I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.

So, my first art project from this quarter is hanging in a glass case in the Dexter building. And Chuck said that my latest project was “a strange way to solve the problem”. I think that’s good. Nix that, I hope that’s good.

I don’t update this thing as often as I should.

Tuesday, I had a wonderful surprise. In the middle of what I saw on weather.com as 100 degree heat in San Luis, I had my Food Processing lab.

Professor Niku glanced around the room after lecturing to us about the procedures required with the freeze-drying of the foods we’d be experimenting on for that lab. “You may have noticed how warm it is today.” A series of gutteral moaning from the class. “Luckily for you, a company has donated a large amount of organic sorbet to our department, and since we can’t sell it all, be sure to take a case with you when you leave today.”

So, as I was stepping into the walk-in freezer, I couldn’t help but notice the amount of steam coming off of my entire body. Sure, it was cold in there, but it felt like heaven. I regretfully left that freezer, with a very nice case of 24 organic lemon sorbets under my arm.

I became Santa Claus for a day when I walked into the office where I work (even though I wasn’t scheduled to) and offered all my co-workers icy deliciousness. Boy, did that feel good.

So, last night, I ended up going to bed at 1 am. After tossing and turning for a while, I looked at my clock and it said 2. You’ve got to be kidding me, I thought. I have class at 8 this morning!

But somehow, I woke up feeling pretty darned energized. Maybe it’s several different things like the new version of Windows XP on my computer, thus new installs of old programs. Maybe I’m just a nerd (actually, there’s no maybe to that), but I really like having the chance to start over again with my computer; to be able to set up my system in new ways. Maybe I’m feeling energized because I finished the brochure I’ve been designing for the Housing Authority, and getting paid $13.50 an hour for it is not bad. Maybe it’s because I completed a piece of 3d modeling for an art critique I have today.

Again, maybe I’m just a nerd.

I sleep well now. This is a welcome change. Last quarter, I did not.

But with the newfound sense of slumber, I’m finding the sunlight streaming in just a little more enjoyable. Maybe it’s because it’s Spring. Or maybe I just can’t go back to sleep with the allergies that like to attack me at this time of the year.

Let me tell you one thing: Claritin is a godsend. It doesn’t help out all of the time, but it destroys about 80 – 90% of my allergy attacks, which is definitely a good thing.

See, Ben? Drugs can help.

So, because my roommates are probably getting sick of this joke, I figure I’ll put it here. I came up with it last night, and I thought it was quite clever.

So, the Dahmer party is hanging out one night, and one of them says to the other, “you’re stupid.”

The other one replies, “eat me.”

After just now doing a search and reading a little bit of the history of Jeffrey Dahmer, I find that joke much less funny. But I’ll keep it here, because it’s still clever.

Alone, I should never have found the garden — except, perhaps, for the big yellow pumpkins that lay about unprotected by their withering vines — and I felt very little interest in it when I got there. I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away. The light air about me told me that the world ended here: only the ground and sun and sky were left, and if one went a little farther there would be only sun and sky, and one would float off into them, like the tawny hawks which sailed over our heads making slow shadows on the grass.

– Willa Cather, My Antonia

And so, midnight struck, and I read the last line of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix… I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed in one very small fact, the probable many years it will take J.K. Rowling to write the next one.

I turned in my first art project of the quarter about an hour ago. It turned out very well, and as has been the case throughout this project I am both amazed and disgusted by my work. It’s so completely different from everyone else’s, and that worries me a little. It’s as if one of the Art and Design majors will stand up in the middle of a crit, point at me with a pitchfork, and scream


or perhaps Chuck, with his beady bespectacled grimace, would realize he forgot to tell me before the due date that my work was crap.

But none of that happened, and so, we are to start on the next project for me to do something completely off of what the rest of the class is up to. I think I’m up for that challenge… I haven’t been scared away from it yet.

Reminder to self: Jason Collett = Good music.

accident – A condition of affairs in which presence of mind is good, but absence of body better.
(From The Foolish Dictionary by Gideon Wurdz)

That definition perfectly describes this post. Ironically, it was the same definition I had at the beginning of the post I was originally writing, but didn’t save before I closed my browser. Thus, that very long, very winding description of how my entire day was pretty much an opus of mistake, a symphony of sweet disaster if you will, is lost and forgotten in the same spirit as the rest of my day.

I almost wish that when I had woken up this morning, it was to a different day. Strangely enough, I’m still pretty happy. I’m a delusional fool.

A spam e-mail sent to me today, with the subject line “Free Ipod Mini”:

Thick walls are important. I was just thinking. Are you getting pieces of this? The same thing we do every night, he replied.

I’d thought it was sad to hate the forest the way she’d done. There were many examples of animals all around. And someone was waiting for me, just around the corner. Don’t do that, the cat pointed out.

Love what you do and do what you love What is the answer? There were many examples of animals all around. That could well be the answer.

The same thing we do every night, he replied. I’m evil. But under the circumstances, I’d do it again. What is the answer? This is what I like, I’d tell myself.

I realized it was so true.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it’s queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I find the most precious part of spring cleaning is the morning after the work is done. Not simply because of all the work that is no longer perched on the mantle, waiting for you with demon eyes, but rather because of the moment when I awaken and find I don’t recognize my own room.

Certainly, I have a bit more to do. There’s the matter of rearranging my closet to make a bit more sense, hanging up some posters (I’ve done quite a bit of this already), maybe getting a few photos framed for hanging (particularly a couple of panoramic photos I’ve either made or acquired), and some cleaning of my window.

I don’t exactly know why I started cleaning this last weekend. Certainly I needed it, it’s now the cleanest I’ve ever had it, and it feels, six months later, that I’ve finally moved in. I wanted to feel like it’s home, and I think I really wanted Sarah to feel comfortable spending time at my place. It also gave me a good excuse to keep from working on my first art project.

Today was the first of three critiques for said art project. It’s supposed to be a piece that demonstrates simultaneous contrast in color… don’t worry, I won’t barrage you with color theory, but I will tell you that I started out this project working with the idea of droplets, then it changed to skeletal structures, and now it’s all fallen apart.

We’ll see what happens with it before Monday.