I wanted to write something 'good', but I'm having trouble leaving the "Specificity of the Object" behind and multi-task in that respect. The dreaded writer's block. But I had a really good day--exhausting, but good--so I wanted to write anyhow.
I woke up with the kind of tiredness that lingers throughout the day. I hate starting days like this because I automatically associate it with Zombie-ism and depression and that puts me in an ill mood. Luckily this faded once I got to the MAG.
I only drank about 1/3 of my coffee (despite having made like 4 cups.....).
The MAG-
The morning started off rather awkwardly, actually. Margie was late due to a doctor's appointment and I was sitting there more or less in silence trying to finish reading Marx's Theses on Fauerbauch and about the Cabaret, rather simultaneously. Multi-tasking philosophy and 'cultural history' is a bad strategy, generally. But my concentration was further destroyed when people walked in and wanted to talk at low volumes about members of the faculty (not naming names!). We talked about social awkardness for a little while and I laughed at the irony of the situation.
This irony was further exacerbated in the meeting itself, when I could sense some of the tension and social-misfortunes coming through (disagreements? annoyances?). Gotta love group dynamics. I sat quietly, smirking, until it was my turn to give my great reveal!
Basically, I updated everyone on the story and the research I'm doing. I think I have a habit of not showing my excitement about things even when I manage to find excitement about things. That's a rarity in itself...you'd think I would have it seeping through my ears, let alone my mouth when I talked about it! Maybe it's because I let my nerves get the better of me. Hm.
Anyway, after about an hour and a half I went down to the main gallery floor, where I ran into my old RIT Grantwriting prof, Peter. I was actually really happy that he recognized me, remembered my name, and said hi.
Then I went into the storage room. Sunny Duuucckkkss!
It's a tiny thing. So intricate and gorgeous and intimate, while still being just the right amount of bizarre. I love it! Margie asked me what I thought (admittedly, that question sometimes scares me), I gave a little bit of interpretation, and we talked about me writing a wall label for inclusion in a show.
then she showed me some work by Julie Buffalohead (?)--which is PHENOMENAL. I love animals adopting human habits or quasi-human-form. It's creepy and strangely appropriate. I dunno.
So anyway......I finally left much later than I was supposed to and encountered the lovely snowfall. Yikes. I toyed with the idea of skipping GER Philosophy but decided to go so I would keep feeling productive and awesome, so I walked to campus from Boulder. Dumb. Icy death trail.
blablabla class class class.
Weimar is continuously disappointing and I don't know what they expect from us. But I did share a fun story and talked to Lina about Striptease/performances for a while and that was cool, somehow. I would enjoy being friends with her, though her intellect is far more intimidating than I'd like to admit. Also, very appealing.
I ran into Peter again when I got to Boulder. How funny! He's a very nice, charming guy. Though I am a little worried about this whole "job" thing (in the arts, specifically.) He told me to go to Grad school because there are no jobs. Which, realistically is quite true, and I know this, but it still seems so........shitty! I just don't think I'm ready to make that Grad school commitment yet, for something I'm not sure about. And I don't know what to look for......but should I? Is that a reason to go--because there are very little options? I don't necessarily think so. I also don't know if Rochester is the place to just "intern intern intern". But.....Im even less prepared to just pick up and move to artsier places than I am to even bother researching grad schools and work on personal statements (ech.)
Hmm what else.....I guess that's it. I felt pretty.darn. good about myself today in my blazer and skirt. Trendy, even? That's always nice.
Then I got home, ate some rice, drank a cider, and now I'm reading.
Bam!
I woke up with the kind of tiredness that lingers throughout the day. I hate starting days like this because I automatically associate it with Zombie-ism and depression and that puts me in an ill mood. Luckily this faded once I got to the MAG.
I only drank about 1/3 of my coffee (despite having made like 4 cups.....).
The MAG-
The morning started off rather awkwardly, actually. Margie was late due to a doctor's appointment and I was sitting there more or less in silence trying to finish reading Marx's Theses on Fauerbauch and about the Cabaret, rather simultaneously. Multi-tasking philosophy and 'cultural history' is a bad strategy, generally. But my concentration was further destroyed when people walked in and wanted to talk at low volumes about members of the faculty (not naming names!). We talked about social awkardness for a little while and I laughed at the irony of the situation.
This irony was further exacerbated in the meeting itself, when I could sense some of the tension and social-misfortunes coming through (disagreements? annoyances?). Gotta love group dynamics. I sat quietly, smirking, until it was my turn to give my great reveal!
Basically, I updated everyone on the story and the research I'm doing. I think I have a habit of not showing my excitement about things even when I manage to find excitement about things. That's a rarity in itself...you'd think I would have it seeping through my ears, let alone my mouth when I talked about it! Maybe it's because I let my nerves get the better of me. Hm.
Anyway, after about an hour and a half I went down to the main gallery floor, where I ran into my old RIT Grantwriting prof, Peter. I was actually really happy that he recognized me, remembered my name, and said hi.
Then I went into the storage room. Sunny Duuucckkkss!
It's a tiny thing. So intricate and gorgeous and intimate, while still being just the right amount of bizarre. I love it! Margie asked me what I thought (admittedly, that question sometimes scares me), I gave a little bit of interpretation, and we talked about me writing a wall label for inclusion in a show.
then she showed me some work by Julie Buffalohead (?)--which is PHENOMENAL. I love animals adopting human habits or quasi-human-form. It's creepy and strangely appropriate. I dunno.
So anyway......I finally left much later than I was supposed to and encountered the lovely snowfall. Yikes. I toyed with the idea of skipping GER Philosophy but decided to go so I would keep feeling productive and awesome, so I walked to campus from Boulder. Dumb. Icy death trail.
blablabla class class class.
Weimar is continuously disappointing and I don't know what they expect from us. But I did share a fun story and talked to Lina about Striptease/performances for a while and that was cool, somehow. I would enjoy being friends with her, though her intellect is far more intimidating than I'd like to admit. Also, very appealing.
I ran into Peter again when I got to Boulder. How funny! He's a very nice, charming guy. Though I am a little worried about this whole "job" thing (in the arts, specifically.) He told me to go to Grad school because there are no jobs. Which, realistically is quite true, and I know this, but it still seems so........shitty! I just don't think I'm ready to make that Grad school commitment yet, for something I'm not sure about. And I don't know what to look for......but should I? Is that a reason to go--because there are very little options? I don't necessarily think so. I also don't know if Rochester is the place to just "intern intern intern". But.....Im even less prepared to just pick up and move to artsier places than I am to even bother researching grad schools and work on personal statements (ech.)
Hmm what else.....I guess that's it. I felt pretty.darn. good about myself today in my blazer and skirt. Trendy, even? That's always nice.
Then I got home, ate some rice, drank a cider, and now I'm reading.
Bam!
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