Floor Plan B

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T-minus nothing.

8 a.m. and I'm done. I'm particularly pleased with my human figure. Each perspective drawing usually includes a humanoid figure. Most assignments have a horizon line at five feet above the floor. This assignment had a horizon line at four feet above the floor, which means the viewer's eyes are at four feet high. Which means that the person is a) sitting, b) a little person, or c) a child. So I drew a giddly little potbellied girl--mouth agape, hair wild, and hand outstretched--running across the scene. The drawing makes me smile every time I look at it.

I'll sleep for three hours, then head over to the printer, then school, then home, then the UCB for John Flynn's Spank.

I suppose this journal has served its purpose. I thought about posting some of the work I did in perspective drawing class, but the format is so big that only a portion of each would fit on the scanner, so screw it. Suffice it to say, I came away with some pretty nice drawings, and I'm quite pleased with myself. If I don't get an A, I'll be surprised.

Now all I have to do is learn how to manage my time.

Thanks for reading.

Oh, I forgot to mention:

[font=book antiqua, times, times new roman]You can get help from teachers, but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room. —Theodor Seuss Geisel, a.k.a. Dr. Seuss[/font]

He was right.

 

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This is the entry that's supposed to encapsulate the past two months of grad school,

though it doesn't.

Sade - Lover's Rock - is the perfect Sunday Morning Album. I never thought of myself as a Sade person, but a long time ago, a recording-artist-then-boyfriend offered me the CD. I accepted it, as he was, after all, a musician, and if Sade was good enough for him, then you know the rest. I never listened to the album. Until today.

the lazy Sunday. Ate grapes while standing in the kitchen with a view of the back of the Wendy's Drive-Thru. Heating water in my wee tea kettle and pouring it into my personal over-the-cup-coffee-filter-plastic-thingy. Thawing two slices of Ezekiel sprouted grain bread in my shiny new-used goodwill toaster and spreading butter and Willamette Valley honey on it. (They say that you can avoid a lot of pollen allergies by consuming a teaspoon of the local honey each day.) Thinking that today is a good day for reflection, now that the incredulously busy summer quarter is over.

Indeed.

"After all this time, after all is said and done..."

I really need to purchase a Swiffer.

so on Friday three of my colleagues and I took the ol' Dodge Grand Caravan up to Portland to catch Kerry's speech at the Waterfront. Wouldn't you know it; the line stretched for a good mile. So we eschewed that agenda in favor of bumming around the city all day. it was my first visit to the Land of ports; I didn't realize how much I had been lacking in city life. For two months, i've been basking in the glow of conifers and free parking, but Portland's animated streets and creatively-clad artilectuals whet my metropolitan palate. The U of O has a Portland program for architecture majors. We visited the school there, in the heart of the old city not far from the river, and the consensus was made that we would all apply for one, if not two years of study in the Portland Center. All except me. I'm "interiors," and there is as of yet no interiors program there.

Heigh-Ho Heigh-Ho, it's Hick-town life for Me!

In the evening we caught a bit of the "Bite of Oregon," a food/wine/music festival not far from the Kerry place. Five bucks entry fee and we saw a band called Pedro the Lion, who later introduced the next group as "a little-known band called Death Cab for Cutie." We stuck around, but left before They Might Be Giants went on at 9. Eugene is, after all, about a hundred miles away.

Sade

"You're the one, the one I swim to in a storm. Like a Lover's Rock."

We don't talk about lonliness in The Program, because it's something that most of us feel and prefer to pretend to ignore.

By Wednesday, my Dodge Grand Caravan and I should be on our way to The Bay for general visiting and merrimaking. Then it's 101 or Bust to Encinitas. Followed by a brief Parisian stint and then back to SoCal then the drive back to The State Above The Golden State. In more ways than one.

Time to go wash that single-serving coffee dripper.