fantasy heels '07
things seem to be looking up...
today i went to hand my application in at vellum, this paper store in the south end. the owner is this amazingly stunning pregnant indian woman, and she literally read the thing in front of me, and offered me the job. i go in this friday for an orientation, and i'm really excited. not working for a few months was really nice, but i've been working since i was like 13, so not having a job was weird and sort of messed up my whole system of time budgeting. it will be good to get back into the swing of things, and to start making money again. plus, the store is small, and really beautiful, and the south end is just so tragically cute and trendy. plus i'll get to wear cute clothes to work- and i'm all about that.
in other news, alex and i have decided to take on another roommate for next year. her friend lavers (alex lavers) goes to tufts, and currently lives in davis (our next intended place of habitation), and asked if we'd take her on. after careful consideration (aka, drinking 40s) we decided that it would be best to add another source of income, and another source of crazy, to the mix. which takes a lot of financial pressure off us, and in general means that we'll have a really great house with a lot more room in june. so, all good things.
today in my latin american art class, my teacher was setting up this video, and asked us if anyone had any news. this one DUMB kid raises his hand and tells the class that he went to the MFA (congrats bro, you found culture). when my prof. asked him what he looked at, he (dead SERIOUSLY) responded,
"dutch masters, mostly"
at which point lauren and i locked eyes and proceeded to piss our pants. smoke a blunt dude.
then we finished watching this documentary about frida kahlo, which was really comprehensive and inspiring. i've always admired frida as an artist, but she was such an interesting personality. she lived her art, and was totally possessed by this vitality and creativity. the thing that struck me the most however, was her relationship with diego. they were so consumed by each other. they cheated like mad, they each were so unfaithful to each other, but as frida said "fidelity is a bourgeois idea". they were so madly in love, it was mind boggling. they pushed each other as artists, constantly placed each other in their respective works, got married, got divorced, and got married again. when we finished watching the movie, mirta (my prof) asked us what we thought, and this one kid said exactly what was on my mind, "i only hope to one day be loved with as much fervent passion as frida loved diego." she called him her universe, her mother, her son, her friend, her religion, her art.
and as i watched this movie, i could only hope that one day i will be someone's frida. to love someone so incredibly, to have one person- and one person alone- inhabit my heart. to know no matter what i do, or no matter how many fights i have with them, that i will need them in my life to survive artistically, emotionally, mentally (in a way). truly the most beautiful, awe inspiring, envy inducing relationship.
today i went to hand my application in at vellum, this paper store in the south end. the owner is this amazingly stunning pregnant indian woman, and she literally read the thing in front of me, and offered me the job. i go in this friday for an orientation, and i'm really excited. not working for a few months was really nice, but i've been working since i was like 13, so not having a job was weird and sort of messed up my whole system of time budgeting. it will be good to get back into the swing of things, and to start making money again. plus, the store is small, and really beautiful, and the south end is just so tragically cute and trendy. plus i'll get to wear cute clothes to work- and i'm all about that.
in other news, alex and i have decided to take on another roommate for next year. her friend lavers (alex lavers) goes to tufts, and currently lives in davis (our next intended place of habitation), and asked if we'd take her on. after careful consideration (aka, drinking 40s) we decided that it would be best to add another source of income, and another source of crazy, to the mix. which takes a lot of financial pressure off us, and in general means that we'll have a really great house with a lot more room in june. so, all good things.
today in my latin american art class, my teacher was setting up this video, and asked us if anyone had any news. this one DUMB kid raises his hand and tells the class that he went to the MFA (congrats bro, you found culture). when my prof. asked him what he looked at, he (dead SERIOUSLY) responded,
"dutch masters, mostly"
at which point lauren and i locked eyes and proceeded to piss our pants. smoke a blunt dude.
then we finished watching this documentary about frida kahlo, which was really comprehensive and inspiring. i've always admired frida as an artist, but she was such an interesting personality. she lived her art, and was totally possessed by this vitality and creativity. the thing that struck me the most however, was her relationship with diego. they were so consumed by each other. they cheated like mad, they each were so unfaithful to each other, but as frida said "fidelity is a bourgeois idea". they were so madly in love, it was mind boggling. they pushed each other as artists, constantly placed each other in their respective works, got married, got divorced, and got married again. when we finished watching the movie, mirta (my prof) asked us what we thought, and this one kid said exactly what was on my mind, "i only hope to one day be loved with as much fervent passion as frida loved diego." she called him her universe, her mother, her son, her friend, her religion, her art.
and as i watched this movie, i could only hope that one day i will be someone's frida. to love someone so incredibly, to have one person- and one person alone- inhabit my heart. to know no matter what i do, or no matter how many fights i have with them, that i will need them in my life to survive artistically, emotionally, mentally (in a way). truly the most beautiful, awe inspiring, envy inducing relationship.