'm glad to be in a comic circuit again, have Promethea and Akira on loan from James. As much as I'd love to spend my weekend reading comics I think I'm going to hit up a local coffee shop and get a cuppa cocoa and read me some Art History instead.

Went to PNCA today to sort out my transfer credits. I got the audit and I transferred 33 credits from Olympic College but only my Math 119 class came through and cancelled one math, there is still some lame "second' math class. There isn't any separation, no "oh this is Algebra and this is Pre-Calc" it is just "math and maybe a little bit harder math". So my options are: take math next semester, or test out of it. I was sort of hoping my Associates would enable me to skip it, but it all came down to credits and Olympic College and its 99 to 107/119 thing with no number in between left me short. So in a few months, I gotta try and remember what Kelso and Robertson taught me.

I was frustrated so I treated myself to an ice-cream cone from a super market. In the Pearl District they have a $5 minimum when it comes to purchases with debit/credit cards so I used up all my change and had just enough. Very tasty.

Dropped my roll of film off at Rite Aid (I finished up the roll earlier today). It was wound tight so they had a lot of trouble getting it set up to feed it into the machine. In the end I lost only one shot from the fumbling with getting the film to open, and it was just a shot of plants so no biggie.

Got my appointment all sorted out and rode off home at what seemed to be a very late 4:30. Lindsay was in the crosswalk when I was stopped at the light on 14th&Jefferson so I pedaled beside her as we went back to our room.

Rest of the day was spent shopping, lounging, and watching Spaced and QI. Really bad of me; hence the whole "stowing away at a coffee shop with nuthin' but my textbooks" plan for tomorrow.

Got two packages from home today. One contained lots of wonderful clothes from Rubie. Always need tees and pants, wearing some right now in fact. Thank you wonderful Rubie. The other had my old photography binder in it. Yay! Now I have my old prints and negatives.

jarMOOCH

Sean and I were watching Jim Jarmusch's Dead Man starring Johnny Depp. After what appeared to be something happening we turned it off. Oh wow after looking him up he did Ghost Dog: Way of the Samurai. I love that movie. Anyway, yeah we just couldn't stand it. The black and white seemed weird, like it is filmed in color and then made black and white. It had amazing actors but how they were directed was just sort of...odd. So anyone who has seen this movie, does it get better after Johnny Depp is revived by the "Native American" and a hit is put on him? Well not really a hit, well maybe a hit. I forget. It was so artsy that we couldn't distract ourselves by making fun of it, we felt we had to pay attention in case something happened. And when something happened we still were under-whelmed. Some fancy name is attached to it, it must be good! Reading reviews of it I kind of want to give it a second shot, we really were not in the mood for "art" movies.

So we watched The Condemned instead. Which was HORRIBLE but at least we could make fun of it the whole way through. Wouldn't recommend it. To anyone. At all, for any reason. Never thought I would turn off Johnny Depp for Vinnie Jones.

Digital Tools was hard, trying to get pictures that emphasize foreground and background..well sections of pictures and it is supposed to be black and white and abstract. Uhg. Didn't finish, isn't due until Tuesday so I will be putting in some lab time. Read some of Jim Hill's comic that he is working on; Fiasco. He has a very good comic name, Karen's full name is already a comic book name. She will have to change it.

Rode down 14th again, really easy and I can cross at a crosswalk simple enough when the bike lane disappears. Though I was on the right side and I had a green light and a car was pulling closer and closer to me and I realised they were turning, so I had to break. I think a bike lane is treated as a lane...you don't push cars out of a lane to turn, well not legally. And it was a mother with (I assume) her kids with her who almost got me. Grrr!

he first part of Drawing was spent critiquing our tree drawings. They really likes my tree, it looked as if it was blowing in the wind (apparently). Did myself real proud. Lots of good trees. So far there isn't a ban on "I Like..." yet, there will be.

Mel and I went to Tea Zone for some tea. I had this bamboo shoot flower tea (something like that) and it was really tasty but my tongue is still burned.

Then we did still life's with graphite with emphasis on the negative space. Really boring, how can we go from models and trees to cones and spheres?

Bought my film for class and pedalled home. Really bored, decided to make cookies before going over and watching Dead Man (thought it would be fun, cookies and Depp). Somewhere I failed in making the cookies, could have been some ingredient I added too much/too little or the cooking heat/time was off. They were crispy and just rather bad. Oh well, better luck next time. Tomorrow I'll make a loaf of bread.

awww

Silas from Port Townsend dropped out of PNCA.

Dang.

needs more contrast

Remember that photography class I took? Remember those prints I made? The ones that had good lights and darks and were very crisp and all that. I thought those were good, and that was my first time in the darkroom. First time with film and a non-automatic camera. I didn't even use a tripod. That photography class got me really psyched. In this photography class I spend three hours trying to get a white and a black on a single image. Five prints and none of them perfect. Kept on raising the contrast and raising the contrast and trying to keep the white which is hard when you need that dark. In the end I couldn't even get ONE good print. Looking forward to more work on Monday, might go in with Christopher over the weekend. Have to shoot another roll, whee fun.

I just don't get it. Those prints from Olympic College's photography class, I would do the test strip and figure out which second and then I'd do the print. The bonsai tree one I got on the first go, no problem. I think the one of the reeds and the water at Elandan Gardens was the first, maybe second print after the test strip. I did lots of the print that I gave to Jeanette and none of the later ones I did were quite as good as one of the first prints (that one I think came out on the second try). All of those had pure white and pure black and I did it really quick without having to fiddle about for hours on different magenta settings. I didn't even know there was a magenta setting to fiddle with. Now I can't even get a white and black on the same print unless I spill white out on a photo of of Ibanez. Hopefully with a roll of better photos I can find some success in my prints but for right now AHHHG FRUSTRATED!!

Biked down 14th instead of 12th today. Pretty nice straight shoot, though the bike lane on the left disappears and reappears on the right for some reason.

2D design was frustrating. AND on top of the whole printing fiasco I had to show Richard and James how to make prints/develop prints/explain the enlarger/all this other stuff because the teacher...I dunno what she was doing but I guess she didn't want to re-give the lecture to people who miss class. I tried my best to explain, I hope they get it.

My performance piece, also of the "uhg" variety. Two members were late in coming and I was almost thinking we would have had to give our performance with two people playing four roles which actually might have made it better than the quick, almost skit-ish piece we did give. Okay sure no one else had any ideas so I can't really diss the idea itself. We went first and it was really really short. A minute shorter than it was required to be, and it was required to be 2-3 minutes. Then there was a critique and it was really nice how people managed to get some meaning out of it. The next two were pretty amazing pieces, really well thought out and I could see me seeing them at TBA:08. I wish so many of my ideas hadn't been shot down now, might have killed some time. Oh well. Then we took a break and came back and a group did Thriller as part of their performance, it was pretty great. And another great, lots of meaning squeezed out of it, performance ended our performance art section. So glad to be over with it, moving on to animation.

Stress-free for the rest of the day.

Well on the plus side when I told Sally about my zoom technique she said in her twenty years of photography she had never heard of it before.

how big is your wrap?

Thank god for low key days. I'm still tired and if I had to really work on breaking the artists mold today I might just end up breaking myself.

We critiqued our crosshatch Illustrator pieces in Digital Tools. Mine needed a little more contrast. Then we worked on compositions using squares and circles for the rest of class. Not really totally helpful but the more practice on Illustrator the better.

There was a note on the door for Drawing telling us that we were going to be meeting at the Portland Art Museum. There was a great Leonard Baskin show going on, really amazing woodcuts. I knew his work looked familiar, it all clicked when I saw the prints from his various collaborations that he did with Ted Hughes. "Oh yeah! I new his style was familiar, Crow."

We were instructed to draw three pieces in the museum so I drew in pen Leonard Baskin's "Self Portrait as a Priest" (actually I outlined the thick black lines he did, instead of filling them in. That would have killed my pen), a line art version of Milton Avery's "Portrait of Annette Kaufman" and I lightly sketched the face of the woman from Jean François de Troy's "Allegory of Music". I have never been keen on assignments that have to do with trying to recapture the beauty of already existing work, but I do love discovering more about the piece as I focus on the details as I try to recreate them.

Phil and I ran into Arvie at coat-check as we were preparing to leave for lunch. Arvie told us that instead we were going to his studio/to check out a gallery. I don't know if you can actually still hold class during the campus-wide lunch hour but he has such a strong, commanding voice and so I followed him with only minor complaints (I was really hungry).

The gallery/studio ended up being in the same building my comic shop is. The first floor was mostly gallery space and a few shops, and above that are 35 artist studios. I asked Arvie if he was working on a piece using sandwiches as a medium and he said no. The gallery showing was very conceptual and a little sloppy for my tastes , I think I might have enjoyed it had I not spent the past hour and a half gazing at "fine art".

Arvie's studio was pretty awesome, improved by the fact that he whipped out some jelly beans and potato chips to share with us. It was a really nice large space with good light and enough room for his paintings (which are quite massive and colorful). After the tour he dismissed us for the day, as he had taught through lunch and whatnot.

Mollie, Mel, Eva and I looked about in the comic shop. Mel bought a little self-printed minicomic. Nothing new had come in for me so we all left to get food. We hit up one of the parking lot vendors, I got a chicken Cesar salad wrap. It was good though a little pricey. My hunger wins over my common sense most of the time. Maybe I should have held out for Hot Lips instead. Oh well.

We went back to PNCA and then parted ways. I'm so glad I don't have any 6-9 classes, that is just brutal! Biked home and now I can take it easy(er). Read some Art History. Whoo.

yesterday is today

Thanks to the Some Cats From Japan show, I for the first time in my life started to nod off in class. 4 hours of sleep + Art History at 8am does not make a good combination. Thankfully the room was so cold that I didn't succeed in dozing off, if it was warm I would have been out.

Yesterday:

Nathan and Rubie's final hang out day with yours truly. I had bought tickets for us for the Cartune Xprez show, hosted by Hooliganship (the duo were wearing really adorable bright red and bright blue long john combinations). We got there right on time and ran into Suki (who was going to the same event) on the streetcar. We had to sit in the front row and then they told us that theatre 2 had opened and it was playing the same thing so we were free to go to it and get better seats. We sat down in the second row. Leia sat next to me (nerd names unite). About 15 minutes after it was supposed to start was when the first video started playing. It had no sound so they stopped and restarted it trying to get it to have sound, but it didn't work. Another 15 minutes went past and they started to play a video from another TBA event in the waiting time, something German with lots of long pauses. I went and grabbed a 7-up and a Violet Crumble to munch on and when I came back they were playing a Hooliganship dvd from last year. Pretty trippy stuff, including a really sad video about a fox and a snow angel. Eventually they came out and said the Cartune Xprez was unplayable (both our version and the other one). They promised a refund and an invitation for us to come see the show at a later date.

I got my refund at PICA and we decided to trek down to Chinatown and see whats what. Stopped in at Floating World Comics but there were no new issues in for me. Love that shop.

Compound Gallery was open and was having a DigMeOut show. Unlike some museums and typical galleries, they cram as much art into the space as possible. It doesn't draw from the art to have it all so close together, it just forces the viewer to look closer. And closer I did. Loved so much of the work going on, just like I did last summer for the DigMeOut 2006 show. There was new work by Cho-Chan up and I was blown away by seeing Kana Ohtsuki's pieces in person. Beautiful work, really inspiring. Chatted with the guy managing the gallery and headed out.

There was a festival of sorts happening on 4th, live music and food stalls. Had some lunch and split ways with Nate and Rubie because I had essays to write and reading to read.

Around sevenish Celia arrived in Portland and Nathan and Rubie returned to Goose Hollow. We all hung out and chatted. I bought some shoes from Rubie for 25 cents (superstition). They are really cute flats with bows and polka dots. She also gave me a fabulous necklace and matching earrings (have to pierce my other ear now).

Rubie and Nathan left to get food for the train ride and to head back to the hotel. Gave Rubie hugs and a punch to Nathan's gut. Celia napped while I finished up my essays.

Lindsay had to work on a horrible painting project so she couldn't make Some Cats From Japan. I changed into stripey socks, Rubie's shoes, skinny jeans, my Guess white square neck shirt and my diagonal zippered Tommy Hilfiger jacket (I got it last summer at a Goodwill in Portland). I looked good, all ready for intense TBA musical performance. Sean came over at 9:20 and at 9:30 Celia, Sean and I left in her Prius for the show. There are construction pockets all over downtown Portland, so I was worried about getting from Goose Hollow to the Broadway Bridge but we got to it pretty easy, and got free parking a block away from the Wonder Ballroom.

The concert was one half intense performance, the other half was more about how it was made than a performance. The first and last guy blew me away, the middle two sort were not really up my alley but made for an interesting experience.

Fuyuki Yamakawa started off the night with a bang, or a loud hum that made me flinch. I don't know how he did it but there was a microphone attached to the side of his nose so his breathing and smacking his head with his palm created thumps and trills. Then he removed his shirt; revealing a stethoscope attached to his chest. The stethoscope was hooked up to a machine on the right and there was some light bulbs hanging in a cluster. He turned on the machine and set the volume and his pulse reverberated through the whole venue. With each heartbeat the light bulbs surged on. He breathed in and out slowly, achieving some control over his heartbeat. It beat faster and faster, the lights creating marks in my vision and he slowed it down, the beats were dangerously far apart (in the pamphlet he is quoted "Sometimes it stops my heart for seconds"). The beat really drew me in. Then he picked up the guitar. He didn't play it so much as turn the sound way up and move it back and forth and tap the side of it, the vibration creating noise from the strings instead of just plucking it. He continued for a long time with the guitar and heartbeat and then he brought in throat singing and the nasal hum. By the end, I was drawn in so much. My eyes, my ears, my whole body became a part of the performance.

It was a hard act to follow, and Kanta Horio didn't follow it well. He generated a sort of sound from magnetising paperclips and amplifying the audio of them moving about. A nice respit, but certainly far from the intensity of the first performance. After that Aki Onda was also a sort of lul in the program. His work was composed of recorded sounds played together off of cassettes, so it was interesting how he would have had to collect all the sounds but overall it didn't work so well for me. I was still coming down from the first performance I guess. A good number of people had become fed up with the two middle performances (or as it was about to roll over past midnight and they had to get up for work/class the next day like me) and left before the epic finale that was Atsuhiro Ito.

Today:

Atsuhiro Ito came out with his long fluorescent light tube and fiddled with the set up. I wasn't sure if it was him, he seemed rather humble and when the review said that his instrument, the Optron, was a fluorescent tube hooked up with microphones inside I was expecting something a little more grand looking. Actually all of the performers were really subtle in appearance (save for Yamakawa's belly button length hair) and didn't try to dominate the stage, rather leaving their music to overrule us all. All of a sudden the lights went out and he started.

All the illumination came from the pulsing of his Optron, which flared and dimmed as he played it. I wish I knew how he was controlling the lights but he had a great sense for how to use his instrument. The microphones reacted with the speakers set up behind him and simultaneously he was switching on and off little dials with his feet. And this man was 42! I wonder how he managed to maintain himself for well over half an hour standing a foot away from speakers and holding a three foot tube of light. Another all consuming performance, something I doubt will be equalled any time soon. Well equalled in the sense of me seeing anything as awesome any time soon. I also got a picture with him after the show.

There was another band coming on after Some Cats From Japan. We stayed to watch them preform a couple songs but a unanimous decision came about that we were tired so at 1:10am we left to go back to Goose Hollow. Celia slept on an inflatable mattress in my living room and it felt great to sink into bed at about 1:50am. Hated HATED the alarm going off at 6:00am but what are you going to do? It was worth it.

I didn't want to bother with making lunch, figuring Yo's soup would hit whatever spot that needed hitting later on. I was a little wobbly on my bike but I got my energy and balance right as I turned onto 14th from Clay which was when I needed by balance and energy so it all worked out.

Art History was brutal. Our first real lecture class and it was slide after slide of the teacher talking about Paleolithic this and cave painting that. Not that it is boring but it was oh so not what I needed in the morning. Found myself nodding off, trying to fidget and stay focused. The break didn't come soon enough and after a mini nap and a Nutrigrain bar I gained some energy and momentum and didn't nod for the rest of the class (or day).

2D Design was darkroom, which was review for me but also sort of frustrating that a lot of my negatives were over exposed and my first photography teacher never told me that you had to leave prints in the wash for 5+ minutes so there was way more time spent waiting than I'd like. Got a couple good prints, but they aren't dark enough. I wish I had my negatives from my first photography class, I didn't get to print all that I wanted. I'll pick them up next time I come home. At least time in the darkroom goes fast. Before I knew it, it was time for...

Time Arts! Long talk about performance art and then we divided up into groups to work on our pieces. I'm not totally psyched about our piece and a lot of my ideas were shot down but I get the sort-of main role so it isn't so bad. It isn't as involved and choreographed as it could be.

Essentially one by one we look in a box and we each have a different reaction to whats int he box (confusion, sorrow, despair) and then I come out and am over joyed by whats in the box and its a photo of our teacher. Still room for some changes but I think it will stay pretty much the same (it wasn't my main idea but so far no one else had any other thoughts so we went with it).

Then we watched a video about a performance artist whose name I have forgotten but in the end there was a man that was made from a mold that had jello poured into it and the audience was invited to eat the jello-man. It was titled "The Last Immigrant".

Boy was I happy to finally ride home. 8:00am-6:00pm. I hope Monday will never be my long day ever again.

Wonderful seeing Rubie, Nathan and Celia. Hope more people come and visit and hope that you all understand that when you visit I will have to do homework. I'll try to get a jump on it, but you know me. I get it done in the end, it just takes me some time to get to doing it.

in short

I hope Nate and Rubie had fun.

The animation didn't go as planned.

Finished my essays with time to spare.

Time that was spent with Celia.

Some Cats from Japan was a cacophony of awesome.

Full days in review tomorrow night.

eat all day

Today's plans revolved around going from place to place and eating.

Nathan gave me a call 10:30ish informing me they were by my dorm. I had planned to meet them at their hotel but oh well, day got an early start. Ate my breakfast and we decided to just walk down 10th, towards the Pearl District, and see what happened. We checked out a couple shops, but no buyables were present. Looked into Polygraph, as part of TBA but decided against asking the performer any questions. Had an early lunch at the Tea Zone (mmm panini) then we trekked up to 19th and Marshall and I got the photo supplies for my next class. We looked at the spinning thing at the Corberry Press and I got caught in it, and came quite possibly close to destroying a piece of art had I not unhooked myself.

I drew on the sidewalk for a chalk thing going on. A self portrait of myself as a flower. Then we went to the mall, and had some free sweets that were given out. Tired we went back to Goose Hollow and relaxed and ate some of the Graham Cake that Rubie had made last night. Quite tasty. After that we walked to the freezone and got on the max. Stopped by their hotel for a bit and flipped through the channels (so much nothing). Rubie tried to get a Zune tax free at Sears (with her Sears discount because she is an employee) but it didn't work out so well. Then we had dinner in the food court.

Even though I bought a ticket for the max, no one was around to check it.

On the way to Pro Photo Supply we passed a man walking in a square from crosswalk to crosswalk on 11th & Lovejoy. He had chalk attached to his shoes and made a square design as he made his way across the street. I remembered seeing the white crosswalk square on 11th & Johnson and put two and two together and figure out that he was Stan Shellabarger, and his walking in squares was part of TBA. I remember seeing a note in the TBA book; something that said "Try and find Stan Shellabarger" and I'm excited that we did.

I like the way you say "graham"

Met Nathan and Rubie at the train station today. They are visiting for the weekend, originally they were going to stay at my place but dad set them up at the Holiday Inn. I just caught the streetcar going to the station, and we just caught the max to the hotel, and we caught it nicely on the way to 10th and coming back from PNCA. Had to wait a few minutes for it at Goose Hollow.

Met them at the station and we walked to the max so they could check into their hotel. When we got their they said that the room wouldn't be ready for another 45 minutes so we went to Burgerville. I had fish & chips, they both had burgers. The room has a sort of really ugly view, oh well. We hopped on the max again and went downtown. Walked around Powell's and then went to PNCA. Showed them about. Ran into Daniel, Kat, Arvie and a few other people.

We stopped by Safeway to get fixings for dinner, fettucini and a graham cake. Num nums! Rubie is fantastic, wonderful person. Ate the food and relaxed a bit. The day went by really fast (met them at 2:00 and then six hours just melted away). They got on the max at about 8:00 and headed off to the the Holiday Inn. Pretty convenient, you walk three blocks to the max, get on, and then walk about 7 blocks to the hotel.

No major plans tomorrow, probably Saturday Market and visit some of the free TBA events.

I can draw trees!!

Had to go to Reed College to see a lecture for Drawing Class. Had to get there at 11am, after my 8:00-10:45 class. I don't know where Arvie got the idea that we could make it to Reed in 15 minutes, which is in South East Portland (PNCA is North West, you have to cross Burnside and the Willamette). I hitched a car ride with Hayden and his tall friend (Sam?). We spent 15 minutes walking 12 blocks to his car, and then about 25-35 minutes driving to get to Reed and another 10 minutes finding parking and going "aww hell no one remembers where the lecture is?" It all added up to us showing up right as the few classmates that made it were leaving. Lots of people came late/got lost so we didn't feel to bad. Though a lot of energy wasted only to show up and then be told to go back and meet in class at 1:30 after lunch. Hitched a ride back with Michael (who unlike the people who I rode with, he doesn't smoke in his car with a window minimally put down).

We got back just in time for lunch so I went to another TBA lecture. This time by some people from a blog competition, Hooliganship, Slappe(PNCA professor) and Andrew Dickson. A lively discussion about the Internet and blogging and doing collaborative art. I didn't take notes so I have forgotten most of what they said (I was to busy eating my egg salad sandwich).

Returned to drawing class and for the rest of it we were in the park on Part Street drawing trees. I was very pleased with my tree drawing, I want to mail it to my old art teacher with a note saying "look! I can draw trees, OKAY!!" The work that I have been doing, a lot of it is just producing work to show that this is where I'm at and that I can do this. And I am finding that I can do it, and that is great. I'm excited for when I get to the point of being able to use these concepts and apply them to my work for me.

In Digital Tools I drew over a photo of my choosing (Ibanez) with lines and whatnot. I'm starting to really like Illustrator, gives a good look. Can't get a screenshot of either of my projects, don't think I can open them without the program.

Picked up my film I had developed earlier and rode off home. When I got home I was reminded I need to find and buy my Art History text. Powell's one 11th edition copy was gone so I had to go to PSU and drop $95 on a used copy. I have till the fourth to return it, so I'm going to try and order a cheaper version and then return this one. That's only if the text wouldn't be used for the next Art History (Gothic onwards) class, if I use it all the way through I am keeping it.

Today was cold, so biking was refreshing, there was also a whisper of rain that felt really good at the end of my bike trips.

Met up with Mel to go see Andrew Dickson's Sell Out at Wieden + Kennedy. A really excellent lecture on how to sell out (there are 27 steps) and how it isn't so bad. I'm not to concerned with selling out and all the people I walked and talked with after (Phil and Mike were also at the lecture) also didn't despair about it. One of the steps was to say you are not going to sell out. I am at about the step concerning college. I'm on the right track. Whoo!!

Andrew Dickson "sold out" when he was employed by Wieden + Kennedy. The Time Based Arts Festival is put on by PICA. PICA is located in/funded by/a part of Wieden + Kennedy. Wieden + Kennedy is one of the world's largest ad agencies, they did Nike's, "Just Do It." Andrew Dickson's lecture on selling out was a part of TBA. So in short: Wieden + Kennedy funds PICA who puts on the TBA Festival who had Andrew Dickson as part of it, giving his lecture in an auditorium located in a building of the company he sold out to, who must have a distinct knowledge that he believes that working for them is selling out.

Nathan and Rubie visit tomorrow, yay! Also sleeping in.

a grape only needs yellow

My imagination has recovered from tEEth. Now the only thing on my mind is the legs of one of the male dancers.

After the show I hung out with Mel, Mollie, Daria, Cidney, and the two girls from Silverdale (why do I have such trouble with both their names?). Sat about and chatted and ate pudding. Lindsay was up late working on her art project, she has so illustrate "the pompous socialites laughed at Judy's small head". She did a lettuce theme.

Today I slept in. And it was good. Rolled out of bed at 9:00, leisurely got prepared for the day. The bike racks were stuffed, but I managed to find one with enough space. Cool how many people commute by bike, James said his bike was stolen because he used a cable lock and not a Krypotonite one. So now I feel better about dropping some pretty polly on my U-lock. Some times it is a hassle to thread through but ultimately worth it if it saves my transportation. I don't like walking to school, takes far to long.

2D design was figuring out how to get three colors to look like four and four colors to look like three (one day I'll figure out the scanner at school and start posting art here). Cidney gave me $20 so we split the cards between us. I only cut a little bit off and I taped it on, not glue. I got my colors to work pretty early on so I left to run some important errands. Printed out my assignment for Digital Tools. The teacher had us draw over this photo, experimenting with line and the brushes. Never used Illustrator before but I think I'm getting the hang of it. Excited for tomorrow. Digital Tools and Time Arts are what I look forward to (Drawing I is good but a lot of the stuff I'm familiar with already, 2D design is sometimes fascinating but it doesn't feel like we have started yet, and Art History is still to soon to tell).

Time Arts got more into performance art and a discussion about "what is art?" I didn't say my art=effort idea, but there will be time for that later. Next class will be spent in practice and we will perform on Wednesday. We have to use a box, have a surprise appearance, use some words somehow, a 5 second silence, and a repeated motion. No plans to meet up before Monday to practice and brain storm, we are leaving it to our lonesome until then.

Saw Daniel Duford, who shaved his goatee. I waved and he smiled back, I think he remembered me.

Walked about with Sean and shot a roll of film for 2D Design. I don't remember all that I learned about exposures in my photography class from years ago, I hope enough turn out. Have to leave early to see if Rite Aid has film development.

Tomorrow I am going to Reed College for a lecture of sorts instead of Drawing class (it is through Drawing class, I'm not ditching) and seeing Andrew Dickson at 6:30. All this TBA stuff is cool, but it is really overwhelming my schedule when I am trying to get my bearings. All is working out, I'm no where near being late on anything.

my imagination has been broke

Okay. tEEth like, broke something. My ears, my eyes and some part of my brain. My ears from the noise. So sudden and constant and woah. The eyes, the strobe show at the end. It was intense to say the least. I wouldn't say I enjoyed it, but it was good. Spectacular. Surreal, horrific, scary, and just a little bit sticky. It all felt so unreal, I've never been so sucked in to something. Sitting far above the performers, the dead center of the last row on the third level. Overseeing it all, the struggle and pain. Amazing in a way I can't describe.

Sitting there, it sunk in.
I am at art school.
I am.
At art school.
Art school.

*ding* laundry is done

I hope that my laundry looks a little less ravaged by the machine. Stupid heavy duty mechanic monsters. Grrr. Well it seems warm and fluffy. Should be good then.

Road my bike again. Slowly getting easier to get up the hill. Don't know what I'll do when it rains. Everyone else has a city bike, mine stands out a little. I don't need to join the popular crowd, with their pastel artsy bikes. I'd stand out more if I had a Ninja or something. Just calculated the distance to school: 1.21 miles and round trip (slightly different round) makes it 2.39 in total. Kinda wishing I could brag about it being all "OHhhh I bike five miles to school" But nope, just a mile. Well, that's a mile I don't have to walk.

Digital Tools we got right into it. We turned in our Photoshop assignment and then we were introduced to Illustrator. I'm not familiar with it at all, but I'm picking it up pretty quick. Working on a line vector piece that I will print out all pretty like on Thursday.

Drawing was more gesture and contour, near the end we got into shading and doing subtraction by way of highlighting, instead of addition by way of shadowing. Rather neat. There was also lots of hair fluffing going on between me and a few of my classmates.

Lunchtime I went to Utrecht to get the color aid cards and some vine charcoal. AHHHGG! I hope the color aid cards will be used extensively for ever and ever! $40! For a bunch of colored screen printed cards!!!!! There are not enough exclamation marks! Grrr. Might have James of Cidney gimme $20 and we will share the cards. Still the $40 came from my account. And I know all the photo gear I will have to get will run me at least that amount.

Yup. Trillian is going to have to get a job. Booo!!

Going to see tEEth tonight with Mollie and Mel. The remaining TBA events I will be seeing are: Cartune Xprez, Andrew Dickson, and Some Cats From Japan.

speech is BAD

Can anyone tell me what is wrong with that picture?

We were reading a paper in Time Arts about performance art, the paper came from a grad school book for people getting a masters in performance art (why would they need that?), anywhoo the paper went on and on about how speaking is bad and how every time you hear speech in a play/movie/TV/whatever it is all dumbed down and fakey or whatever. And how performance art is the only thing trying to reflect reality. Everything else is fake. And how a sentence in performance art must be treated as an object, like it has to be on equal par with the chair in your piece. chair = sentence. It was hard to follow. Earlier Diane had found a sticky note on the floor that said "this guy is a jerk" and we were wondering who it was talking about. I think it was the writer of this paper (actually it didn't say jerk but if Liam reads this I don't want to teach him bad words).

Lindsay's joke she got from her painting teacher:
How many performance artists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
I don't know, I left early too.

Rode my bike to school today. Nabbed a lock-your-bike-to-this pretty easily, and was only mildly sweaty as I went to my first class.

My Art History class left early, as we couldn't have done any reading so a lecture wouldn't have been so good for us without a reading warm up. The Silverdale-girl and Mallory are in my class, as well as a wide variety of other people from varying levels of education. I like being a transfer student, more variety in your classmates. We wrote a little essay and were allowed to go when we were done. We had a half-an-hour so Silvie-gal and I walked to Powell's to see if they had the text. They had it, but it was 11th edition, the complete book (not paperback or split into the two segments) and hardcover. Oh and $65. Going to shop around a little. I was peckish so I picked up a scone.

We got back with plenty of time to spare before our next classes. 2D design was uneventful, a lecture about color and how crazy it is. Sat about during lunch and chatted with Tabitha and Rainbow.

We had a special speaker talk to us about color after lunch. He was Spanish and had great hair and a lovely accent. Every now and then he would pause and say "is that a word?" All this color stuff, sort of intense. How you can combine four blocks of color and get three colors, or three blocks and get four. We will get into learning how to manipulate colors like that on Wednesday. I am part excited, part terrified. Need to get those color aid cards and burnable discs. All this stuff I have to buy, starting to feel like I don't need any of the stuff I brought with me.

My triptych for Time Arts seemed to go over well. Most of the class was consumed by the "what is performance art?" discussion. I still don't get how performance art isn't supposed to be seen as a mixed medium.

IT HAS ONLY BEEN A WEEK!! AHHH!!

And Nathan and Rubie are visiting Friday-Monday. That will be cool, need to take note of all the places I want him to pay for me to eat at.

fabuless trill

You know the barber scene in Police Academy? Where Copeland and Blankes sit down and get a buzz cut because they thought that is what they were supposed to get? And Martin comes in and requests a little off the sides (or off the top, I forget) in front of them, making them aghast at the fact they just had their manes shaved off for no reason.

Before I left to get my hair cut, I ran into Mollie and another girl who had their hair done by children yesterday. Mollie's hair was short, really really short. Almost unstyleable short. But it looked good on her, and she said something about requesting it that way. The other girl had a sort of Kelis-esque side half-hawk with a line design cut into it. Sean, Mike, and David were tagging along to see the possibility of my hair being badly ravaged by a 10-year-old. I arrived early and saw some of the work being done. One guy looked like he had a word shaved in the back of his head, it didn't really work but it was fun and a conversation starter at the least. Some of the hair cuts were not so good, sort of shaky but as I just said all would be good conversation starters. And if the worst happened to me I would just shave my head, something I've wanted to try out anyway. I got into my chair a little earlier than 1:00 and it began! I was asked what I wanted. I had the choice to go crazy or to be sensible and not push it. I just asked for bangs and the back to be trimmed up a bit.

It went well! It went really well, my cut seems perfect actually. The bangs are jagged, which I wanted and the back is nice and neat.

Afterwards we went to Larry Bamburg's exhibit on Northrup & 18th. A beautiful piece, little bits of paper and feathers were suspended and spinning slowly. Very serene to look at. We had talked about seeing it and the timing was right so my little quartet from floor three went so see Paprika. Actually it made me a little more confused the second time (such as the physical manifestation of Paprika in the beginning) but I enjoyed it immensely. And Mike and David, who aren't really familiar with Japanese cinema, let alone animation, seemed to enjoy it as well. Might have even blown David's mind a little as he was sort of "woah" when we got out of the theatre.

We were starving so we went for Thai food after that. Medium priced but extremely tasty. David and Sean got into a debate about should art be dumbed down for the masses. I made a point about how many people have prints of fine art in their home versus how many people have ceramic gew-gaws, and how really stupid movies do well at the box office even though everyone should know they are stupid. Sort of a "if you don't care you aren't aware" type of thing I guess. Mike and I just sort of listened as they fired back and forth, a very heated debate. One of many I will hear and be a part of in the coming years.

We, plus many others, are going to the William Kentridge show tonight. Bound to be spectacular.

there and back again

Tested out how long it takes to get to PNCA on bike when going down 12th. An amazing 12 minutes. I should allow 15 at the minimum, and set to leave at about 25 till. Really easy, all downhill. A little tricky at times when a strong wind was pushing at me, but I stayed upright. Going back on 13th took about 16 minutes, which makes sense as it is uphill. The wind on my back was only there when I was stopped, so I didn't have its aid. The hill isn't so bad, just all the other times when I am going against it I have always been tired.

Today had a slow start as I didn't get much sleep due to the balcony party going on till 2am.

All I had planned for today was to go see a movie, and Sean texted me indicating he had the same idea. Portland, being a cool hip city, has lots of cool hip theatres. Some of them are 21+ after a certain period of the day, blocking me from seeing the indie movies they flaunt at me with posters tacked to the side. One movie I have wanted to see for some time, but was never available to me for seeing, turned up at one of these 21+ theatres; the Living Room Theatre. It was only showing twice a day, at 6:20 and 2:10, Friday-Thursday. At 3:30 the theatre/lounge/cafe turns over to 21+. Here was my chance! I could see this movie today or tomorrow, without fail or scheduling conflicts! Hurrah! I tried to round up some more people to go with us but David, Mike and Bryan were out, James had beach plans, and the boys in 111 weren't up for it. So it was just the two of us.

At a little after 1:00, Sean and I started walking towards the theatre to go see Paprika. Loved it. Absolutely fantastic movie. The animation seemed near flawless, the imagination that went into the concepts, yow! I wish more movies like this were spread across the country in every Regal cinema, instead of tucked away in limited 14 showing releases. I thought A Scanner Darkly was a good step in the right direction of using animation to present concepts otherwise unattainable in other mediums. Paprika is a trip, and one I'd like to take again tomorrow if I can round up more people. Sandwich a second viewing in between my maybe haircut and the William Kentridge show. Ohhhh I want to see it again, can't wait for DVD. Could have a Satoshi Kon night; Tokyo Godfathers and Paprika, movies that transcend their genre.

Walking back we stopped by the Cheese Steak Sandwich guy for lunch, and ate our tasty sandwiches as we meandered home. A nice, easy going day. There are PICA/TBA events going on tonight, I just can't be bothered to pay $20 and see them.

Now to do my homework. Triptych first or contour drawing? Reading later on.

chervona & enjoying my day off

Whew! I attempted biking around the city today at was fairly successful at it; I didn't get lost, get hit by a car (or almost get hit, no car-related trauma at all), and found a convenience store before I dehydrated. I'm still a little fearful but I'll get past it the more I do it.

First Thursday was pretty fun. Lindsay, Brandon, Sean and I got a semi-late start to the show in Pioneer Courthouse Square. It was pretty packed when we got there so we didn't stay long. The music was pretty, not totally right up my alley but still nice. We back-tracked to 13th and walked towards the Pearl District. We saw a nice exhibit with glass work, it was so tempting to touch it. Lindsay says at her first show she will let people touch the work, I suggested that you give out texture samples for people to handle. I wish more art was touchable, and not so much like that massive iron sculpture in Seattle's Olympic Sculpture Park which had oodles of warnings about how fragile it was. There was a nice Alice in Wonderland inspired show in a real estate office, more illustration than fine art (but that is fine by me, illustration is what I want to do after all).

13th quickly gave way to blocks of tents and tables of local artists selling paintings/jewelry/hats/gauged jewelry/cookies. I only had a few bucks in cash which prevented me from buying a silver necklace and a flapper-esque hat. Both looked great on me but I would rather buy food than jewelry and clothes I probably wouldn't wear that much (I wish I had my camera, would have been nice to get a shot of me in that hat, it was super cute). Roaming the market made me wish I had a job so I could be a little spendy, but if I had a job I'd be a little more spendy food wise (gosh I could really go for some Ben & Jerry's). There was a great band playing near PNCA, a Russian Gypsy/folk/jazz band, Chervona. I donated some of the few bucks I had and grabbed their CD. While listening to them, David showed up and asked me to dance, which amazingly I did. I'm not normally one to dance, and certainly not in front of a large group of people gathered around street performers. We danced for the rest of the song; the moves I remembered from the Swing/Ballroom class I took a year or so ago. Despite my shuffling and embarrassment, it was great fun! I hope to see this band preform again.

The exhibits in PNCA were not anything new to me, I've been seeing them for the past week. But this time one of the installations had its audio turned on and the howling was annoying. Somewhere near the hat stand I had lost track of Lindsay and Brandon, but they were going out to dinner after so no biggie. I didn't feel like walking around more so Sean and I decided to catch the streetcar back. Walking past the West Cafe we decided to have an impromptu delicious dinner. I had the Quesedilla Salad and he had, as per my suggestion, the Granny Smith and Grilled Chicken Salad. I didn't quite like all the parts in my salad, but it was overall tasty and filling the parts I did eat. We finished off with steamed milk and whipped cream, mine was chocolate and Sean said "surprise me" and he got hazelnut. A nice warm treat to end the day on.

Had a very nice night sleep, the adjustment to the city is going pretty well.

As I wrote earlier, I decided to take another whack at city biking today. I planned out my trip and made direction notes so I was super prepared. My plan for today was to get a proper bike lock, to make my comic run, pick up tickets for Cats from Japan, and see how easy it was to get to and from PNCA from Goose Hollow.

Description of my route: Turned right after walking my bike out of Goose Hollow, biked up a hill, turned right on Columbia, continued on Columbia till 12th, turned right on 12th, continued on 12th till Salmon and turned right on Salmon, arrived at bike store on 10th & Salmon. Headed East on 12th, turned right on Everett, turned right on 4th when I realised I passed 5th, looped around block, went down Davis, turned left on 5th and parked my bike in the hallway outside Floating World Comics, which is located between Burnside and Couch on 5th. Went West on Couch, turned right on Broadway and continued straight. Crossed the Broadway Bridge, Broadway Y'ed into Broadway and Weidler, I went straight on Weidler and turned left on Williams. Continued straight and then turned right on Russell. Stopped at Wonder Ballroom. Headed West on Russell, turned left on Vancouver, turned right on Broadway. Crossed the Broadway Bridge again and turned right heading towards Lovejoy. Merged onto Lovejoy and turned left on 13th. Stopped at PICA. Continued straight on 13th, turned right on Jefferson. Continued straight on Jefferson, went down the hill and turned left on 18th and left again on Clay. Arrived back at Goose Hollow.

The Kryptonite lock that I bought is magnificent, works like a breeze. Ain't nobody taking my bike now!

Had a great comic run at Floating World Comics. Picked up Doktor Sleepless #2, The Boys #10, Y the Last Man #58, American Virgin #18, and 30 Days of Night: Eben and Stella #4. More comics than I was expecting to be in my box, but I can't complain about having more Ellis and Ennis. Five issues do not amount to much dough, don't worry mother. Also once the Eben and Stella arc end, I am taking that off my subscription, it just doesn't hold my interest anymore. And Y the Last Man ends in about three issues, and Pirates of Coney Island has yet to have the final few issues published (grr!) so really Doktor Sleepless, American Virgin, and The Boys are the only comics I'm buying on a once-a-monthly basis. I know and realise I can't crazy-splurge like I used to, but if anyone wants to visit and be the enabler they are more than welcome to! FWC has a spectacular indie/zine/self published section. They have a great selection all around, but their "Trillian really wants this and hopes it will still be there when she gets a job" selection is phenomenal.

The Broadway Bridge climb was killer, I was exhausted as it finally went downhill. The grocery store on Williams was a god-send, as I didn't bring any foot/liquids with me. Turns out Lindsay's voucher didn't work at the Wonder Ballroom, I had to take it PICA to redeem it. Got my ticket just fine for the Cats from Japan show (not about cats). The return was easy, as it was downhill. Ran into Laura at PNCA (not literally, just sort of chatted and gave off the general impression I was someone with somewhere to go). At PICA I found out the voucher would not work for events at The Works (things that take place at Wonder Ballroom). The WONDERFUL FABULOUS people gave me a "get into one show at The Works" ticket, I don't think that was their policy they just did it to be nice. I am thinking about sending them a thank you card, a general "you guys are supremely awesome and nice" sort of thing. I'd give them Banana Bread, but I'm all out.

13th is a slow hill heading south, but I made it up all right. Long day, even though all in all it probably didn't take me more than two hours to make the trip. No plans for the rest of the day, probably hang out with Lindsay or something.

clack clack clack

Today I wore my leather shoes auntie Celia gave me, they give off a lovely sound as I walk in them. A sort of empowering feeling. I dressed up(ish) for First Thursday; shiny shirt, black tank, black skinny leg jeans and my pointy leather shoes. Got lots of compliments (about four). Not the best walking shoes, but walking was easy today.

First Thursday is the first Thursday of every month, it is when galleries have their openings. The TBA Festival also begins today. I received a ticket for tEEth from Arvie for the September 11th show and made a reservation for that hair cut thing (Sunday, 1pm), there is a chance for chickening out so never fear (mom) I might keep it how it is. I ended up not buying any tickets from PICA for Nathan and Rubie when they visit, there are some free open events going on I'll try for first, before I spend $60-$75 on tickets. Plus I want to see what I am getting tickets for (I am supposed to get more from my remaining classes) and what times I will be busy before committing myself to a show. I also have homework so Nathan and Rubie might have to entertain themselves.

In Digital Tools we reviewed the homeroom site, the Apples, and photoshop. We took photos in photo booth and messed around with them, we will turn in our five best on Monday. Nothing to exciting, rather basic, but it is just starting out. Will get more intensive soon. Drawing I was figure drawing, gestures and contours. Really basic stuff I'm used to and sort of bored with. Arvie did knock it up a notch when we started sketching and then he told us to trade seats with the person next to us and draw on their work. We did a full rotation and then he said we had ten minutes to "fix-it", I don't think I "fixed-it" but I do like the outcome.

Had egg-salad sandwich for lunch. Mollie, Kat, Eva and I sat on the Jamison Square Park Fountain while enjoying our food. Kat and Eva got some food from a cart, it looked really hearty and filling. Sort of a mish-mash of beans and rice and cheese and lettuce and peanut sauce and some other unidentifiable things. I might try it out, but, you know, without all that weird stuff.

Tonight I am going to see Rinde Eckert's On the Great Migration of Excellent Birds in Pioneer Courthouse Square. Going with Lindsay, Brandon, and Sean.

should I?

Should I get my hair cut by children? On Saturday and Sunday, as part of the TBA Festival, Mammalian Diving Reflex is putting on this show that features people getting haircuts from children. You call in for your free appointment and show up 12-4 on the two days. I need a haircut, and this might be fun. Or a disaster, but I've had heinous haircuts before. Also it would make a great story. Some days I like where my hair is at right now, some times it is fussy and annoying to have to work with it. And this is a new time in my life, so maybe the cut could be a good way to usher in this time?

What do you think?

Yesterday was really easy, so I wasn't exhausted when I got home. Today I am wiped. Set my alarm wrong again, but got up no problem. Caught the shuttle, which brought me to school in five minutes. That thing is wonderful. Chatted up Lindsay and Karen before my 2D design class. Matt, Chris, Cidney, John, and James from the dorms are in that class with me. James and I talked about comics and we set up a lend later on(Promethea for Transmetropolitan), he also remembered (and really liked) the Banana Bread I made for the pot luck. This class is half painting, half photography. We won't be developing our own film but we will be making prints in the dark room. I will be using gouache for the first time, so that is exciting.

Lunch was the mangled sandwich I made yesterday, still good just a little ravaged from being lugged around. There is such a wide variety of students at PNCA, can't wait for things to really get going.

Finished off 2d Design with a slide show and some camera talk.

Time Arts has Amina and Mike, everyone else is sort of unfamiliar. One awesome girl prefers Eccleston to Tennant, just like me. In the class we discussed duration, tempo, intensity, scope, setting, and chronology and how they relate to performance and art in general. This class is currently the front runner for my favorite. We are starting with performance and idea generation and we will perform in front of people (class or large group, I don't know) then animation, cinematic structures and media, video poetry, sound, and then the wonderful part: graphic novels!! Yay! First semester and I will be working with comics, woo-hoo! Then finals with installation and critiques throughout.

Walking back was the bad part. Mike and I just missed the streetcar by 45 seconds, so we walked along 11th and waited a few stops down for it to catch up with us. We rode it for about three blocks when it stopped due to a truck blocking the way. A large group disembarked, the people lacking portfolios, and we stayed behind. Eventually we gave in and walked the rest, taking turns lugging my portfolio (Mike is so nice). Loathe the steady uphill walk and despise the face my portfolio wasn't opened once today. Well, now I know that I probably won't need it Mondays and Wednesdays, so that's good. Less lugging.

Now I'm home again, trying to decide which TBA events to take Nathan and Rubie to when they visit (need to get tickets) and thinking about getting my hair cut.

my first day

Ate some Hot Lips Pizza for lunch. The five of us (Mollie, Kat, Mel, Brendan (?) and myself) climbed up the stairs to the rooftop patio and ate overlooking the yuppie Pearl District. Love Portland, love the trees and the fact you can drink the water.

Having two classes makes for a nice day, not that much to clog it up.

I set my alarm clock wrong, but awoke at 6:03 with a charlie horse. It was like, "gah oh my leg! oh shoot I almost overslept, whew! Oh my leg...gotta get up and start my first day now." I set out my clothes and portfolio and supplies the night before so it was easy getting everything prepared. Had to make my lunch, which I ended up not eating (dinner/breakfast/lunch tomorrow, it will be nom nom nommed some how), and breakfast but that was pretty much it. Danced with Ibanez a little before heading out with Lindsay to start our exciting lives as art students!

Walked about 1/3 of the way there, then the streetcar caught up with us. My hands and arms were aching from the portfolio and I sure hoped they wanted us to use them the first day like they said. Some other PNCA people were on the streetcar, but we didn't realise until we disembarked.

Found my class, sat down next to Karen and Mallory. The teacher looks to be in his mid to late twenties, not the operatic nutter who gave us the presentation. Not much happened, just went over the syllabus and that was it. Forty-five minutes in he said, "Okay, you are free to go." I was a little slow to stand, in case he was pulling a fast one on us but it was the truth. He let us out at 8:45, and i had two hours, fifteen minutes to kill till my drawing class.

Mallory, Karen and I went to Office Max to get the supplies we needed for digital tools, got the heavy paper and a USB stick because, lets face it, no God-fearing iMac will accept my Creative Zen V Plus as a USB device. We parted ways with Mallory and Karen and I decided to hang around in the student lounge and play games. She whooped my butt twice at checkers, twice at Speed and once at go fish. I went to find my class and she left to check out the library. There was a little mix up in what I thought to be the class number, but I had enough time and ended up in 203 just fine. Read Crooked Little Vein while waiting for people to show up.

Drawing I has a few people I recognise and a lot I don't. But the people I met seem interesting and nice, seeing as how we skipped off to lunch together. One guy said he was majoring in photography even though painting was what he wanted to do. His reasoning was that he didn't want the painting program to destroy his love for it, which just seems silly to me. You gotta test your love, and hes just going to end up taking a lot of photography classes and shooting himself in the foot because he will be missing out on all the painting classes. Oh well, his choice. Another guy, Daniel, is almost thirty and going back to school for the first time. His wife is going to the Culinary institute, so they are both in the same education boat.

Arvie Smith, my drawing teacher, seems awesome. He was really nice and had a good laugh and good things to say about our work. We talked for the first forty-five minutes and then we took the campus wide hour lunch break. Returning, he assigned us all to do a self portrait in the remaining two hours. Some people are really talented, I feel right at home and cozy with them. And all are humble, which is nice. My RA Jennifer is in my class, shes photography major and isn't as adept at drawing but even she was excited by the work she did so that was great.

My portrait, which I may post later, ended up a little intense. The mirror I was using was tilted down so that is the perspective I was going with, the eyes aren't totally aligned, which is something I only noticed near the end when I stepped away. The further and further I stepped away the more the eyes drifted away from each other. But not so bad for a first start and two hours.

The art supply kit they wanted us to buy had pretty much everything I needed, save for some vine charcoal, which I picked up after class got out. Walked with Bryan and Danielle to the streetcar, which was pulling in right as we arrived at the stop. I was sweaty and feeling icky when I got back to my room, so I changed my shirt and started my usual habit of relaxing.

About thirty minutes into my relaxation there was a knock on my door. Daniel was standing there and loudly proclaimed, "Hey Neighbor!!" Caught up in his excitement, we clasped hands and hopped up and down together. He is moving from the Tower into the Plaza, and will be right down the hall from me. Yay! Sean and I helped him move his stuff down into his room, not all of it but a good amount. He (David)had to leave for a 6:30-9:15 class, so we all parted ways and I resumed my cooling off from the long day.

A good first day, though Visual Elements: Digital Tools was a little disappointing. Can't wait for tomorrow!

Oh and I ran into Vosse, who I met last summer.

here I go...

Okay. It is here. I will go to sleep, wake up, shower, get dressed, eat, make my lunch, grab my stuff and go to school. Will leave 7:20ish, try to catch the streetcar but if not, no biggie I will just walk to school. The walk takes the same time, if not a little less, as it did to drive to Olympic College. No biggie. Then I will arrive at school, go to Visual Elements: Digital Tools at 8:00 then Drawing I at 11:00. I'll eat my lunch, continue with Drawing I until 3:00, at which point I will head home. I will arrive at Goose Hollow at around 3:45 at the latest. My first day. Real simple.

as I said before

Lots of slacking done yesterday, lots of sitting around. David popped in for a bit and we chatted. He is volunteering for the Time-Based Art Festival, and I kind of want to volunteer as well but I don't want to over burden myself. He said there is a performance where three nights in a row a group of people read and act out The Great Gatsby in its entirety. I will see some shows through PNCA so even if I don't volunteer I will be part of it (audience wise). During the orientations they talked about how PNCA is one of the few (if only) schools that weaves its curriculum around a major world-wide art exhibition like this. Exiting! And it all starts tomorrow.

Went over to Sean's and ate chicken and corn then we (Sean, Mike, and I) watched Breakfast on Pluto.

thump thump thump

I just got back from telling my upstairs neighbour to not do whatever it was that made him thump so much at 3am. His name is Bo and he was very nice and apologetic about bouncing his tennis ball (I'm sure he wasn't aware of the noise it was making). Outside of his thumping, I think the PNCA students will be the more likely noise makers in the dorm.

Yesterday was for taking it easy, as is today most likely. Went to get some stamps, saw something AWESOME on 6th and Madison, went to Payless but couldn't find any sneakers that I liked, and then I went to Powell's. I wanted Arkham Asylum and Ode Less Travelled (by Grant Morrison and Stephen Fry, respectively) but I ended up picking up Crooked Little Vein by Warren Ellis as well and giving Fry's book a pass. Sure Stephen Fry is the man but I don't think I am at a time in my life where I really need a book on how to write poetry. I think I'll just watch QI instead.

Ran into David at the streetcar stop and we went back to the dorms together. He had this sparkling water lavender soda that looked really tasty but I didn't catch the name of it. I made another loaf of Banana Bread for the PNCA Goose Hollow pot luck tonight. As it was baking Mike and Sean showed up and we chatted and hula hooped until it was time to head down.

A nice amount of people showed up and my Banana Bread was a pretty good success. Chatted with Ty, Aubrey, and Laura (or how I remember: to tie a ty, Aubrey Beardsley and Larua Dern) and munched on much delicious stuff. I'd say about half of the dorm people showed up at some point and another during the potluck.

Afterwords I just chatted with Lindsay (who got a cute haircut at Bishop's) and hula hooped some more. The rest of the night was uneventful except for Bo thumping at the wee hours of the morning. No plans today, but something will happen.

the joker says what

Just got back from watching Batman in Pioneer Courthouse Square. Gee whiz was that cheesy! The Joker was great but yeesh, everything else is so dated! Thank God for Bale, but will Ledger be as good? He will be a different kind of good.

Well this orientation was good. Learned stuff, really met people and got a better idea of it all. Waking up early is a pain but I'll get used to it. Lindsay and I walked to school, a nice trot and the weather was mild so I wasn't oozing sweat like I normally do after that long of a walk. Ate some free Krispy Kreme and some OJ and things got quickly into the daily introductions. I ran into Israel again and asked if anyone has ever told him that he looked like Rich Hall before, and he said no. I get that I look like Kirsten Dunst...well I've only gotten it about four times but that's three times more than I've been told I look like Avril Lavigne and those are the only celebrities I've been told I look like. Well, upon Googleing Rich Hall I guess he doesn't look much like him...at all. Don't know what put that thought in my head. I think it might be the eyebrows? I hope he forgets and doesn't Google him or that he doesn't look me up on the PNCA homeroom and reads this, seeing as how I link this from that site.

The technology presentation guy was a little bit whacky. Before his presentation he played really intense operatic movement and sort of did a dance along with it, then his presentation about technology rules (and lots of Apple product placement)was overloaded with cute pictures of kittens, puppies and other adorable stock art. Then we did a group art project where we were sorted into tables and we each would draw a part of someone else on a paper and then change papers and draw a part from someone else. Rather fun, my features that were drawn was my flowery top and my hair swoop. Learned more names: Maryanna, Fiona, and Will.

After bonding over drawing we went to little overviews of the the different majors offered at PNCA. I ran into Karen and Sean at the illustration overview. The teacher was enthusiastic, but the room was really lifeless. A lot of the PNCA classrooms are dull looking and no frills. To be spiced up by the students I guess. I met Mallory and Garrett (Garett?) through our mutual interest in Grant Morrison and comics. Thus far those two are the only people who I've met who share this interest, sort of disappointing but I guess less genre competition? Mallory, Karen and I decided to check out painting. The nice guy there explained some of the international programs, which sound really cool. There are semester ones, month long, and weeks long programs all over the place. Would love to participate in one.

Next was glorious lunch. Ate my sandwich with Mallory, Karen, Mike, and three other people whose names escape me. I finished up early so I went and sorted out my stuff with registration and whatnot. Changed my address, paid for my portfolio starter package (which has so much stuff and is really heavy and will NOT be fun to lug around), and told the nice lady about my transcript being on its way. I won the raffle during lunch (actually I won yesterday as well, Kendra also won a second time today) and got a teeshirt, yesterday I got a gift certificate for Yo's cart.

The following talk was just about the need-to-know names and who you go to if you want anything. They went through it all so fast, I should have taken down notes. Oh well, I can always ask. PNCA has so many programs and it is set up so well. I can't wait to utilize all that it has to offer. Can't believe I start in four days (FOUR DAYS!!! AHHH!!!!) it is here all ready. Just seems like yesterday Marchetti was suggesting I'd just be doing art as a hobby in my future.

Then we were given a break and I played some pool. We all couldn't really play which was the fun. I did manage to get two balls into pockets within one turn, go me! Didn't get any in after that, but I still won because Heather accidentally pushed the Eight Ball in.

There was a reception for us at the Museum of Contemporary Craft so as a big group we meandered that way, stopping in at a few galleries. I couldn't wait to go home, my feet were killing me after being on them all day but I couldn't pass of free food so I went on the tour (a lot of people didn't). I managed to get back to PNCA to pick up my portfolio (they let us set them behind the front desk so we didn't have to carry it to the gallery) and get back to the streetcar just in time. It got well packed and I got off with some fellow PNCA peeps. The portfolio is HEAVY and HUGE, I hope I can figure out an easier way to lug it around. The strap hurts my shoulder, I don't know how I'll deal with it if I bike, and it is so unmanageable. But that was just due to it being stuffed with goodies, once I thin it out it should be better.

It wasn't long relaxing before it was time to group up and go see Batman. I brought my banana bread and Beth, Kendra, Alisa, Matt, Mike, Chris, M, and I got there with plenty of light and nabbed a pretty good spot. They gave out free popcorn (massive amounts of free popcorn) and tossed glowy cups (Alisa got one)into the crowd. Lindsay met us there and we all had a jolly good time with the kitsch.

My banana bread went over pretty well, I think I'll make another loaf for the pot luck tomorrow. There are talks of going to the art museum but it is pretty early so I think I'll give it a pass for now (probably will go for school anyway). Tomorrow, I think I will get sneakers.

dull dull dull

Man the second orientation was just a longer and more boring version of the first. Blah blah this is your time, blah blah make of it what you will, blah blah you guys are the biggest group EVER (190!). I hope tomorrow is better, or else I'll feel I just wasted that time. Did win a gift certificate for Yo's cart and got a free tote and some ice cream at the end, but it wasn't worth it.

Met a guy named Israel who looks like Rich Hall and a girl who had nerdy parents liked mine but named her Leia instead. People had props for their student ID cards. One person had a fake knitted beard that she wore, that was pretty cool.

Saw Karen, a friend from Bremerton. We took driver's ed together and years later we were in ballroom dancing together. She dyed her hair a nice dark color and looks fabulous! She has an apartment, would be cool if she was in the dorms but no such luck as they are full.

So I guess meeting Karen was a cool thing. Also ran into Liam, who I met last year (he hasn't changed a bit) and joked around abit about thinking Daniel Duford as Mark Wahlberg to be less intimidated by him. Speaking of professors, I met Kurt D. Holloman, who looks a little grayer up top but remembered me with gusto, which was awesome. He remarked about his drawing of me in his sketchbook (less the creepy than it sounds: we were open air drawing and I sat down in the middle of his scene so I ended up being included) and later I remembered that I was wearing the same shirt as I was the day of the drawing so that probably helped jog his memory a little. Hanna from last summer is attending PNCA, along with Joey. Only got to chat her up a little but that was pretty cool. Nice to see familiar faces. Sort of boggling my mind that in a months time I have no idea what my relationship with any of these people could evolve into.

But uhg, orientation was lame. One more to go to, yaaay. A warm up for waking up way too early.

Went to Safeway to get ingredients to make Banana Bread because I felt like baking and using my new (second hand) Betty Crocker. $20 dollars of ingredients to make one loaf! Yaay! Well had to buy a bunch because I'm building up my cabinets from scratch. If it is tasty (haven't tried it yet) might make a second for the Pot Luck on Saturday.

Batman tomorrow! Whoo! So exciting.

rarr! manly!

Just got back from a very manly night of watching 300. Just sort of hung out with Matt, Chris, Kendra, Rob and for a shorter time Sean and Bryan (formally Brian, found out I was spelling his name wrong. Oops.) They put their couch onto their porch/balcony/walkway (on the first floor, all the rooms have sliding glass doors opening into a walkway which doubles as a semi-porch) and we sat about. Most people were tired, last few days to stay up and sleep in and this was the first day where we were expected to be somewhere. Course they switched the orientation around so we were starting at noon, so that isn't a big expectation for someone.

The orientation was a sort of bummer. I walked there with Rebeccah (Rebekka? Rebecah? I dunno), Allison, and Grace. Not such a bad walk, you can walk to PNCA in less time than it takes to drive to OC. It was hot, very hot. It brings back memories from last summer of working in the 3D building with no A/C. Brutal but brilliant. I got there right on time, they handed out some pamphlets and talked about generic stuff that I could have all ready figured out from all the information they have given us before. We all introduced ourselves, said where we are from, and recommended a movie. I suggested Jean-Pierre Jeunet's Delicatessen, which got a "yeah!" from Jax. There's easily 10 people from Washington, and two girls from Silverdale. No other state seemed to represent as much as Washington. Then they had us talk to our roommates over this pamphlet we filled out, mine wasn't there (working) so I talked to Mollie from Alaska and the Silverdale chickas.

Then we had the option of getting our ID cards early, instead of waiting in longer lines over the next two days. They did it in Photobooth on a mac and let us choose our own photos. My hair has a cute flip to it in my photo. As I was signing it, my pen slipped so my signature is sort of fudged. Looking at my ID photo makes me think, "Golly, when did I get mature?" Everyone was tired so a consensus formed that it was nap time. I picked up a bulletin board and a white board and caught the streetcar.

Chatted with roomie, watched the last of Series Three of Doctor Who, ate some hot dogs and meandered my way down to Chris and Matt's for the evening hang-out. Oh shoot I left my vegetable oil in their room. Oh well I'll pick it up tomorrow.

CSI: Goose Hollow

I woke up this morning to find this on my bathroom counter:

Mine just wanted to be alone with Crest. The pair of them are hoping Curler can keep her mouth shut.

joey!

At Kendra's dinner party-esque shindig I came face to face with Joey as he walked through the door. Joey! From last summer at PNCA. San Fransisco Joey. It was pretty "holy cow! you!"

Since the nicer camera came from the parents today I went out and snapped photos. I showed up at Mike & Brian's at 1pm and Brian was just rolling out of bed. He gave it a pass and Mike, Sean (who came a knocking on the door), and I went out to take pictures of the city. We started off on a search for Portlandia. We went the wrong way for a while, but looped back easily enough. Sort of odd how anyone could miss a huge crouching woman like that. There was a rumbly in our tumblies and we found our way to Pioneer Courthouse Square where there are lots of foodcarts. We opted for the Philly Cheesesteak Sandwich Guy, who was fun to talk to even though he hated mayonnaise. The sandwiches took a while (made fresh) but were worth it. The Cheesesteak Guy told us that they were playing Batman in the Square at dusk on Friday, so we are totally going to see that, not sure who "we" is yet but plenty of people seem up for it. Sean had to pick up his GI bill from PNCA so we headed off.

PNCA is in the middle of cleaning/setting up. There is some art around, nothing huge. Walking around the halls once more, so familiar but I have the feeling I will be sick of it in a few years. All the more reason to study abroad.

Sean split to deposit his paycheck, so we headed back to hang out and draw. We didn't get to drawing right away as Mike played Matthew Barney's Cremaster 3 on his laptop. I got to sketching and inked about half of a lady floating about with tubing. I just finished inking it a few minutes ago.

At 7:15 we headed up to Kendra's place in the tower for a shindig for all the PNCA people we've met thus far. I wore my wig for some daft reason, I guess to make an impression? Maybe I should have waited to break out the wig. Oh well. It was itchy and I took it off and then Mike put it on. Then took it off. I mingled and chatted, put the effort into learning names of people that don't even go to PNCA. Saw Joey, and the two I met in the elevator the day before. All in all I'd say there was 18-22 people, thankfully we live in dorms that can handle that. I left about 10:30, even though things were still going.

Like I said earlier I stayed up and inked the image and now it is time for beddy-bye. Orientations start tomorrow. Huzzah!

the coffin is moving!

Went to the movies with Sean. We saw Death at a Funeral. I was really surprised, I found it very funny. I haven't heard much buzz about it so I was worried it was an unfunny flop. Well cast, well acted, well set up. I'd like to see it again, with mum and Celia who I bet would get a kick out of it. Most of the R rating for the movie comes from Alan Tudyk's bum. Lots of good trailers for Focus features, and now that I am living in a city I will actually be able to see them.

I took it easy yesterday, I'm still aching. Got both of my care packages from home so now I can eat candy, charge batteries, take photos with a camera that doesn't shut off after one photo, and straighten my hair while knowing the days of the week.

Finally, finally, got to the episodes with the Master in Doctor Who. Here come the drums!!

legs

Whoo! Ice skating! My ankles hurt, my knees hurt, and I am generally sore. But I feel GREAT! Fun to try new things, fun to meet new people. And that is what I have been doing. New PNCA people popping up all over the place.

Went out with Brian and Mike to the ice rink at Lloyd Center, we tried rounding up more people but they weren't up for it. Walked to the free zone for the Max and we got there just in time, no waiting. I was worried that the rink might be occupied by classes and what-not, you know little kids flailing about and falling, but it was open for everyone. The lady behind the counter sort of pestered Mike, saying, "you aren't going to pay for her?" Hee hee. We got our skates and put our shoes into locker number 42. We all were stuck with figure skates, something Mike wasn't familiar with. Well I wasn't stuck with them, seeing as how the last time I skated was in Scotland and I have a faint memory of me screaming and dad forcing me out on the ice, in the way that dads to. Happily, I only fell about four, five times. The first time was when I scratched up my knee, the times after that were to avoid people who suddenly decided it would be a good idea to stop. The scratches weren't so bad, they only started dripping blood when they got wet from another fall. I came to a sudden stop against the wall and this lady laughed at me and later on when I got off the rink to tend to the dripping blood from my knee the same lady apologized for laughing at me.

We stopped skating for the Zamboni to do its work, and had one last skate and then we trekked up to the food court. My trek was wobbly, my ankles hurt so bad. I really do not know how to skate upright. Mike and I had Steamers, Brian had a lemonade from the humiliating Hot Dog on a Stick. We decided to return to Goose Hollow, and again we just caught the max. A man ranted about Mexicans not even speaking their own language.

Mike had heard/read/telepathically picked up that there was free, open life drawing at PNCA at 6:30 and I tagged along. We walked the 20+ blocks to PNCA only to find out that the school closes down at 6:00pm on Sunday, so no life drawing. The trip wasn't a total loss, I introduced Mike to the wonder that is Tea Zone and we sat and sipped matching Purple Mountain's Majesty iced teas while waiting for the streetcar to arrive. Easy, quick trip back.

Running into Brian when we got to the dorms, he said that a few of the other PNCA people were going to the Italian festival going on in the Pioneer Courthouse Square and so we joined them. Keeping with the theme that nothing happens late night on Sunday (see: figure drawing) we got there and the Italian festival was shutting down. Bummer. So we decided to just hang out for the rest of the night in the dorms.

It was a fun day and I was exhausted as I finally got into bed. So great down here. Eight days till school starts.

chugga chugga chugga chugga CHOO CHOO

At about 10pm there was a knock on my door and there was a PNCA person standing outside it. He introduced himself as Daniel and said there was a group of us going about trying to find other PNCA people, so I joined the PNCA train of people and met a ton more people who were all friendly and nice and we roamed Goose Hollow chatting till about 2am. Well not so much roam as move to one place to not be loud near the doors, to moving outside because we were hot due to the stuffy corridors, to moving to one persons room because we were cold to moving to another room that was in the Tower (most of the PNCA rooms are in the Plaza section of Goose Hollow) and there we stayed until we all were well tuckered out.

Earlier, between my delicious buffalo burger and my stick of corn, the RA knocked on Sean's door. So we paused Zodiac and chatted, shes really friendly like. She said that there are 80 people from PNCA staying in Goose Hollow, and there is a waiting list for people wanting to stay here.

I'm meeting new people, and trying so hard to remember their names. I attach their name to something useless taking up my brain. My RA is Jennifer, so I attached her name to Jennifer Saunders, there's Brian who shares the same name as another friend of mine who was in Stargate SG-1, Mike who shares his name with my last bossman, Chris and Matt I met as a pair so I remember them as "Chris and Matt", Amina because I once drew a character by the name of Mina. Eirin, whose named is pronounced the same as a certain Martha Stewart employee I know. But that's as far as I got. There's a Beth I know that much but I don't know which of the remaining two girls I hung out with was Beth.

I had a dream that Matthew Barney and Maya Lin were giving a slide show to PNCA and me, my mom, and auntie Celia were the only people that showed up.