Edit: I kind of wish I’d organised my books to look smarter, or at least had “Flim Flam!” in the photo. Best title ever. Oh well. The theme is buttons, not books.
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“Well, I asked for something to eat, I’m hungry as a hog So I get brown rice, seaweed, And a dirty hot dog. There’s a hole Where my stomach disappeared”
No “photo a day” until I get my computer out of the shop. I lost the cord for my camera a long time ago and have been using the card reader. Wah-wah.
I’m having trouble with today’s theme anyway, since I don’t feel like making dinner. Nelson finally got back, but now has to work a string of super late shifts. Don’t really want to cook anything, what to do? Took down my +15 show yesterday, and tomorrow we start setting up our Untitled Arts Society show. Eep! Weirdly close together, but the shows are totally different. Unfortunately, our opening and ArtaWEARness are on the same day. I think we might lose some traffic because of that. I don’t want to take people away from that event, because I was so annoyed last year when there was an opening the same night when I was participating, and I know a lot of the participants quite well. However, if you were thinking of attending, why not get tickets for Saturday’s performance and come to our opening on Friday? Everybody wins! So my three weeks alone in my apartment were a bit weird and daunting. I think I’d started slipping into a depression before Nelson left, but he was keeping me from sinking in. While he was away, I had many days where I didn’t want to do ANYTHING. I’m not enjoying this limbo-feeling waiting to know what I’ll be doing next, and I’m STILL not working… I had an interview that went really well last week but haven’t heard anything… Feeling like a failure. Trying to focus on the upcoming show as much as I can. I don’t even know who I am writing this to. I guess this is the epitome of mope-blogging. Also, I’m hungry. I’m going to make some damn dinner. I took this because I often gawk at passersby from my balcony. I never know how to talk to people, so sometimes I just watch them.
Guess I’m over a day late… I was stuck thinking about all these dreams I’ve been having about losing my hands/people I love losing their hands. I don’t know what I would do without them, and I guess it is the scariest thing my mind can come up with.  the dreaded "F" chord - in arty bluravision!(tm) I wanted to play guitar starting at a young age, but my mom said I couldn’t start learning until my hands were as big as hers. They uh, never were as big as hers and my puny hands had to play the piano instead. My grandfather was a piano tuner and we had one already. All my mom had was a huge-necked 12-string. I finally got my own guitar in high school, when a friend showed up to choir class with a nasty old acoustic to call my own. When I’d rest my arms on it, it would squeak, and there were a lot of unaccounted for buzzing noises. When I turned 15, I got my own electric guitar with a skinny neck, and I was able to play a lot better. I got my current acoustic guitar with my Katimavik stipend, which has been the same amount probably since the 1970s, but a new guitar still seemed like a great prize. This one is a junior model because of my tiny hands. I don’t play as much as I used to, because of art and stuff, but I’d love to get back into it. Hey, I didn’t know you could embed previews of Lulu books! Here is our fibre grad publication! I guess only Ashley is preview-able, but there are 8 of us. You can order it, and stuff! We are also supposed to have a book launch at some point.
Stay tuned for my photo of the day. 
I cheated and took this last night, as my “view”, but changed my mind. Handy!  Thigh, how are you?  We’re on the internet!! Check out our show listing on UAS’ Current/Upcoming exhibitions page! Also, our facebook event! Walk-Ins Welcome. I’ve never done a piece that included so many tiny details. I’m not going to feel like it’s ready until it’s completely installed, but it’s exciting! |
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