Monday, March 31, 2003

All LakeEffectors are cordially invited to the following performances:

Date Time Location Description
April 4th: 7 pm Brandeis University (Boston) Performance of "petit mort" by J.T.
April 5th 9 pm Tea House (Boston) Performances of works by Cage, Browne by Augenmusik
April 14th 8 pm Center for the Arts (Buffalo) Premiere of "RobotRockBand" by J.T. and Bill Sack
April 21st 8 pm Slee Concert Hall (Buffalo) Premiere of "hangnail" by J.T.
April 22nd 8 pm HallWalls Art Center (Buffalo) Performance of "petit mort" by J.T.

It's going to be a busy month, I wish you could all be a part of it.

Mike, are you not excited about my visit? Maybe I should reschedule and visit super cool Upma in Philly so that I can ride on her coat tails.

I've had things to post about over the last few weeks, but I just haven't found the time to do it. Here are a few things in the mean time:
-- I am determined not to let running kick my ass. I've been sticking to my training schedule at least three times a week. This week will be four times. this also means that I can eat like a pig ass, otherwise I'll be paying for it on the track. *sigh* Sacrafices, sacrafices.
-- This weekend was the weekend of catch up. Spoke to my cousin who I haven't talked to in two months, he'll be coming down in May. Also spoke to an old friend who now as it turns out lives in San Diego. So I will be able to catch up with him and his fam in Aug. while I am down there for a conference.
-- I'll be in Austin Easter weekend for the Old Settler's Festival (blue grass). Stephanie, have you heard anything about it? I hear that it is GREAT.
-- My crazy father is talking about coming in to town in the middle of the week this week. In the meantime I'm trying to juggle my running schedule, opening day at Minute Maid Park (tomorrow) and a trip to Dallas this weekend. I'm tired just thinking about it.
-- I found a new Indian/Pakistani dish chicken korma that I absolutely love. One of my pals tells me that you can make it from a box, just add water and chicken.
-- I called one of my co-workers a "chump," and he told me that I may as well call him a "punk ass bitch." I said, "Have it your way, punk ass bitch!!!!" Ok, so it was funny for me.

Sunday, March 30, 2003

I just finishing shooting with the camera. Zach - it'll be in the mail to you tomorrow.

Saturday, March 29, 2003

you are your own worst enemy, i am mine.

Wednesday, March 26, 2003

Ok, whenever we have the lake effect reunion/showdown/whatever, I'm requesting that we have a day of workshops. I need to take every class that each of you offer. And I have to think about what I would offer. Maybe something like, "ways to walk big" or something like that.

Z, baby cameras? :) :) :) :) :) I have to admit, I think I held the camera for two that is almost a tri-mester....

Tuesday, March 25, 2003

A explains her ethos: "I grew up accompanying my parents on interminable trips to Builder's Squre and JoAnn Fabrics, where I learned the unofficial family motto: why pay for someone else to construct it, when you can spend more time, money, and effort making it yourself?" And then I saw the progress of this redwood stump treehouse. Oooo. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. OOOOOoooooooooo.

I have the camera - and I'm last on the list before you Zach.
I'll try and get it done this weekend.

That camera was started almost a year ago in April, I believe. Considering the quality of the camera, it'll be interesting to see how the film has held up.

Steph, yeah, I find that I have to set aside time to get back into the rhythm. I think it's one of the things I really loved about printmaking - preparing my work area got me settled and focused, and then pulling proofs got the mind/body to sync up.

Monday, March 24, 2003

Hey, where's the camera? Didn't we start that goddamn project like 18 years ago? That camera's old enough to have baby cameras by now.

Sounds like everyone has lots going on right now. Angie, that's great about the 5K and Louise - about your class, I bet you're a great teacher. Zach - if you find anyway to cure the nerves, let me know, I turn into a human spazzball when nervous, unable to eat, unable to finish complete thought and sentences, in a state of perputual motion.
Anyway, work was sucky but it should be getting better soon. I'm getting two freelancers for my project.
I went out photographing this weekend and came back with some images I liked, though I find if I go too long without shooting, it takes a roll or two to get back into it. That I have to just shoot images to feel comfortable again. Do you other artists find that to be true?
Shelly - you'll be getting mail from me soon.
Upma - can I expect that DVD anytime soon?
And Mike, it sounds like spring has hit Boston. I hope it lasts.
JT - I like your butterfly message.

Hey kids. Phew am I wiped.

On Saturday I ran a 5K, for a majority of the race. I was slow as a turtle, but I manage to finish. My friend Alexis was basically my trainer, and if it weren't for his hard ass I certainly wouldn't have been able to push myself the way I did. I wasn't feeling the love for him after the race, but following my two hour power nap and my shower, I called him and thanked him for being such a hard-nosed bastard. He says, "I see that we can be friends again..." Funny.

The fam came in, and it really wasn't so bad. I ended up spending some time over there, because I never really do so. We ended up renting "About a Boy" and the first four episodes of that Fox series "24" with Keifer Sutherland, which I'll have to e-mail Zach about later.

Sun. I had a softball game, then an Oscars party. I generally suck at guessing the winners. One year I think I guessed one. This year I was most improved with 10 correct answers (the winner had thirteen correct). Not bad.

This morning at the crack (of dawn), we had a photo shoot of a CEO of a Fortune 500 Company in Houston. Rumor had it that the guy was all about professionalism, so I wasn't expecting all that much conversation from him. So we were breaking down the lights and such, I was rolling up the extension chord. He looks at me and says, "Oh, I have one of those at home. Do you want to see how to use it?" or something like that. I said, "Sure." Next thing I know he's helping me roll up this huge ass extension chord. The PRESIDENT AND CEO OF A FORTUNE 500 COMPANY. I about fell out of myself.

I'm trying to leave the office early today but I don't know that it will happen.

Sunday, March 23, 2003

I am entirely too nervous to be around other human beings. Didn't I move to Monster Island for this very reason? Why exactly did I come back?

I taught my first beginning knitters class yesterday to three students and now I have three more prospective students just from people passing by (had the session at the funky downtown coffeeshop, outside). It went well, and I'm looking forward to the next class.

Friday, March 21, 2003

Hm. I have posted twice in the past three days, but the posts aren't showing up. I would hate it to be because I'm using a made-for-macintosh web browser.

I've put Three Kings on my rental list as part of my thinking about how to reach middle America on the war issue. I think I'll also watch Hedwig and the Angry Inch at least three more times. Doesn't have much to do with my thinking about war right now. That's sort of why I want to watch it.

Thursday, March 20, 2003

A Butterfly Storm:

I was talking to a friend about some of the recent discussions we had the other night chatting. Mainly about what seems to be a lack of effective yet civil protest. We discussed possibilities but never came up with any real new solutions. As the talking went on, she mentioned that they were giving a weather report for Iraq on the local news. I joked about having spring like arid war conditions but she mentioned that the sandstorms are actually severe enough that most military operations cease while the storms are in progress. Some of you may know this theory of the butterfly storm. That a butterfly in South America flapping its wings can create a ripple effect, a chain reaction that creates hurricanes and monsoons in other parts of the world, it's one aspect of what is referred to as stochastic theory. I came to the conclusion that the most effective protestors at the moment are these butterflies. I imagine one now, somewhere in Venuzula contemplating flight to another flower, just the right one that will create a sandstorm in the Kuwaiti/Iraqi desert. The ruefull gleam in it's eye, the tiniest of giggles as it ruins the great power plays of our time. I don't really want this to be an anecdote about how every little thing you do has a consequence but more just to imagine in some way that butterflies can stop a war, or at least deter it for some amount of time.

So I could bitch and bitch and bitch tonight about work stuff but I'm going to tell you about one thing. This one guy that I've been working with on a PAIN IN THE ASS PROJECT came into my office. He must have thought that I was going to let him go off and complain about how he has to do XX and XX, but what he had wasn't even a bazillionth of the bullshit that I've had to put up with over the last two weeks. So he tries to bitch about the shit to me, and I stopped dead in his tracks, "Whoa, if you've got complaints, don't bring them in here. Push them up to the man, because I'm not having ANY of it. . . . .ANY OF IT." He kinda looks at me and says, "Well can I ask you one thing?" I said, "You can ASK, but that doesn't mean I'll have the answer."

Since when did I have the "Whining and complaining accepted here" look on my face? When? Certainly not today at 4:45 p.m.

And why do some people beg for the inner bitch to come out? Hell I know I got enough of it for my area code, but that doesn't mean I like to drag it out on a regular basis.

Wednesday, March 19, 2003

The show tonight was fantastic on just about every level. I'm so pleased with myself that I'm hard to be around.

to distract you for a moment from the unpleasantness that surrounds us:

austin was great! one big party of a distraction... i'm in much better spirits. the one film that you all MUST see if it comes to your town is The Revolution Will Not Be Televised. it documents Venezuela and the attempted coup of President Chavez. It is a very eye-opening piece, a very enlightening piece, and will not only educate you about Venezuela but also of the level of corruption in our own government. i wish that every citizen of the world could watch this piece. other than that... lots of other good films, and some not-so-good films. saw some bands one night, all friends bands. apparently i went to school with one of the members of Victory At Sea. Mike, do you know Suntan? two of the members, Nic and Lindsay are from greensboro. also saw my friend Jordyn from Polaris Mine from Boston hanging out. it was fun. caught up with some old Blacksburg cronies, some old greensboro cronies, some new Austin cronies. watched good films, heard good music, had good fun and came home with this nasty cold.

and now we're dropping bombs.

Tuesday, March 18, 2003

Very poor ode to my softball glove:
O, softball glove, you have been with me through thick and thin
Longer than many friends and family and beaus
Protected my tiny fingers from harm, against the hard hit or thrown ball
Worn over my dark hair to shade me from the sun
Thrown in the air after my team won an important game
O, how attached I've become
So attached that when the salesperson at the sports store
Put you on his hand and looked at it admiringly
I about lurched onto him and grabbed his throat
But not to worry, ole ye faithful softball glove
Just because I bought a rebound replacement, you are still
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
And I'll always do you the way you've done me all those years.

Louise, here's the important question: did the sleepy dog or the bouncy dog remind you of Z?

I still can't believe Sen. John Kerry is backing Bush...the man made his mark as an anti-war Vietnam vet! I guess it was just about Vietnam.

Today I got a ride home as I was walking through the mall a few blocks from my house. I was spared the rain, but I got a thorough face-licking from a hyper little dog, and an even littler dog settled into my lap and went to sleep while all the bouncing and licking was going on. After walking into the house, I thought of Zach and laaaaaaaughed.

Z, I never said that the U.S. answered to the UN. It just makes sense politically to appear not to be murderous bastards. Also, the U.S. was probably looking for some money to help finance this damn thing.

Actually there was a Reuters or Associated Press article about a just war, as described by St. Augustine and St. Thomas Aquinas (the article was about how some Catholics are for the war while others are not). I think there were like 4 criteria, but basically the war has to bring more good than bad. I also read recently that some people who are known peace activists, like Eli Wiesel, are supporting Bush. Craziness.

On a lighter note was on the phone with a childhood friend last night, who is a staunch Republican (the one who listens to Rush Limbaugh). I said to him, "So lemme guess, you're all for this war and about to enlist, right?" He laughs and says, "And you've been marching to the Capitol burning flags along the way . . ."

From what I remember about the concept of just war (jus in bello?), it sounded to me like Bush outlined a bunch of reasons why we shouldn't go to war, and then said we're gonna and I don't care what you think nanny nanny boo boo. I know that one of the senators for Indiana has been very clear for months on going to war - of course we're going to, and here's my plan for putting a puppet government in place when we're done blasting it to heck and back. His p.o.v. is that giving Iraq more time is like saying "you lied to us and tried to hide things from us, so here's more time for you to use to hide stuff so you can lie to us again." Saying please use diplomacy instead of bombs is of no use - Sen. Lugar is of the opinion that we stretched diplomacy to the limit weeks ago, and the US has to practice what it preaches. For the Virtual March, I didn't call his office, and my letter focused on international law and the support of the UN. I don't agree with him, but I can see why most anti-war protesters (including myself) look hopelessly naieve to him. "1-2-3-4 we don't want your stinking war" sounds pretty stupid to him. I have to admit, it sounds kind of stupid to me too. What will end this - drum circles? There are anti-war activists doing things that I think will make a difference in the long run (like going to Iraq and talking to people there - is your town papered with photos of Iraquis yet?), and then there's..."1-2-3-4..." (which was the chant of choice in this past Saturday's march in Bloomington).

I think Michael Moore put it best when he said "What does it take to lose a popularity contest with Saddam Hussein?"

Monday, March 17, 2003

The US doesn't answer to the UN. That's the end of the story. We can kill babies in Iraq, because we have the bombs to kill babies in Iraq. And nothing short of a full scale war between the US and the other UN countries will change that. The US has more than enough clout with the other countries of the region to force them into allowing use of their military bases for attacks on Iraq. The only reason the US is pretending to give a hot shit about what other UN countries think is because 1) it help reinforce the idea that we aren't going over there just because we're greedy, murderous motherfuckers (which we are) and 2) because the people of the US would prefer to believe that they aren't part of any bullying (which they are).

The last unjust, imperialist war the US fought lasted for 18 years. The Vietnam War was old enough to die for itself by the end. That's a cute way to look at it.

Weez: I'm a Chinese food snob, so I feel your pain. My favorite is when people say, "Let's eat Chinese food," then they suggest P.F. freakin' Chang's. What in THE HELL.

Really quickly. I haven't been keeping up with the news all that much, but here's my half-educated self has to say about your question. Politically the U.S. needs the support of the UN and other nations, because they need a place (Turkey, Kuwait, Qatar, etc.) to launch their airplanes, whatever. That's what my half-ass reading the news says. My smart-ass side says that he was just buying time by trying to play nice with the UN, knowing that he was going to go in the whole time. But it was enough such that he could move the troops into place.

I have other stuff to say but am tired. Sorry but I'm just not as young as I used to be!

A pet peeve that makes me homesick: going to a Chinese restaurant and sitting at a table with people who don't get the concept of "family style" and who order, say, the sweet & sour chicken and that's all they have. This restaurant has a buffet as well, fortunately for me. It's starting to make me crazy (it keeps happening...). It's like going to Thanksgiving dinner with a group of friends but at the table, you get only one thing. Oooo a whole bowl of green beans almondine, just for me. I realize that it's a weird idea for some people, and that the negotiation of who wants what and who will or won't eat something and how you calculate the bill afterwards is a pain, but I don't recall these factors being issues back home, even when the hardcore vegans and broke-asses joined the gang at the Vietnamese restaurant on the corner. On one hand, it's not that big a deal, really. On the other hand, it's a huge issue for me, one that makes me want to bite my chopsticks in half. It's this gigantic reminder that I'm way far away from home. It's this reminder that even though many Asian (and other, e.g. Ethiopian) restaurants print information about "family style" on the menus, people aren't interested. I did manage to gracefully get a group in Chicago to do family style (it helped a lot that half the people there not only knew what I was referring to, but had done it before and enjoyed it), but there was enough resentment and disinterest from part of the group to keep me from bringing it up again.

I'm not even going to start in about the people who go to the Chinese buffet and get mashed potatoes, green beans and fried chicken.

Completely different subject: I listened to Bush's address on the radio tonight, and hooo boy it was confusing. Can anyone explain to me exactly why the US can just ignore the UN and go ahead and bomb the crap out of Iraq?

Friday, March 14, 2003

Shelly, that is awesome!

I think my hearing may be going. That or my voice mail at the office sucks. Got this message, and I turned to one of my co-workers and said, "Have you ever heard of Congressman Nickel Amsen????" He looked at my kinda puzzled and said, "Ooooooh, you mean, Congressman NICK LAMBERT."

Thursday, March 13, 2003

tonight i watched haley and dean simultaneously race with coat hangers to see who could break into mary's car faster to rescue her keys. dean had a head start, and is a mechanic. haley is from detroit.

haley won.
barely though.

Thanks everyone for all your nice words. I'm pretty excited about the website.
In other news, I got to hang out with Upma and her equally cool friend Maria today. We met up at one of the SXSW film venues and watched about four hours of movies together. Oh, Upma - I forgot to remind you to tell me that thing you couldn't tell me when we were sitting by those people in the second movie. Anyway, the first movie, Cinemania, about these five film fanatics who live in New York and who see up to seven movies a DAY was pretty good in a do I laugh or cringe sort of way, but it ran a bit long for my tastes. The second one was SEX: Female. And it was awesome. Hilariously good. It was a bunch of women just talking about sex, but it was so well done and well balanced and bittersweet and touching and laugh out loud at other parts. I left the theater with such a grin on my face. It got picked up by the Oxygen network so I'm glad more people will see it.
Tomorrow - free outdoor music shows and sunshine. It was great not being at work today. I also went a bit spring crazy and bought a bunch of flowers to plant. My balcony is a riot of orange and pink and red flowers now.

Wednesday, March 12, 2003

My credit report looks good. Now if I could just stay in one place for more than a year, I could think about buying a house...

Monday, March 10, 2003

Here's something that everyone can do for themselves that will save them from a tremendous number of headaches further down the road. CHECK YOUR CREDIT REPORT. You never know what the hell is on there, from family members to ex significant others. Deal with it now, so that you won't have to deal with it later. Learn from my story:

In trying to put an offer on a house that I've been eyeing, I learned that there was a derrogatory account on my credit report. Upon further investigation I learned that it was a joint account (that I never accessed), and that it lowered my credit rating such that I could only qualify for a smaller loan than what I had originally calculated. Long story short, I had to make a phone call to a person that I have not spoken to in about five years, and I probably wouldn't have spoken to him for longer if it weren't for the current circumstance. Luckily, he was more than aplogetic, and he has agreed to "handle" the situation.

In the meantime, I probably cannot put in an offer to the house that I want. Initially I was really angry, but I've gotten past most of it. I also do not know how far it puts me back in the process of becoming a home owner. It may be 30 days, it may be longer.

Ok, enough of that talk.

If you haven't check out Howard Dean for president you really should. He's a great guy.

p.s. I made the skirts!

Angie - Upma and I had a great conversation and now I have an American flag button on my coat. When it was alone, my progressive/liberal friends were "eeeew, why do you wear *that*?" Because I'm an American. Now that it's surrounded by anti-war pins (e.g. "War is Also Terrorism" and "War is Not a Family Value"), it's a bit clearer. I'm an American, I can disagree openly and not worry that my family will be gunned down by the police or hauled off to be tortured. My right to freedom (which is not the same as license) includes my right to dissent, and I'm going to embrace it. The last thing I want is the idea that there is one kind of American, and that I'm not it. There are a lot of Native American activists who wear and display the US flag as a visual reminder that they too are Americans, with all the right to freedom and liberty as any other citizen in this nation. I want a huge American flag and an anti-war flag side by side. That said, I hope you don't wind up with major drama in the courtyard.

Steph, I think your site is well-laid out and the photos are wonderful - I got the sense that the b&w showcased your technical skills, the LOMO photos gave a wonderful sense of "wheeeeeee!" experimentation and the polaroid transfers did both - I liked the combination of very elegant images with whimsical images. I came away with a great deal of respect for your range and abilities.

Today I spent 20 minutes going through a "this is my problem" automated service (rather than trying to speak to an actual human being, which means being on hold for 45 minutes), which concluded with "we have tested your line and it is fine. We will fix the problem by 7 pm." Well, it's fine now.

Steph, they really are amazing. I'll be talking to you and to Shelly once I have more wall space . . . . Also, do you have the Willie Nelson "Stars and Guitars" CD? I just purchased it through

So I live in a small apartment complex, with about 20 apartments. Across from me, a guy has a flyer that says, "No war against Iraq," or something of the like. Within the last few weeks, we got a new neighbor, who over the weekend hung a huge ass American flag in his window. I wonder if there will be drama in the complex.

Yesterday I went to a book release party for my friend Roger, who released his book on the local blues and zydeco scene. It was an eight-year oral history project, and the payoff is amazing. He's one of the coolest people I know, hands down.

Sunday, March 09, 2003

Wow, Stephanie. Your photos are beautiful. I love the low-motion stuff. Very nice. If you ever do something that you think might work in the context of our magazine (I have sent you some copies, right?), then let us know. We've done photo essays in the past. We're limited to B&W, of course. But, I think they've come out nicely.

Saturday, March 08, 2003

Oh - I just realized some images are not loading - back to work on that.

It's up - check me out - - and give me any feedback you like - I plan on making changing and updates in the next few weeks.

Friday, March 07, 2003

Upma - I emailed you my digits - give me a call sometime next week.

last night the art show opened. it was cool. the paintings are (i hope) sort of dreamy moody landscapes. there are buildings in them that people in seattle will recognize, but i didn't really try to make them very literal landscapes. i'm thinking of them as "dreamscapes." it is kind of weird, cause i never been interested in landscape AT ALL before living in seattle. i think part of it is about exploring and then becoming comfortable in a new place, especially because it is a place that i chose. the air here is dense and humid and often has a palpable mist, which appeals to me. it is similar to new orleans humidity but different. familiar and exotic. i like the way it makes colors look. plus i feel safe taking long walks alone, and i've certainly never lived anywhere before where that was the case. the other night i walked a good portion of the city from end to end. it was a walk full of synchronicity and magic. these walks give me space to think. i think i have a different relationship with the cityscape as a perpetual pedestrian, or something. maybe that is coming out in these dreamy cityscapes i'm painting. anyway, the show was interesting. lots of really varied works, like usual. it was interesting to see how other people chose to hang my works. i thought of the 5 as a group but they were hung in a group of 2 and 3 individually. it was interesting to see them that way because the one that had been my favorite in the grouping, i suddenly felt uncertain about it hanging solo. a lot of my friends came out to see it, way more than have ever come before. i felt really supported and loved. it was really nice. and 3 of the 5 paintings sold. to my friends, but still, sold. two sold to an artist whose work i really like. she has never complimented my stuff so it felt really nice to be appreciated by her, cause i really respect her opinion. and i have a space to hang all of them as a group. the two buyers so far are willing to wait to let them hang as a group at the end of this show, so if the other two don’t sell or the buyers are equally cool, i’ll have a mini solo show.

last night, i was up late talking on the phone after the show, and something weird happened. now, i have to preface this with the fact that i haven’t been getting a lot of sleep and i was still rushing on adrenaline. anyway i started seeing colored lights flashing back and forth across my dark living room. they looked a little like someone from across the courtyard was shaking a flashlight pointed through the window or someone was flashing lights over a distance with a mirror or some other reflective object. i let it happen for a few minutes thinking it was the little trailers of color that happen when you’re really sleepy, or if you rub your eyes too hard. but it was too rhythmic a pattern of movement for that. i thought, aliens? angels? hallucinations? i went over to the window and tried to peer through the semisheer curtains to see if someone was in the window. i saw movement, but without moving back the curtain i couldn’t tell if it was a person crouching there or a tree branch waving in the wind. there is a mentally ill man who lives in the apartment the light would have been coming from, if that is what it was. anyway, it kind of scared me. i moved out of that room but this morning i’m still totally unsure as to what happened. i’ve never taken any kind of hallucinogen, but i’ve had a few mildly tripy hallucinogenic types of experiences when i was in deep concentration on something. nothing like this has happened to me recently and never so randomly. i hope i didn’t have a stroke.

Thursday, March 06, 2003

Okay, here's my silly question for the week: can I get dial-up service for my computer through a digital or cellular phone? I'm having a lot of trouble and annoyance with my land-line service. I don't want to spend lots on DSL or cable. After a bit of research on the internet, I apparently a GSM phone will make it possible, but my poor brain is overloaded and I can't seem to think straight. I've looked into getting a digital phone with e-mail and messaging capabilities, and I'm not sure I'm ready to drop $200+ for a phone.

I swore I was going to talk to this girl the next time she came in the store. But, I didn't. Like a complete asshole I just sat there and looked around. What's wrong with me? How can I be so committed to working against myself? Should I always be on my team? I'm like my own arch-enemy.

Ok, smart ass. Yes, I am supposed to suffer, but that doesn't mean that I can't bitch about my "pain" in the mean time ;)

So I may be participating in an Iron Chef face off. My friend Alexis is arranging. He already has identified kitchen stadium, and there are at least two judges already (himself and the home owner who is allowing us access to kitchen stadium). He wants to video tape it, and I found two friends, each of whom have access to cameras. More than anything Alexis is excited about the shit talkin' between myself and my competitor, Bobby. Bobby is a boy's boy, he loves his sports -- basketball, football, baseball, fishing. And you know me, the tomboy who grew up dishin' it out. Truthfuly though, Bobby has experience with a wider range than I do. But I'm good at the things that I do. The date is to be determined.

Wednesday, March 05, 2003

Angie, re: 5K and no ice cream, I'm going to say this and then duck and run. Aren't you supposed to suffer for Lent?

Work, work, work. Since the layoffs no work processes have changed, the work amount has stayed the same, and the work force is halved.
Besides that grumpiness, the web page designing is a lot of fun. I've got the home page where I like it, now I'm trying to figure out the best way to show the images.
Shell - when are you going to put some of your art online?
Angie - I think I'm getting Dixie Chick tickets as well. I think they're pure fun.
Upma - I'm taking some days off work next week - let me know what your SXSW plans are.

Angie, I now believe than when looking at a house, poke the tiles in the bathroom and look closely for any cracks in or around the grout. I'm thinking I'll leave the house at least a month before the next tenants move in; the work that is necessary could get expensive and extensive (and my landlord is the sort who thinks he's saving money by hiring people he knows who will do it for cheap but who will take 5x as long as necessary). There appears to be damage to the wall behind the tiles. This is Bad.

Tuesday, March 04, 2003

this weekend i attended an all women's cabaret theater
it was pretty cool
um. i think i was networking at it or something though
today i operated on adrenaline not sleep.
5 paintings signed & delivered for display in a show this weekend.
i previewed them for a few people, and i think they may actually sell.
they're sort of landscapes that i'm thinking of as "dreamscapes"
i'm plesed with them, whether or not i get a buyer
also two more opportunities of places to show work have appeared in the last few days
then i had a long walk from one end of the city to the other, full of random magic and syncronicity
to the old Panama hotel teahouse for a lecture by artist kitemakers
then i watched black and white "killer shrews"
tomorrow night i help hang the show
tonight, i will sleep
oh, tonight i will sleep

Kids, my ass is going to be worn out over the next several weeks. Like a fool, not only am I playing on two softball teams, but I've also signed up for a 10-week running class. The running class is part of my Lenten sacrafice/self-improvement thing. I've tried running on my own, and it's just so hard to get and stay motivated. A friend of a friend is in the class, so hopefully that will help me along. In the mean time, my boss bought me a gift subscription to Runner's World. Can you believe that? He's such a great guy (he's a runner, I think he's done three marathons and a few half-marathons), and I like working for him.

Also for Lent I've decided to give up sweets, i.e., decadent stuff. My exception is peppermints, because I need those to stay awake during boring ass meetings, and of course to save me from halitosis. Today, at the office, I was thinking about what I wanted since today (i.e., Fat Tuesday) was my last shot for the next 40 plus days. Then all of a sudden it dawned on me, I immediately called my friend Alexis:

Me: Alexis, I've got a HUGE problem on my hands.
Alexis: What's wrong, are you ok?
Me: What am I giving up for Lent?
Alexis: Uh, sweets. Why?
Me: Who is sponsoring the 5K that we are doing at the end of the month????
Alexis: (laughs) Uh, Blue Bell . . . . (not sure if Blue Bell is nation wide or regional, but it's a GREAT ice cream manufacturer).
Me: So, my ass is going to be huffin' and puffin' in a 5K, only to WATCH everyone else eat MY ice cream??????? We've got a serious problem on our hands . . . .

Still looking for a house. I really should add Louise to my list of "people who will visit Houston at some point over the next few weeks and who will help me paint/landscape/tile, etc." Actually I sent out an e-mail to my closest friends about not buying me a b-day present, because their sweat and cheap labor was more important to me.

My gratuitous purchase this month were Dixie Chicks tickets. I cannot wait . . . . They've been one of my favorite bands ever since I moved to Texas.

Sunday, March 02, 2003

Today I made toast and used a sample of a new moisturizer and got some sewing done. The kitchen smelled like toast, I smelled like a box of Kyoto temple incense, and the living room smelled like a steam iron on fabric. Like everything was close to flame but not dangerously so.

While cleaning the bathroom tiles to prep them for grout replacement, four of the tiles fell out.