Ooops! To customize my template I had to add Wordpress to my own hosting, which is nice because everything is under the umbrella of my own domain now. Nonetheless I have moved me blog again (for the last time!) I am now at http://www.howcouldiknow.com/blog/ .
I am leaving blogspot. Sorry, but wordpress is totally better! so now I am over here at
I am leaving my apartment of one year for a summer away in Chicago. I am sitting on my floor in an empty apartment, marveling at the change the last year has brought to me. A year ago I was so very frightened by the concept of moving up here; all alone it was completely terrifying. The first two weeks I slept fully clothed somehow as a buffer to the discomfort and fear. It was a lonely place for a while, partially because I had boxes stacked up and a blank canvas of an apartment. Yet now here I am again, and the bare walls and empty floors now seem comfortable. This is an empty space but one that I have conquered and survived; not just an apartment, my first time living alone. Which is not just about being responsible to remember bills, turning off lights and cleaning up after yourself. It was about keeping myself alive and happy without someone to come home to. It was a difficult and necessary year, painful but worth it. So now off to Chicago for three months to live with Ian and intern at the MCA. I'm ready to move on, get me out of here.
Around RIT there has been a lot of talk of prints swaps. We have extra paper to use up, money left on our print accounts and good friends we may not see for a while. So I will throw my hat in the ring. Anyone interested in a print, shoot me a message. You can look at some images on my website if you can't remember what you want. Unless you request something different (e.g. lambda etc. , might require funding) they will be 8 x 10 hahnemuhle Photo Rag Pearl. K cool bye.
This coffee I am drinking is terrible, even with two packets of sugar. I am swallowing gulps of it as if it were medicine. Which at this point it is. It is serving a purpose: 1) Waking me up (debatable) 2) Drying my mouth out 3) Making me crave a cigarette (check plus) 4) probably going to give me diarrhea. Even better is it is passing out of the luke warm into the realm of cold. I am sitting in this weird coffee shop restaraunt in a strip mall in Rochester, NY while I wait for my car to be serviced. Per usual, I stop in for an oil change (way, way, overdue) and am pleasantly surprised with a bevy of other repairs that they suggest to me. I need two tires (the tread on the front two is at 2/32nds) and a brake flush, coming to a total of $386. I am unwilling to buy the tires right now so its just the brake flush and oil change for today. My car (1999 Dodge Stratus) has been frustratingly expensive regarding upkeep. I guess thats what I get for having an overweight American car with shoddy engineering. I really want to wash my hands of it. I want to move to Chicago when I graduate and sell my car to a junkyard for parts. I usually sit by the window whenever I have a chance. I have a tinge of claustrophobia which may be a part of it. In this case it is a mental escape so I can pretend I am not here. My headphones provide the same refuge, until the lag between songs when the "coffee shop" trickles in during the silence. Their catalogue here is composed of second rate covers by no-name artist. Such as a lovely cover of "purple rain" and "imagine" and one original song which I caught, drumroll please.... Santana featuring Rob Thomas on "smooth". Which I was lucky enough to get stuck in my head. I am praying that my phone will ring so I can return to Firestone and give them all my money. Then off to satisfy my hunger and craving for nicotine. Get me away from here I am dying. I am ready to leave and start my three month vacation so I can start being in love and stop being loney.
but i am totally into it