Jack Kerouac, as Sal Paradise once said: "I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." And I think that's a rather apt description of my blog over the years, and perhaps the most perfect description of me in general that I've ever read. So that's what this blog is, a collection of the falling stars that are beckoning me at any time.
20 November 2005
must... stop... progress... of...time
I'm now 2/3 done with my 'he's the hammer' stationary project. The press I'm using has some kind of goo on it that's not allowing for proper ink cleanup so I'm worried that it's going to fuck my last run. I was hoping to get the last 250 or so sheets pressed tomorrow, but if the purple from this last run starts bleeding into the green I've got to pull tomorrow it might seriously set back my projection.
I might actually get 'celebrity wedding' done in time for the critique on Tuesday, I've managed never to miss a deadline this semester, but this one is pushing it, it's definitely the most hateful project this semester. I think I gave myself nerve damage cutting all those damn pages out of plexiglass. and I still haven't managed to find the caulk I need or to drill the holes for the string lights.
Definitely feeling the end of the semester stress. so many giant projects and so little time.
The student art show is next week and I still haven't settled on what pieces I'm putting in. I think the osteocyte painting and the print of the freedom fighters on horseback for sure but I'm not sure on what else. Can we just add like 3 more weeks to November?