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q: hey kendra. how was your weekend?
a: what, you mean
larry didn’t tell you?
actually, that was just for a little bit.
friday night reminded me why i don’t make a habit of going to san francisco- too many people and the traffic sucks.
bella bigsby’s art show was fun. the 45 minutes it took to find parking wasn’t, but i did like the art and i liked getting out of the house. i wish i could say something more educated about the art displayed, but my art critic vocabulary is sorely lacking. i was quite taken with a certain painting of a crow that was an odd combination of menacing and welcoming. i think its expression reminded me of maude a bit. the highlight for me though, was a series of old car crash photos from san fancisco and oakland. they were in a pile on a chair and i really wanted some to put near my desk at work. then robojoe and i departed from the group to try to find parking in the mission to get some seitan sandwiches. i forgot how great they are, i should go back more often. then we went to
maggie mudd for some sickeningly great sundae.
larry already covered saturday morning. the rest of the day was spent sleeping and reading for school. i did get a sheet of glass for printmaking and some bamboo knitting needles which a really nice to use. (mom, you were right.)
sunday was rough. i woke up late for kalx and one of my trainees flaked out, which meant i had to dj for two hours by the seat of my pants. it was allright, but not too much fun. then i went home for a short nap and homework. by the evening i had finished my midterm, turned in my journal, made coconut curry, and started a camoflauge scarf for robojoe.
now i’m at work with a migraine trying to hold down the fort. that’s my life, that’s how it’s cut…