Hey Drew, are you still reading this thing ? I miss you.

Travel Plans

Bryon says I am being "fatalistic" about whether I'll get to go to New Mexico. Actually, i was just inspired by Yahoo Doodler and felt like drawing a red splat and googly eyes.

Tempestuous

There is a hurricane coming. The sky is strange and gronky and the air is crackly. I like storms. They feel like potential.

I have been in a strange temper lately... I got really angry last night. I don't really know how to explain why, except I must have had something festering in the back of my mind for a while, and I was peeved that it got the better of me.

It's kinda a long story.

It's about this photograph I once saw, and the two people in it, and trying to figure out how to give my love and be good to one of them while the other one haunts me with petty rivalries. It's all in my head, but how do you snarl at a ghost?

On my stormy days I don't feel like being understanding or serene. I just want to throw rocks at something or put my sneakers back on and stalk off into the night. Maybe I am still pretending I am better than I really am. In which case, i am mostly pissed at myself. For letting all this bother me.

I wish it would rain.

Grrr, sabina. You and your churros put a damper on my day, you evil wench-face. Just go away.

After School Special

Generally once the kiddies are scarce I hang out and goof off, but sometimes I cut out little pieces of paper to glue to other pieces of paper or I fiendishly count and rearrange my collection of kid-scissors. Sometimes I just stare at the wall. Or do lesson planning, which might look very similar if you saw me in action. I have way too much fun at my job, and that's not even when I get to play freeze tag or hang on the monkey bars. Heehee.

There is really not much difference between me and an eight year old.

I start off my afternoons with a little daydreaming.

Art is hard work. Naps are necessary.

Spam is Thrilling!

...Especially since I'd figured I'd scared off all the phallic enhancement emails arriving in my inbox when I instituted my Hall of Fame (at left). When you want spam, you get nadda. But lo and behold, two more entries today! They're particularly clever, too. Woo-hooey!

New Lines

today we made spiderwebs out of yarn. In every nook and cranny we found ways of stretching and kinking and zigzagging lines every which way. Rainbows were tucked into every corner.

My eldest group collaborated on a humongus web which stretched from floor to ceiling and around a corner. it was absofreakingly gorgeous. And to see those young artists coming up with ideas, organizing themselves, cooperating, and trying out all sorts of methods and materials was an amazing experience. This is what art ought to be. It was beautiful.

Poprer Slepnilg

"Acocdrnig to an elgnsih unviesitry sutdy the oredr of letetrs in a wrod dosen't mttaer, the olny thnig thta's iopmrantt is that the frsit and lsat ltteer of eevry word is in the crcreot ptoision. The rset can be jmbueld and one is stlil able to raed the txet wiohtut dclftfuiiy."

Rockport

On Sunday we hopped in the Taupemobile bound for Mass MoCA out in North Adams. Armed with our dunkies and aspirations for the absorption of art, we headed out of JP bound for profound adventure.

We got about as far as Boylston Street, and our trusty neutral-colored steed changed its four-cylinder mind.

But we would not be thwarted! brave wayfarers such as we are, and opted for the commuter rail. An hour or so later we stood at the platform in Rockport, disoriented yet eager.

I was personally hoping for a pint in some random fried seafood shack with picnic tables and minimal amenities, maybe close to the harbor, but no dice. Rockport is a "dry" town. I was bewildered, but decided to make the best of the situation. 

So instead we sat on some huge granite rocks and spent some time watching the boats go in and out of port, and thought about where we wanted to be, and what was truly important. Going on adventures, it was decided, is very important. Daydreaming is also essential. And eating lots of ice cream and making fun of touristy old ladies is fun, too. We also watched some kayaks crash into each other. And made naughty drawings in the brochures in the coffee shop. Heehee.

Coming home to Boston sucks.  But soon enough, we will venture once again! maybe, someday, forever!

Revelation and Longing

Time's the Revelator

Darling remember from when you come to me

that I’m the pretender,

I’m not what I’m supposed to be

but who could know, lf I’m a traitor?

times the revelator, revelator.

They caught the katy, and left me a mule to ride.

The fortune lady came along she walked beside,

but every word seemed to date her.

Times the revelator, the revelator.
Up in the morning up and on the ride.

I drive in to corning and all the spindles whine

and ever day is getting straighter.

Times the revelator the revelator
Leaving the valley and fucking out of sight

I’ll go back to cali where I can sleep out every night

and watch the waves and move the fader.

Queen of fakes and Imitators

Times the revelator.

-Gillian Welch