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Thursday, 19 February 2009
Thoughts
My sister is getting an MRI today. She has swollen optic nerves and a blurry spot in one eye and they think it might have something to do with her brain. I really know little about it... the younger brother called and we talked and he mentioned it and then my sister got on and told me about it. But, her eventual comment bears some explaining.
My sister and I when we go out together have a strange thing happen to us. She's 15, I'm 21. I'm regularly mistaken as younger than her, with me as the younger one and her as the older. One lady thought she was 16 and me 13. Another thought she was in college and I was the one in highschool. A third time a museum curator scolded her for baiting her younger sister, when we asked how old the lady thought we were, she was thought to be 19 and me 14.
I'm not necessarily upset about this, (okay, I am but I also think it will be cool when I'm old and I'm mistaken for younger). Last night though I was reminded of why she's mistaken as the older one.
We were talking, and she mentioned on the swim team that another girl she swims with had similar problems and she ended up having calcium deposits in her eyes. And I asked, "Do you think it's because of swimming?"
Her: "No, it's a coincidence that we had similar environmental factors." (What 15 year old talks like that?)
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I've been feeling rather sad lately... I think mostly because its nearly that time of month, and normally I get rather weepy around that time. I hate it, because I'm sad and there's no reason why and I feel listless and don't want to get out of bed and have very little energy.
It will go for two or three days, and I'll be withdrawn and antisocial and generally try not to take everyone down around with me. And then just as suddenly, I'll snap out of it and I'll be my overly happy cheerful silly self.
But it just bothers me when I'm in the sad mode because I know I'm sad, I know the reason why, but it still feels to me like I'll always feel sad like this, that it will never end, and that the world just hates me. Its so irrational.
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Other random notes:
My sculpture is going well. I've made the wings. It really does look better without a head.
My last yarn I tried spinning was in this beautiful color, and I'm so excited about it. I spun it real thin, and I love how it came out (Navajo plied) except that the yarn kept loosing so much of the twist it broke while I was plying it. Especially toward the end. Does that mean I'm not giving it enough twist, or is there another problem?
Spinners, your help would be appreciated.
My sister and I when we go out together have a strange thing happen to us. She's 15, I'm 21. I'm regularly mistaken as younger than her, with me as the younger one and her as the older. One lady thought she was 16 and me 13. Another thought she was in college and I was the one in highschool. A third time a museum curator scolded her for baiting her younger sister, when we asked how old the lady thought we were, she was thought to be 19 and me 14.
I'm not necessarily upset about this, (okay, I am but I also think it will be cool when I'm old and I'm mistaken for younger). Last night though I was reminded of why she's mistaken as the older one.
We were talking, and she mentioned on the swim team that another girl she swims with had similar problems and she ended up having calcium deposits in her eyes. And I asked, "Do you think it's because of swimming?"
Her: "No, it's a coincidence that we had similar environmental factors." (What 15 year old talks like that?)
______________________
I've been feeling rather sad lately... I think mostly because its nearly that time of month, and normally I get rather weepy around that time. I hate it, because I'm sad and there's no reason why and I feel listless and don't want to get out of bed and have very little energy.
It will go for two or three days, and I'll be withdrawn and antisocial and generally try not to take everyone down around with me. And then just as suddenly, I'll snap out of it and I'll be my overly happy cheerful silly self.
But it just bothers me when I'm in the sad mode because I know I'm sad, I know the reason why, but it still feels to me like I'll always feel sad like this, that it will never end, and that the world just hates me. Its so irrational.
______________________
Other random notes:
My sculpture is going well. I've made the wings. It really does look better without a head.
My last yarn I tried spinning was in this beautiful color, and I'm so excited about it. I spun it real thin, and I love how it came out (Navajo plied) except that the yarn kept loosing so much of the twist it broke while I was plying it. Especially toward the end. Does that mean I'm not giving it enough twist, or is there another problem?
Spinners, your help would be appreciated.
Thursday, 12 February 2009
excuse the mess
I was messing around with the template, as I am wont to do, and things are a little... messy right now. I'll have things back to normal a bit later.
Busy Times
I've been working on a sculpture in my advance Sculpture class lately. It's a figure, and it has wings and a tail. I'm really struggling with it, both because I've never, ever done anything with the human body, and my understanding of how the human body fills space is rather warped (both because of my own self-image and because in some ways I really don't pay attention to it).
Anyway, the other day I was in a meeting with my professor and I told him that I was so frustrated with the head and arms because I couldn't make them make sense with the rest of the sculpture. I wanted to chop them off.
And he said, "Let's do it then."
In short order he was cutting through metal and I was clutching on to the sculpture for dear life both to hold it up and because taking off the arms and the head seemed so... drastic.
And it was.
But you know what? The sculpture looks better now.
I've been thinking about making changes, and how sometimes it is the shaving away of a little bit of plaster that makes the difference. Those little shavings, when they add up, make the sculpture look a lot better. But each of those shavings is rather easy to do, because it's not that hard to change back.
Sometimes though, you need to make big changes in order for something to make sense. And it can be scary and make you feel vulnerable.
But its worth it when the end result looks better, is better.
It makes more sense.
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In other news, I've been crafting a bunch but have been reluctant to take pictures of things. I'll have to soon though, because they are soon going to be given as gifts, and then I won't have any pictures.
I'm going to try to get back into the swing of writing something on the blog every now and then. I was silent for a while, and I'm not going to appologize for it- because this is my space.
It was necessary and now I'm back.
Anyway, the other day I was in a meeting with my professor and I told him that I was so frustrated with the head and arms because I couldn't make them make sense with the rest of the sculpture. I wanted to chop them off.
And he said, "Let's do it then."
In short order he was cutting through metal and I was clutching on to the sculpture for dear life both to hold it up and because taking off the arms and the head seemed so... drastic.
And it was.
But you know what? The sculpture looks better now.
I've been thinking about making changes, and how sometimes it is the shaving away of a little bit of plaster that makes the difference. Those little shavings, when they add up, make the sculpture look a lot better. But each of those shavings is rather easy to do, because it's not that hard to change back.
Sometimes though, you need to make big changes in order for something to make sense. And it can be scary and make you feel vulnerable.
But its worth it when the end result looks better, is better.
It makes more sense.
---------------------------
In other news, I've been crafting a bunch but have been reluctant to take pictures of things. I'll have to soon though, because they are soon going to be given as gifts, and then I won't have any pictures.
I'm going to try to get back into the swing of writing something on the blog every now and then. I was silent for a while, and I'm not going to appologize for it- because this is my space.
It was necessary and now I'm back.
Sunday, 21 December 2008
Monday, 8 December 2008
Anything can be a euphemism said with the right inflection
"I've been on your sofa studying World Literature." ~Pink Hair
"Oh yeah? Well I've been on your sofa studying the human geonome and all it's permutations... including the finished product." ~Muppet
"I'm growing 12 zygones right now"
*horrified look from Muppet*
Finals going on right now, so posting is obviously down, though the crafting 'aint. Look for some massive posts and pictures once finals get done.
"Oh yeah? Well I've been on your sofa studying the human geonome and all it's permutations... including the finished product." ~Muppet
"I'm growing 12 zygones right now"
*horrified look from Muppet*
Finals going on right now, so posting is obviously down, though the crafting 'aint. Look for some massive posts and pictures once finals get done.
Saturday, 6 December 2008
To my boyfriend (bf)* last night:
Me: The cat needs to die.
BF: Why?
Me: It's good character development. And it's a plot device.
BF: Okay.
[A bit later]
Me: What's it like to run over a small animal?
BF: You've never run over something?
me: No. Maybe that means I'm a good driver.
BF: Maybe that means you're a Yankee.
[even later]
Me: What do bones look like when they're sticking out of a body? I assume they only look white when they're bleached dry.
BF: They look like bad teeth.
Me: ?
BF: You know, yellowy.
Me: Ah.
[later]
Me: The cat still needs to die.
BF: She's pulling into the driveway. I don't think it's plausible that the cat gets run over when she's pulling into the driveway.
me: Then how can it die?
BF: Poison?
Me: *Mutters* Wouldn't that get into her milk and kill the kittens? The kittens need to live.
[five minutes later]
BF: I know! The cat has rabies and she has to kill it with a machete!
Me: Would she have that in her garage?
BF: Maybe it could be an axe.
*giggles* Maybe I'm the only one that finds these snippets of conversation amusing.
In other news, I knit two socks out of Noro yarn, and they came out looking completely different. So I'm having to knit two more socks, hoping I'll come out with near matches. Not that I'm complaining.
It's getting into finals, and I'm really busy, hence the lack of writing. There's lots of things I could tell you about... like the not-quite-masks I'm making for sculpture class, but I don't have the time right now.
BTW, if anyone out there has scraps of novelty yarn they don't want to use, I'd love to have them sent to me. I could really use them.
I'm running a fever, and my joints ache.
*My boyfriend, is also known as Southern Gentleman (SG) on previous blogs, and perhaps previous blog posts. I waver between the two nicknames for him. He's really sweet and I'm terribly in love with him. He has a slight (or more than slight) bias against Yankees (he's mostly joking) but makes an exception for me. And you want an example of how great he his? He winds center-pull balls of yarn for me.
BF: Why?
Me: It's good character development. And it's a plot device.
BF: Okay.
[A bit later]
Me: What's it like to run over a small animal?
BF: You've never run over something?
me: No. Maybe that means I'm a good driver.
BF: Maybe that means you're a Yankee.
[even later]
Me: What do bones look like when they're sticking out of a body? I assume they only look white when they're bleached dry.
BF: They look like bad teeth.
Me: ?
BF: You know, yellowy.
Me: Ah.
[later]
Me: The cat still needs to die.
BF: She's pulling into the driveway. I don't think it's plausible that the cat gets run over when she's pulling into the driveway.
me: Then how can it die?
BF: Poison?
Me: *Mutters* Wouldn't that get into her milk and kill the kittens? The kittens need to live.
[five minutes later]
BF: I know! The cat has rabies and she has to kill it with a machete!
Me: Would she have that in her garage?
BF: Maybe it could be an axe.
*giggles* Maybe I'm the only one that finds these snippets of conversation amusing.
In other news, I knit two socks out of Noro yarn, and they came out looking completely different. So I'm having to knit two more socks, hoping I'll come out with near matches. Not that I'm complaining.
It's getting into finals, and I'm really busy, hence the lack of writing. There's lots of things I could tell you about... like the not-quite-masks I'm making for sculpture class, but I don't have the time right now.
BTW, if anyone out there has scraps of novelty yarn they don't want to use, I'd love to have them sent to me. I could really use them.
I'm running a fever, and my joints ache.
*My boyfriend, is also known as Southern Gentleman (SG) on previous blogs, and perhaps previous blog posts. I waver between the two nicknames for him. He's really sweet and I'm terribly in love with him. He has a slight (or more than slight) bias against Yankees (he's mostly joking) but makes an exception for me. And you want an example of how great he his? He winds center-pull balls of yarn for me.
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
Gonna be gone
Gonna be gone until Sunday- going to visit the boyfriend's parent's family farm. Fun will come!
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
I was going to do a post with pictures, but I'm too tired.
Why am I too tired? Well yesterday I was working on my sculpture and gating it until around seven forty five. I raced over to the union to get dinner, and managed to grab some milk, apples and hot chocolate/vanilla latte/coffee, because I was cold and thought I could use the pick me up.
I don’t normally like coffee drinks, but it was good, and it went well with the eggs I made in my room.
Anyway, around eleven I was freezing. The heater has been blowing hot air, and after wavering between warm weather and chilly weather, the temperature plunged on Saturday night, and hasn’t revered yet. As a result, I’m freezing in my room. After talking with Laura and making sure I wasn’t the only one imagining it, I went to the union to warm up (with the fire and everything it’s quite toasty) and get something hot to drink. Well, I thought that the drink I had earlier was pretty good, and it didn’t seem to effect me that much, so I decided to do it again, but make it a large and add a bit more coffee to it, because the coffee was hotter than the hot chocolate. I wanted something that would stay warm when I went back to my room.
Well, after adding cinnamon and nutmeg, it was quite tasty, and I brought it back to my room to drink as I worked. I nursed it for the next hour, and it stayed quite warm.
Needless to say, somewhere around there the caffeine from the two drinks caught up with me, and I didn't get to sleep for a long long time after that.
Today we did the investing process, where we pour plaster around our wax to make a mold. The wax will be burned out in the kiln, which will leave the mold behind. Then, next Tuesday we'll pour molten metal (bronze specifically) into the mold.
The investing process (which is part of the lost wax casting method) was messy, dirty work. We all had jobs, and mine was measuring out plaster which means I got plaster powder everywhere (including my nose… I was the one measuring out plaster in our whole process, so I was inhaling lots of dust… probably not a good thing) and got crazy dirty and my skin is really dried out and my hair is a crazy tangled mess I don’t want to deal with.
It was so much fun. We mixed silicone sand with plaster and water (equal parts of each) and then poured them into the containers we had built around or wax sculptures and the gating attached. We made the containers out of felt paper and chickenwire. It was a lot of work, left me feeling vaguely exhausted.
Thus, I don't want to go to the effort of taking pictures of my current crafting, nor any of the other interesting things I got on my camera, despite knowing that craft blogs are more interesting when they have pictures in them.
Least of all, they are for me.
I don’t normally like coffee drinks, but it was good, and it went well with the eggs I made in my room.
Anyway, around eleven I was freezing. The heater has been blowing hot air, and after wavering between warm weather and chilly weather, the temperature plunged on Saturday night, and hasn’t revered yet. As a result, I’m freezing in my room. After talking with Laura and making sure I wasn’t the only one imagining it, I went to the union to warm up (with the fire and everything it’s quite toasty) and get something hot to drink. Well, I thought that the drink I had earlier was pretty good, and it didn’t seem to effect me that much, so I decided to do it again, but make it a large and add a bit more coffee to it, because the coffee was hotter than the hot chocolate. I wanted something that would stay warm when I went back to my room.
Well, after adding cinnamon and nutmeg, it was quite tasty, and I brought it back to my room to drink as I worked. I nursed it for the next hour, and it stayed quite warm.
Needless to say, somewhere around there the caffeine from the two drinks caught up with me, and I didn't get to sleep for a long long time after that.
Today we did the investing process, where we pour plaster around our wax to make a mold. The wax will be burned out in the kiln, which will leave the mold behind. Then, next Tuesday we'll pour molten metal (bronze specifically) into the mold.
The investing process (which is part of the lost wax casting method) was messy, dirty work. We all had jobs, and mine was measuring out plaster which means I got plaster powder everywhere (including my nose… I was the one measuring out plaster in our whole process, so I was inhaling lots of dust… probably not a good thing) and got crazy dirty and my skin is really dried out and my hair is a crazy tangled mess I don’t want to deal with.
It was so much fun. We mixed silicone sand with plaster and water (equal parts of each) and then poured them into the containers we had built around or wax sculptures and the gating attached. We made the containers out of felt paper and chickenwire. It was a lot of work, left me feeling vaguely exhausted.
Thus, I don't want to go to the effort of taking pictures of my current crafting, nor any of the other interesting things I got on my camera, despite knowing that craft blogs are more interesting when they have pictures in them.
Least of all, they are for me.
Monday, 17 November 2008
I don't know quite what to say
I haven't been writing lately, and I'm trying to resist the urge to apologize for it. This is, after all, my space, and I shouldn't feel guilty for writing or not writing.
But, I've gotten several e-mails from different people, and it was very heartening. There isn't really anything wrong with me other than a vague sense of loneliness that's been with me lately. I had a friend visiting for just under two weeks, and she was staying in my single at college with me. It was nice to have a room mate again... I've been missing that. Anyway, I was busy with her being here, and then she left on Friday. Meanwhile, another one of my good friends flunked out of school (for various personal reasons) and her parents withdrew her (her parents are not the most sympathetic of people and were not very supportive of the fact that she's been going through a lot of stuff). So in a week two of my friends dropped out of my social life.
Now, normally that wouldn't be that big of deal, but in addition most of my friends that are my year are crazy busy with applying to grad school and other stuff, and my friends that are a year younger than me (including my boyfriend) are all studying abroad.
So I've been just a tad bit lonely.
The end result is I've been trying to expand my social circle, with interesting results. Still, while I am getting to know some facinating and interesting underclassmen, it doesn't make up for the fact that most of my close friends are going through their own crisis.
So... yeah.
In other news, not much happening on the crafting scale. I've spun up three new yarns, and I'm working on another sculpture for my class. We're casting in Bronze! (more on that later) I'm planning on incorporating crochet into the end product. (surprise, surprise)
It's going to ROCK.
But, I've gotten several e-mails from different people, and it was very heartening. There isn't really anything wrong with me other than a vague sense of loneliness that's been with me lately. I had a friend visiting for just under two weeks, and she was staying in my single at college with me. It was nice to have a room mate again... I've been missing that. Anyway, I was busy with her being here, and then she left on Friday. Meanwhile, another one of my good friends flunked out of school (for various personal reasons) and her parents withdrew her (her parents are not the most sympathetic of people and were not very supportive of the fact that she's been going through a lot of stuff). So in a week two of my friends dropped out of my social life.
Now, normally that wouldn't be that big of deal, but in addition most of my friends that are my year are crazy busy with applying to grad school and other stuff, and my friends that are a year younger than me (including my boyfriend) are all studying abroad.
So I've been just a tad bit lonely.
The end result is I've been trying to expand my social circle, with interesting results. Still, while I am getting to know some facinating and interesting underclassmen, it doesn't make up for the fact that most of my close friends are going through their own crisis.
So... yeah.
In other news, not much happening on the crafting scale. I've spun up three new yarns, and I'm working on another sculpture for my class. We're casting in Bronze! (more on that later) I'm planning on incorporating crochet into the end product. (surprise, surprise)
It's going to ROCK.
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