in the rain the pavement shines like silver
My outfit today is a black sweater, black skirt, black horizontal-striped tights, and pointy black heels: I am the Wicked Witch of the West.
Friday I saw Ballet Austin perform at the Joyce, and I had a thoroughly enjoyable evening. I think Artistic Director Stephen Mills makes innovative use of partnering in ballet, and begins to successfully blur the line between ballet and modern dance. I think Roslyn Sulcas can suck it: you are no Debrah Jowitt, and I hate New York art snobs. (admittedly, I may have a bit of a bias here) I went to the champagne reception afterwards and caught up with Stephen and Cookie and others from my past days at Ballet Austin Academy. It’s great socializing with Austinites in New York.
I’m making remarkable strides in my freelance work: I delivered final files and invoices to two clients, made significant updates to the Rock School Web site, and completed three proofs for wedding invitations. As a result, I had no social life Saturday night, but it was raining and cold, so who cares? Plus, I appreciate not having to stay up until 1a working during the week to get caught up.
ooo - and I have business cards! They’re printed on kiwi/watermelon paper. Next step: design and launch my Web site.
Good news on the job front: I’m interviewing in the second round for a production job at S&P, and I’m applying for an Assistant Design job at St. Martin’s Press, where my friend Irene works. Think happy thoughts.
It took six months of daydreaming and a few payments from my clients, and now, at age 24, I have purchased my first pair of designer jeans. It felt really weird carrying around a Barney’s Coop bag while riding the train home to Brooklyn. Aghast at how much I spent, my roommates insisted on a fashion show: “Oh, those are nice.” Like a glove.
I hate poorly constructed dry wall. Cheap bastards. It’s taken three attempts and counting, and Steph and I still can’t mount the hardware for our dining room curtain. Last night’s antics approached Three Stooges levels and culminated in a laughter breakdown. There was plenty of swearing as well.
This weekend I travel to Dallas for a family reunion. Good times with the Tebows!
Friday I saw Ballet Austin perform at the Joyce, and I had a thoroughly enjoyable evening. I think Artistic Director Stephen Mills makes innovative use of partnering in ballet, and begins to successfully blur the line between ballet and modern dance. I think Roslyn Sulcas can suck it: you are no Debrah Jowitt, and I hate New York art snobs. (admittedly, I may have a bit of a bias here) I went to the champagne reception afterwards and caught up with Stephen and Cookie and others from my past days at Ballet Austin Academy. It’s great socializing with Austinites in New York.
I’m making remarkable strides in my freelance work: I delivered final files and invoices to two clients, made significant updates to the Rock School Web site, and completed three proofs for wedding invitations. As a result, I had no social life Saturday night, but it was raining and cold, so who cares? Plus, I appreciate not having to stay up until 1a working during the week to get caught up.
ooo - and I have business cards! They’re printed on kiwi/watermelon paper. Next step: design and launch my Web site.
Good news on the job front: I’m interviewing in the second round for a production job at S&P, and I’m applying for an Assistant Design job at St. Martin’s Press, where my friend Irene works. Think happy thoughts.
It took six months of daydreaming and a few payments from my clients, and now, at age 24, I have purchased my first pair of designer jeans. It felt really weird carrying around a Barney’s Coop bag while riding the train home to Brooklyn. Aghast at how much I spent, my roommates insisted on a fashion show: “Oh, those are nice.” Like a glove.
I hate poorly constructed dry wall. Cheap bastards. It’s taken three attempts and counting, and Steph and I still can’t mount the hardware for our dining room curtain. Last night’s antics approached Three Stooges levels and culminated in a laughter breakdown. There was plenty of swearing as well.
This weekend I travel to Dallas for a family reunion. Good times with the Tebows!