because I'm not all there?
Just a quick note. I'm working on a fabulous, organic-inspired drawing in the studio. But, I'm being my usual detailed, super-anal self and I'd better get it together or I'm going to be in the studio late tomorrow night.
My cat, Beezer is sitting in the chair next to me purring. All is well.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Giant 'shrooms and Raspberries for a Special Girl
I've got to keep it short since I've got to get to bed. . .
1. Didn't got to studio today (bad, bad artist)
2. Slept late BUT got my reading done for Art History. . .
. . .the funny thing about that is that I can look at Facebook and see several students from my class who didn't feel like doing their art history home work either. Why do I find this intriguing? Because I'm old enough to be their mother (or grandmother) and I feel the SAME way!
3. It's been raining so much up here that my lawn has turned into a mushroom factory.
If I were a bug in my lawn here is what one of the mushrooms might look like:
4. I found out today that my next door neighbor's daughter broke her leg. She'll remain anonymous (for obvious reasons.) The poor baby broke her leg on a slide at the local park. She's only four years old. My heart just broke when I saw here lying in bed with a pink cast on her leg.
I would kiss all her boo-boos and make them better if I could (and I'm sure her Mom and Dad would do the same!)
Anyway, this picture is for the little girl next door.
Get better soon sweetie!
I'll be back at school and studio tomorrow.
1. Didn't got to studio today (bad, bad artist)
2. Slept late BUT got my reading done for Art History. . .
. . .the funny thing about that is that I can look at Facebook and see several students from my class who didn't feel like doing their art history home work either. Why do I find this intriguing? Because I'm old enough to be their mother (or grandmother) and I feel the SAME way!
3. It's been raining so much up here that my lawn has turned into a mushroom factory.
If I were a bug in my lawn here is what one of the mushrooms might look like:
4. I found out today that my next door neighbor's daughter broke her leg. She'll remain anonymous (for obvious reasons.) The poor baby broke her leg on a slide at the local park. She's only four years old. My heart just broke when I saw here lying in bed with a pink cast on her leg.
I would kiss all her boo-boos and make them better if I could (and I'm sure her Mom and Dad would do the same!)
Anyway, this picture is for the little girl next door.
Get better soon sweetie!
I'll be back at school and studio tomorrow.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Garlic Braids and Studio Aids
This is another day where I slept too late (this is getting to be a habit) and didn't get nearly enough work done on the drawing due this coming Wednesday afternoon.
But, I decided that since I ranted on and on about this 'fabulous' studio space I won in the school lottery that I should at least post a picture. So, here it is, my coveted studio space.
O.K., so from the picture it doesn't look like much but it is in a corner and it has great light.
If you look at the top of my easle you will see this year's mascot, Al Fred the Alligator (or is it Cole's Crocodile?) At any rate, my nephew Cole gave me this stuffed animal the last time I was down to visit so I put it there in my studio to remind me of his love.
Here's a better picture of Al Fred sitting on top of my easel and looking out the window of my studio.
Before I went to the studio this afternoon, I stopped over at Quest Farm Produce (it's right behind my house so it's not like it's a hike) and got my mother this beautiful garlic braid (that I'm going to mail her on Monday for her birthday) and got myself some Opal Basil.
I'm going to stop by again tomorrow and pick up some more different types of basil and hang them in front of the kitchen window to dry. I can't stand the moldy smell from the basement any more so I figured this was a nice way to add a wonderful fragrance to the house and have some dried herbs for winter cooking.
If you've never seen Opal Basil, here is what it looks like.
Isn't it just beautiful?
The great folks that own Quest Farm Produce grow all of this organic stuff and they are truly, as the saying goes, 'the salt of the earth.'
I feel so blessed to have them as neighbors.
I've got to get my butt to bed because it's more studio time for me tomorrow.
But, I decided that since I ranted on and on about this 'fabulous' studio space I won in the school lottery that I should at least post a picture. So, here it is, my coveted studio space.
O.K., so from the picture it doesn't look like much but it is in a corner and it has great light.
If you look at the top of my easle you will see this year's mascot, Al Fred the Alligator (or is it Cole's Crocodile?) At any rate, my nephew Cole gave me this stuffed animal the last time I was down to visit so I put it there in my studio to remind me of his love.
Here's a better picture of Al Fred sitting on top of my easel and looking out the window of my studio.
Before I went to the studio this afternoon, I stopped over at Quest Farm Produce (it's right behind my house so it's not like it's a hike) and got my mother this beautiful garlic braid (that I'm going to mail her on Monday for her birthday) and got myself some Opal Basil.
I'm going to stop by again tomorrow and pick up some more different types of basil and hang them in front of the kitchen window to dry. I can't stand the moldy smell from the basement any more so I figured this was a nice way to add a wonderful fragrance to the house and have some dried herbs for winter cooking.
If you've never seen Opal Basil, here is what it looks like.
Isn't it just beautiful?
The great folks that own Quest Farm Produce grow all of this organic stuff and they are truly, as the saying goes, 'the salt of the earth.'
I feel so blessed to have them as neighbors.
I've got to get my butt to bed because it's more studio time for me tomorrow.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
The Eagle Begins Shitting
To quote the famous comedian Milton Berle, "Good evening ladies and germs."
O.K., so I don't suppose I actually have an audience reading this blog every night. I'm not even sure if I'm just casting my unread words out into the cyber void, but I will press on.
I actually visited my studio space today. The intent was to do a drawing without actually drawing from a photo, or life, but from imagination. I started and then stopped. Food, once again, was calling.
Sometimes I think I lack discipline, especially when it comes to food.
The highlight of today was picking up the first installment of my student refund check (living expenses)in my campus mail box. I had expected to get cash, as I had in previous years, but found that the college had actually gotten it's act together and issued a check that was sitting in my mail box. Who woulda thunk?
I'll take my camera with me tomorrow so I can take a picture of my fabulous studio space. . . .
O.K., so I don't suppose I actually have an audience reading this blog every night. I'm not even sure if I'm just casting my unread words out into the cyber void, but I will press on.
I actually visited my studio space today. The intent was to do a drawing without actually drawing from a photo, or life, but from imagination. I started and then stopped. Food, once again, was calling.
Sometimes I think I lack discipline, especially when it comes to food.
The highlight of today was picking up the first installment of my student refund check (living expenses)in my campus mail box. I had expected to get cash, as I had in previous years, but found that the college had actually gotten it's act together and issued a check that was sitting in my mail box. Who woulda thunk?
I'll take my camera with me tomorrow so I can take a picture of my fabulous studio space. . . .
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Hallelujah! Executive Studio Space for the senior-senior!
Wow, what a day today has been!
I've been rumbling about the 'special' studio space I wanted, you know, the one in the corner with the windows. Several days ago, I even went and posted tape on the floor with my name on it (never thinking that I'd actually get such a prime space.) And, vwalah! My name was picked #2 in the lottery among thirty-seven painting seniors to select my space and, don't you know I just hot footed it right to the corner window spot!
Thank you, thank you, thank you is all I can say.
For those who have survived the corporate culture, a window spot is the mark of one who had 'arrived' having ascended the corporate ladder to the heights of executive heaven. I had felt this way today on an equal student par.
Needless to say, some of my twenty-something classmates weren't too happy with their 'accomodations.' But then, I never wish them any ill. I like to think that I 'manifested' my studio space by putting tape with my name on the floor.
My only class today after studio was my 'Arts of Transformation' class. This is a discussion group with about five people.
I had readings to do last night for the class and came up with a few lame (at least I thought they were lame) discussion questions just before class. The other students didn't seem nearly as animated as I was, but then they hadn't just gotten their coveted studio spaces.
Following this was the annual 'all school' meeting. I figured I should attend since I'm a senior now (O.K., maybe I should get over that) and this will be the last (hopefully) 'all school' meeting that I will attend.
Of course, I arrived fashionably late and in the middle of a youtube video about water ants?
So, remember, after all, this is art school and the Dean can pick whatever he wants to present and tie it into whatever theme he wants.
Since I was late (bad, bad student) I am assuming that the theme had something to do with sustainable art.
For the general non-art public, the current type of art that is 'PC' (Politically Correct) is sustainable art. The rest of us are truly just productive polluters whose art will become the flotsam and jetsam of the future. That is, unless we become famous then that's another entirely different story.
I ended my day with a rousing shopping trip to Walmart (one of the few places up here to shop) and then dinner with the man.
Oh, and I need to make molds for my class in the foundry so I took out some air dry clay that I've been toting around for ages and made a bell over a glass form.
It's a snake bell. Now, I've got to figure out how to add the hook for the top.
Life is good.
I've been rumbling about the 'special' studio space I wanted, you know, the one in the corner with the windows. Several days ago, I even went and posted tape on the floor with my name on it (never thinking that I'd actually get such a prime space.) And, vwalah! My name was picked #2 in the lottery among thirty-seven painting seniors to select my space and, don't you know I just hot footed it right to the corner window spot!
Thank you, thank you, thank you is all I can say.
For those who have survived the corporate culture, a window spot is the mark of one who had 'arrived' having ascended the corporate ladder to the heights of executive heaven. I had felt this way today on an equal student par.
Needless to say, some of my twenty-something classmates weren't too happy with their 'accomodations.' But then, I never wish them any ill. I like to think that I 'manifested' my studio space by putting tape with my name on the floor.
My only class today after studio was my 'Arts of Transformation' class. This is a discussion group with about five people.
I had readings to do last night for the class and came up with a few lame (at least I thought they were lame) discussion questions just before class. The other students didn't seem nearly as animated as I was, but then they hadn't just gotten their coveted studio spaces.
Following this was the annual 'all school' meeting. I figured I should attend since I'm a senior now (O.K., maybe I should get over that) and this will be the last (hopefully) 'all school' meeting that I will attend.
Of course, I arrived fashionably late and in the middle of a youtube video about water ants?
So, remember, after all, this is art school and the Dean can pick whatever he wants to present and tie it into whatever theme he wants.
Since I was late (bad, bad student) I am assuming that the theme had something to do with sustainable art.
For the general non-art public, the current type of art that is 'PC' (Politically Correct) is sustainable art. The rest of us are truly just productive polluters whose art will become the flotsam and jetsam of the future. That is, unless we become famous then that's another entirely different story.
I ended my day with a rousing shopping trip to Walmart (one of the few places up here to shop) and then dinner with the man.
Oh, and I need to make molds for my class in the foundry so I took out some air dry clay that I've been toting around for ages and made a bell over a glass form.
It's a snake bell. Now, I've got to figure out how to add the hook for the top.
Life is good.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Free Furniture, Free Time, and Free Thoughts
So today, all in all. was a really good day.
I got up and arrived on time to my 11:20 a.m. class. Now, granted 11:20 a.m. is NOT early, but the point is that I was on time.
Being on time has always been a problem for me. I call it, 'chronologically challenged.'
For most of my life I have never been on time (sort of like commercial flights.) I seem to be making up for the fact that I was born two weeks early. That's the only lame-ass cosmological, woo-woo reason I can come up with.
But, back to the classroom story. . .
So, I get there on time and the class is canceled! Oh, the sheer inconvenience of it!
It turns out that we had two readings to do (tonight) so that we can arrive in class tomorrow morning, bright and shining, with a synopsis of the readings and three discussion questions.
I've done the readings, have made notes, and have absolutely no idea what scintillating questions I'll bring to class tomorrow morning. But I'll pull something out of my 'brain' for the morning.
After garthering up the required syllabus, readings and my well-hidden indignation, I headed over to Hope Z's office for a chat.
Hope is the technician, artist and an art teacher who over sees the replenishing of the studios. She's got one of those jobs that noboby appreciates unless she doesn't show up to do it.
Without her we'd have no solvent, or (GAWDF4BID) rags in the painting studio. The whole studio world seems to just grind to a halt when the rag and solvent supply gets low.
I guess you'd have to be a painter to understand.
After my brief chat with Hope, I headed home for lunch (a very tiring morning for a 'mature' student like me.)
On the way home I noticed an empty shop on Main St. that had a bunch of furniture and junk out on the lawn. I stopped by and found 'FOR FREE' (now, practically one of my favorite words in the English language) an old bureau just perfect for the upstairs spare room. It had some wonky old drawers that didn't close exactly right and needed some cleaning up, oh, and was missing a caster on one of the legs, but other than that seemed just fine for my storage purposes.
Ah, America, a great country!
When I arrived home (after my arduous morning) I made myself a 'nice' Elvis special (peanut butter and nanner sandwich) which I was half-way through when I discovered a huge cat puke regurgitation on two steps of carpeting leading upstairs. George had apparently walked over it numerous times and not noticed it.
Now, on to another subject, the male dominant gene that renders men unable to see various objects like crumbs, dust, piles of dirt and huge puddles of cat puke. Realize here women, that anger is futile!
Surrender to the fact that they will not now, or ever, see the world as we do or the hairs growing out of their noses. Just clean up the stuff and be on your merry way, which is exactly what I did.
After lunch and the cat puke incident (yes I did finish my sandwich) I quickly ran the vacuum around the living room realizing that if I didn't it probably wouldn't get done until the next time I thought of it. Again, it's that surrender thing.
I then headed off to the Foundry meeting.
Yes, I am casting metal this semester. I've had bells on the brain all Summer.
I made a few bells last year which I would post here but my iMac has decided to go into sleep mode and by the time I load the pictures it will be WAY past my bed time.
The meeting at the Foundry lasted about two hours. We had about a dozen students with ideas ranging from massive (stone carving, metal casting) to my bells, bells, bells.
One student shot at clay tiles he had made and he wanted to cast the holes in the tiles (artists would call it the 'negative space') in metal. I mean, how did he ever come up with that concept? I kind of like it's off the wall-ness.
I'm all for senseless violence that doesn't hurt any body. I guess that's I why enjoyed going to the demolition derby last Thursday night; crash-bang-crunch, and everybody walks away laughing.
Maybe, now that I'm living in the country, I'm becoming a bit of a red neck? Nah.
Another student wanted to do something with natural forms, like nests, in metal.
I just love organic forms, and have taken tons of photos of natural forms. I also have a small collection of wasps nests (without the wasps, of course.)
O.K., so now it's getting a bit scary for you I suppose (if you're not an artsy type) but for me it's just the normal rattle and hum of the creative mind.
Things haven't kicked into high gear for the semester yet. I don't know if I'll be as faithful to this blog once things really heat up. But, I'll try.
I got up and arrived on time to my 11:20 a.m. class. Now, granted 11:20 a.m. is NOT early, but the point is that I was on time.
Being on time has always been a problem for me. I call it, 'chronologically challenged.'
For most of my life I have never been on time (sort of like commercial flights.) I seem to be making up for the fact that I was born two weeks early. That's the only lame-ass cosmological, woo-woo reason I can come up with.
But, back to the classroom story. . .
So, I get there on time and the class is canceled! Oh, the sheer inconvenience of it!
It turns out that we had two readings to do (tonight) so that we can arrive in class tomorrow morning, bright and shining, with a synopsis of the readings and three discussion questions.
I've done the readings, have made notes, and have absolutely no idea what scintillating questions I'll bring to class tomorrow morning. But I'll pull something out of my 'brain' for the morning.
After garthering up the required syllabus, readings and my well-hidden indignation, I headed over to Hope Z's office for a chat.
Hope is the technician, artist and an art teacher who over sees the replenishing of the studios. She's got one of those jobs that noboby appreciates unless she doesn't show up to do it.
Without her we'd have no solvent, or (GAWDF4BID) rags in the painting studio. The whole studio world seems to just grind to a halt when the rag and solvent supply gets low.
I guess you'd have to be a painter to understand.
After my brief chat with Hope, I headed home for lunch (a very tiring morning for a 'mature' student like me.)
On the way home I noticed an empty shop on Main St. that had a bunch of furniture and junk out on the lawn. I stopped by and found 'FOR FREE' (now, practically one of my favorite words in the English language) an old bureau just perfect for the upstairs spare room. It had some wonky old drawers that didn't close exactly right and needed some cleaning up, oh, and was missing a caster on one of the legs, but other than that seemed just fine for my storage purposes.
Ah, America, a great country!
When I arrived home (after my arduous morning) I made myself a 'nice' Elvis special (peanut butter and nanner sandwich) which I was half-way through when I discovered a huge cat puke regurgitation on two steps of carpeting leading upstairs. George had apparently walked over it numerous times and not noticed it.
Now, on to another subject, the male dominant gene that renders men unable to see various objects like crumbs, dust, piles of dirt and huge puddles of cat puke. Realize here women, that anger is futile!
Surrender to the fact that they will not now, or ever, see the world as we do or the hairs growing out of their noses. Just clean up the stuff and be on your merry way, which is exactly what I did.
After lunch and the cat puke incident (yes I did finish my sandwich) I quickly ran the vacuum around the living room realizing that if I didn't it probably wouldn't get done until the next time I thought of it. Again, it's that surrender thing.
I then headed off to the Foundry meeting.
Yes, I am casting metal this semester. I've had bells on the brain all Summer.
I made a few bells last year which I would post here but my iMac has decided to go into sleep mode and by the time I load the pictures it will be WAY past my bed time.
The meeting at the Foundry lasted about two hours. We had about a dozen students with ideas ranging from massive (stone carving, metal casting) to my bells, bells, bells.
One student shot at clay tiles he had made and he wanted to cast the holes in the tiles (artists would call it the 'negative space') in metal. I mean, how did he ever come up with that concept? I kind of like it's off the wall-ness.
I'm all for senseless violence that doesn't hurt any body. I guess that's I why enjoyed going to the demolition derby last Thursday night; crash-bang-crunch, and everybody walks away laughing.
Maybe, now that I'm living in the country, I'm becoming a bit of a red neck? Nah.
Another student wanted to do something with natural forms, like nests, in metal.
I just love organic forms, and have taken tons of photos of natural forms. I also have a small collection of wasps nests (without the wasps, of course.)
O.K., so now it's getting a bit scary for you I suppose (if you're not an artsy type) but for me it's just the normal rattle and hum of the creative mind.
Things haven't kicked into high gear for the semester yet. I don't know if I'll be as faithful to this blog once things really heat up. But, I'll try.
Monday, August 24, 2009
The 1st Un-Day of My Senior Semester
Well, so it didn't happen. What I mean is that I was an idiot, ate almost 2/3 of a pint of the most delicious dark chocolate ice cream and then, (who woulda thunk?) couldn't sleep, so I got up at 2:30 a.m. and had a double cup (two tea bags) of Yogi bedtime tea.
Of course, I then had to go on the internet and order some art supplies I needed and foolishly look at facebook only to see all the young students I attend school with and their photos of distant lands, posh palaces and partying I left behind twenty years ago. Make me feel old? Nah!
I also took some nude (OMG!) photos of myself that I want to use in my paintings. The idea I want to explore in my paintings is the thought of the empty nest. I know that a lot of my friends that had children are experiencing this phenomena (some of them gladly and some reluctantly.)
There was a time when I deeply mourned not being able to have children of my own. This mourning period probably lasted (honestly) about ten years. I was often angry at myself during this period for not being able to move forward. Now, when I look back on this part of my life I know it was what I needed to do to process the loss and heal.
So, anyway, I digress again (and again, and again) but I am going to do a series of paintings of my torso and (how shall I say this delicately?) genital area in which I will be holding various items beginning with an empty, broken bird nest I found outside last year.
By 3:30 a.m. I was back in bed sleeping. But, too late! My stomach was a mess in the morning and I had forgotten to take my meds for my crampy 'mature' hands so the whole thing didn't happen.
I slept to 2 p.m. (all three cats were extremely happy to cuddle in bed with me) then got up and had oatmeal.
I've since retrieved my text book (of course the Prof selected one that is out of print) from the mail box and my cats are totally confused because they usually assume that when I get out of bed it's time to eat.
Right now, both Beezer and Tai-tai are hanging around the door of my studio waiting for 'the blessing' to happen.
Oh, and I did the most responsible thing I could think of and sent my professor an e mail telling her I'd be in class tomorrow (I'm sure she was chomping at the bit for that one.)
Of course, I then had to go on the internet and order some art supplies I needed and foolishly look at facebook only to see all the young students I attend school with and their photos of distant lands, posh palaces and partying I left behind twenty years ago. Make me feel old? Nah!
I also took some nude (OMG!) photos of myself that I want to use in my paintings. The idea I want to explore in my paintings is the thought of the empty nest. I know that a lot of my friends that had children are experiencing this phenomena (some of them gladly and some reluctantly.)
There was a time when I deeply mourned not being able to have children of my own. This mourning period probably lasted (honestly) about ten years. I was often angry at myself during this period for not being able to move forward. Now, when I look back on this part of my life I know it was what I needed to do to process the loss and heal.
So, anyway, I digress again (and again, and again) but I am going to do a series of paintings of my torso and (how shall I say this delicately?) genital area in which I will be holding various items beginning with an empty, broken bird nest I found outside last year.
By 3:30 a.m. I was back in bed sleeping. But, too late! My stomach was a mess in the morning and I had forgotten to take my meds for my crampy 'mature' hands so the whole thing didn't happen.
I slept to 2 p.m. (all three cats were extremely happy to cuddle in bed with me) then got up and had oatmeal.
I've since retrieved my text book (of course the Prof selected one that is out of print) from the mail box and my cats are totally confused because they usually assume that when I get out of bed it's time to eat.
Right now, both Beezer and Tai-tai are hanging around the door of my studio waiting for 'the blessing' to happen.
Oh, and I did the most responsible thing I could think of and sent my professor an e mail telling her I'd be in class tomorrow (I'm sure she was chomping at the bit for that one.)
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Countdown: T Minus 1 Day And What I Haven't Done
So, here it is, the day before my senior Senior semester. I call it the 'senior senior' semester because I'm almost old enough, at the tender age of fifty-four years-old, to be a senior (actually AARP already considers me one which means I can get their cool magazine and newsletter.)
I haven't gotten myself into the usual pre-semester frenzy and I'm not sure if that's good or not.
Consider today's post the 'Not (yet) Done List'
To add to the list:
1. Haven't ordered any additional art supplies yet since I need to wait until I get my first boost from the student loan refund for this semester and I figure I can limp by on art supplies and supplement here and there as needed.
2. Haven't yet gotten my last text book for the Art History course (it's on order.)
Hmmm. . . I just suprised myself. The list isn't that long.
So, what else shall I fill this yawning space with?
Let's take a short stroll through my academic history, shall we? Wait! wait! wait-don't log off now! I promise it will be short and full of pictures (just like those grammar school books).
This is me when I started college at Alfred University in the Fall of 2006:
And, this is me now:
I may not look younger but I think I look more like me -whatever that means.
More tomorrow, after my first class of the semester.
I haven't gotten myself into the usual pre-semester frenzy and I'm not sure if that's good or not.
Consider today's post the 'Not (yet) Done List'
To add to the list:
1. Haven't ordered any additional art supplies yet since I need to wait until I get my first boost from the student loan refund for this semester and I figure I can limp by on art supplies and supplement here and there as needed.
2. Haven't yet gotten my last text book for the Art History course (it's on order.)
Hmmm. . . I just suprised myself. The list isn't that long.
So, what else shall I fill this yawning space with?
Let's take a short stroll through my academic history, shall we? Wait! wait! wait-don't log off now! I promise it will be short and full of pictures (just like those grammar school books).
This is me when I started college at Alfred University in the Fall of 2006:
And, this is me now:
I may not look younger but I think I look more like me -whatever that means.
More tomorrow, after my first class of the semester.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
To Do, To Do, To Do, dooby-dooby doo (Thanks Frank)
Today is Tuesday, August 18, 2009 and it's post-dinner time. My favorite little fur-boy, Beezer is snoozing next to me in his own personal chair. Actually, it's not his chair it's just a spare chair from the dining room that's now upholstered in his salmon-colored fur. So, I guess it's his chair (in his little cat mind) and that's good enough for me. Remember, cats don't live with us we live with them!
Things I actually got done today from my To Do list:
1. Got to the Art School office today and talked to the 'credit guru', Billie (she is truly the credit guru and a really sweet person too.) Happily, I found that I was correct in thinking that I could drop that one 2-credit environmentalism course (and the $50.00 worth of books I ordered) and go back to 14 credits.
2. Went to Seidlin Hall and made sure my last name was spelled properly (for the last three years it's been DiPaglia and it should be Di Paglia.) I wanted to make sure that it shows up on my diploma the way it is meant to be. And yes, I know, it's only a matter of a space between the 'i' and the 'P' but it's my name so don't mess it up.
3. Trecked over to Alumni Hall and the Financial Aid office to sign off paper work so I can get my student loan reimbursement and have a bit of money for a while like an almost normal human being of my age and type.
4. Bought cheap bells to make silicone molds from to later be cast in metal.
5. Ordered the book I need from Amazon because it's cheaper than the college book store.
6. Got a low-tech, will never run out of power, date book to keep track of my commitments and appointments.
Things I didn't get done:
- Stake my claim to studio space with my own personal role of masking tape and a marker. I guess I wimped out on this when I saw that none of the studio spaces were set up yet, but, I'm going to revisit tomorrow and stake my claim. File this one under the sub-heading; "It's better to ask forgiveness than permission".
WOW, based on this posting one might get the idea that I'm a reasonable intelligent, together woman. As I sit and read this whole list I am mildly shocked that just an hour ago I was bemoaning the fact that I can't seem to remember anything anymore. I guess I'm not doing too badly. . . . keep the food and water coming, I'm not ready to be put out to pasture yet!
Things I actually got done today from my To Do list:
1. Got to the Art School office today and talked to the 'credit guru', Billie (she is truly the credit guru and a really sweet person too.) Happily, I found that I was correct in thinking that I could drop that one 2-credit environmentalism course (and the $50.00 worth of books I ordered) and go back to 14 credits.
2. Went to Seidlin Hall and made sure my last name was spelled properly (for the last three years it's been DiPaglia and it should be Di Paglia.) I wanted to make sure that it shows up on my diploma the way it is meant to be. And yes, I know, it's only a matter of a space between the 'i' and the 'P' but it's my name so don't mess it up.
3. Trecked over to Alumni Hall and the Financial Aid office to sign off paper work so I can get my student loan reimbursement and have a bit of money for a while like an almost normal human being of my age and type.
4. Bought cheap bells to make silicone molds from to later be cast in metal.
5. Ordered the book I need from Amazon because it's cheaper than the college book store.
6. Got a low-tech, will never run out of power, date book to keep track of my commitments and appointments.
Things I didn't get done:
- Stake my claim to studio space with my own personal role of masking tape and a marker. I guess I wimped out on this when I saw that none of the studio spaces were set up yet, but, I'm going to revisit tomorrow and stake my claim. File this one under the sub-heading; "It's better to ask forgiveness than permission".
WOW, based on this posting one might get the idea that I'm a reasonable intelligent, together woman. As I sit and read this whole list I am mildly shocked that just an hour ago I was bemoaning the fact that I can't seem to remember anything anymore. I guess I'm not doing too badly. . . . keep the food and water coming, I'm not ready to be put out to pasture yet!
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