Season 7, Baby! It’s gonna be good.
Author: approximately
This is my new pin. I bought it at a secondhand store last week.
I already believe this pin is lucky—if luck does, in fact, exist—because after I found it and before I purchased it, I dropped the pin in the store while I was shopping. It wasn’t until about twenty minutes later that I realized it was missing from my hands, and I was genuinely forlorn.
I retraced my steps and discovered it in front of a case of cassette tapes I’d studied for a while. It was waiting for me, its new owner, with shimmering presence.
This is good. I need luck.
A Loss, A Gain.
LOSS: Today I deactivated my facebook (again).
If you need to reach me, I’m always here on blogger. Also, I check my email religiously (seriously) — chrisjen@mnstate.edu.
I have a home address as well. And, I love snail mail nearly as much as I love chocolate and checking my email (I also check my home mailbox religiously). If you’d like my home address, email me for it. Maybe you should just email me?
And regarding facebook: I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with it. I honestly dislike it and the time I’ve spent with it (but not the people that I’ve connected with. I love those people). I had a class with an instructor yesterday that said it best:
“Facebook is the worst thing to happen to modern society since the atom bomb.”
So I’m taking time off from it this semester, in order to focus on schoolwork. I dismissed facebook last semester and did rather well, so I’d like to continue this semester without it.
END LOSS/>
GAIN!
Today I got another job. I’ll be working with the gallery manager as part of the gallery installation crew on campus. This means I’ll be helping with the gallery layout, placement of pieces, etc., assisting in setup for gallery receptions, and when it’s all said and done—taking down the exhibit and putting up a new one. It’s great flexible hours, I get to work with rad people, awesome experience and a fantastic gain to compensate for my loss : )
EXTRA EXTRA. ALAS—A STUDIO SPACE!
Okay, so this isn’t as exciting for you as it is for me. This past semester I signed up for a long-awaited studio space in the art department, and upon my return found that I’d received one!
I should note that a “studio space” is really nothing special. It’s literally a five foot long L-shaped counter space with a cupboard. But I’ve never had my own five-foot L-shaped counter space before, so I’m thoroughly excited. My own counter, my own outlet (4 OF THEM), my own cutting board. THRILLING.
In the absolute delight of the moment (really, I might burst), I thought I’d post a few photos of my new digs. (REALLY, don’t get your hopes up.)
Check it out! It’s me! In my “studio”!
MYSPACE! Mine!
The cabinet containing all of my super-important supplies: Adhesives, sharp objects, and cords.
Hooray!
I should also mention — I have ANOTHER STUDIO SPACE, too! It’s my sculpture studio space, located in the sculpture studio (thank you, Captain Obvious). It’s void until I get started on my first project, BUT! It’s got a really cool old drafting table and a shelf. My very own shelf.
I’ve never had designated spaces to create within — my years here have been spent storing supplies in lockers and hauling back and forth, sprawling out on floors, counters, wherever I could make a space. So this is…kind of a big deal. I’m…kind of excited.
Take care, all. And of course, GO FORTH AND CREATE.
jc
LIFE IS HARD. I’ve always lived under the assumption that I can do everything—but I can’t. I’ve always focused on rich, successful, hardworking, loving, living, and graditude, but I feel poor and desolate in every way. I’ve always walked faster, and dreamed longer than days past and yet, after all, I’m just me. Trying hard.
Maybe I’m not trying. Maybe all this is just passing of time, relentless allusions of failure and procrastination, soft grievances of waiting and a subtle wish for passage to fame, or at least recognition. Am I wrong? Where am I, and when can I forget? When can I achieve?
Why does a multitude of words and images, feigned to be all I’ve got, all I’ve got, all I’ve got, always feel tangibly mediocre—
lackluster—
lost?
?
I’ve not the words. You’ll always be better.
Biting off more than I can chew,
Chewing anyway.
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To hitch and hike
Wash and bike
Travel down the road
To dust and spike
Read and write
And put things in their rows
Against the wind
A tinge and sin
Travel through the wires
The pace replaced
By pause, disgrace
And countered with desire.
I’m going to go
Watch and flow
Travel by the dream
Stitch and sew
And row, and row
And wish I’d never seen
The haste and waste
Of dumps and lakes
Travel up the hill
The give and take
And lonely taste
Of one voice and one feel.
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