and more summer

life drawing yeah

Simon and Garfunkel and the kids

Dorm life is getting to me and all i can do is turn up the volume and play songs that remind me of other places, like simon and garfunkel who remind me of home, or chumbawumba and lfo who remind me of carpooling in third grade, or octopus project who are loud enough that i can't even think about where i am anyway.

and i am at desk, after being in a classroom after being in studio after being in MY studio after cleaning the fridge and sneezing 10 times from all the crud that was in the bottom drawer after running into helene on the t after leaving the grocery store after getting to the grocery store after taking the train to starbucks after waking up to a phone call three hours past my alarm.

September 11, 2008

Holley my chiropractor put a heat wrap on my neck and said very cheerfully: "So, what were YOU doing seven years ago today?"

Catching some sun

Humidity is lowering itself down on Cambridge right now.  

When I look through my windows (clerestory style) from 

my bed below them I can only see sky.  This morning it 

was bright whitish-grey.  I told Dodd I always assumed 

Grey had an "e" in it, but I don't know the general 

consensus on that.

I've officially had one of every class.  They are as follows:

1. Thermal Fluids I, a stereotypically difficult, boring, and 

depressing class combining what in other majors is three 

classes, Thermodynamics, Fluid Mechanics, and Heat 

Transfer.

  

2. Design and Manufacturing II, and awesome class taught 

by my favorite professor, in which we learn about manu-

facturing and get to make yoyos, and tour the Solo cup factory.

3. Experiencing Architecture Studio, hands on, half Wellesley 

girls, and the teacher has a lisp.

4. Art Since 1940, Modern art history taught by Caroline 

Jones, who can cram a paragraph of information into every 

sentence if you can only catch her references.

5. Computational Design I: Theory and Practice, I am the only 

student out of 21 who is not an architecture major, and I am 

one of two undergraduates. Looks to be interesting, if intimidating.

6. Paul Farmer and the Politics of Global Healthcare, taught 

by puppeteer John Bell and Cracked member Mia Shandell, 

this class teaches us about the work of Paul Farmer and about 

different puppet performance techniques in order to plan a 

Dramashop performance on Paul Farmer in the Spring.

Upcoming projects:

1. painting the 3rd HNC lounge

2. planning the Cracked show

3. printing new tshirts

4. applying to craft fairs

5. studying

Nothing to Form a Title From

347 is our studio.  It is equipped with a 43" tall table the size of a full mattress, a shorter 4'x3' light table, a fridge, 3 lamps, some shelves, a closet, all of my art supplies, a desktop computer and mini speakers.  All it needs now are some artists.  Brooke gets home at midnight tonight, and after a whole summer without her, it's going to feel so great to start working together again.  Cracked has an art show opening at the Weisner Student Gallery on September 18 (4-6 or thereabouts), and there is as of yet no content!  

It's also frat rush all week.  I walked down Beacon St last night and scoped it out.  There are sidewalk barbeques on every block, hang outs, free red bulls, frisbee games, and so much animosity from pedestrians.  If you watch peoples' faces as they pass they always sort of scowl at the frats, until they get to the one they were invited to, of course.  It's as if one frat barbeque is infinitely inferior to another's, just because the letters on their shirts are different.  It's hilarious.  

I started going to a chiropractor who waives the insurance copay for students.  She works out of this chic office on Newbury St.  The waiting room has vibration chairs and free granola bars and the receptionist is an asian dude with a mohawk who wears black v-neck tees.  The chiropractor looks like she teases her bleached hair and clomps around in boots and a jean jacket, while putting heating pads on your back and cracking your neck more times than I knew it could crack.  Awesome.

School starts in 3 days, I switched my major to 2A, mech-E with a concentration in Product Design.  I'm psyched, taking a bunch of classes, I hope I just stay afloat

General Rant, at your service!

At our house meeting tonight we were told that it would greatly benefit the reputation of the house to have a hobby as it were.  East Campus went from "that dorm that makes drugs" to "the dorm that builds things."  Henry Jenkins, our housemaster, suggests we take on a similar persona, saying that while of course "the dorm that builds things" is an easy thing to remember, we are welcome to make a slightly more complicated name for ourselves.  

Fanny suggested that the obvious choice was "the art dorm," which, as she pointed out, we sort of already are.  Most bands in the four east dorms practice in our music room, we have people in dance troupe, we have cracked and murals and all that stuff.  As soon as this was pointed out I thought about our towers meeting, when it was decided that in an effort to keep the lounge of our suite a public hang-out spot, we can't leave anything out except for bottles and ash trays.  This charming development was geared towards bicycles, but it was primarily to keep stray art projects from taking over the lounge in an effort to spare towers the reputation of "the arts and crafts suite."

From a girl who is off to Burning Man, not to drink or do drugs but to BUILD ART PROJECTS, I am thoroughly disappointed, if not at all surprised.

And this is the current state of things in my awesome dormitory lifestyle.  Scot is back, which means there will be more dumpster dives.  Luwen is almost back, so there will be a social monolith, which will help me stay sane amongst strong art-nazi personalities (keep it contained to the sixth floor, or, better yet, let's keep you out of towers all together.).  My computer screen is flashing in odd ways.  I think it is time for repairs.  Shoot.