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oof. Ladies and gents. Since we last spoke I have come out of hiding in the library from the paper pulp. I in fact had a critique of that project on wednesday. My funerary paper bulbs that I was working on were a big hit. I'll have to update with the whole story later but Basically I made paper bulbs out of wonky balloons I bought at the dollar store and paper pulp that I mixed seeds into. Inside would be the ashes of the deceased. To be hung on a tree and when the weathering of the paper deteriorates the balloons they would fall back to the ground and hopefully something would grow. Also for the easing into the healing process by letting the ashes go.
4 o'clock in the morning and I'm outside dustpanning summer past bbq ashes from the grill into paper balloons. Anyway I got to school and hung them in a tree in the park across the street. When my class got outside to critique my piece the motorcade of police cars on their way to the church on Logan circle to go to the funeral of the police officer that got killed last week. It was a little unsettling but everyone liked my piece and my teacher threw me a "well done."
I thought the city sounded a little quieter on Wednesday but people I did hear talking were talking about the weekly paper with the "State of Emergency" printed on it. Inside there was an article about Philly surpassing Detroit to the number one spot for murder capital of America. I think the average was something like 344 murders this year.
So anyway, my car happened to fall back into my lap this week so I ditched life drawing today to go to FunHouse shop for some antiques and then steal away back to the beach.
On monday I became an aunt. My brother's girlfriend had the baby. Steven Alexander Martinez 8lbs 2 oz. 20 inches long. Rosy cheeks, healthy, and quite the little bruiser. She was due the 9th and Nick was to fly out to Arizona on Wednesday but she went into labor a little early. So I didn't sleep, smoked lots of pot, didn't sleep, worked on my project, drove Nick to the airport at 4 in the morning, and class at 8:30 for my critique. Good thing I went first, after that I fell asleep during another project and whacked my forehead on the desk. Lewisssss flicked the light on and assssssked if there was a concussion over there. He's my gay german fibers teacher. and he hisses his esses.
Last week I walked in the classsoom and caught him popping one of my balloons. He just looked at me with the ballloon under one arm and said "I jussst couldn't help mysssself."
Anyway. I also got a job as a food runner at Jones on 7th and Chestnut. The restaurant looks like the livingroom from the Brady Bunch set with a fireplace and everything. We serve food like that too, like chicken and waffles, mac and cheese and Thanksgiving dinner. Good stuff just very fucking hot.
The blisters on my hands from my first week are still healing. And working so close to the line without being on it is also rather interesting. Borderline, ok completely annihilate the line, sexual harassment, but I'm surviving. Chef's mean but whaddayagonnado?
So I'm out of the city for the night and I am partying like a fat kid so hard. Everyone here is doing well. I got my mom to say "bong hits for Jesus," The dog ate an entire bag of Halloween candy and barfed 100 Grand and Tootsie roll wrappers on the livingroom floor in the middle of Ugly Betty.
Kim and I talked via the webcam and everything looks like its going to be okay.
Also on Monday my teacher and I had a conference in the hallway about my artwork. He asked me what was wrong with anything. Everything I had a breakdown about spilled out, started crying and then, and then my phone vibrated and the picture of the baby came in on my phone and I started weeping. I asked him how he was doing with his wife having died 2 weeks before of stage four lung cancer. I asked to tell me how they met which was a really good one, racy too, she sounded like a wild woman. That was the day I cried in front of my whole class of Basic Design freshman girls.
none the less everything's going to be okay.
4 o'clock in the morning and I'm outside dustpanning summer past bbq ashes from the grill into paper balloons. Anyway I got to school and hung them in a tree in the park across the street. When my class got outside to critique my piece the motorcade of police cars on their way to the church on Logan circle to go to the funeral of the police officer that got killed last week. It was a little unsettling but everyone liked my piece and my teacher threw me a "well done."
I thought the city sounded a little quieter on Wednesday but people I did hear talking were talking about the weekly paper with the "State of Emergency" printed on it. Inside there was an article about Philly surpassing Detroit to the number one spot for murder capital of America. I think the average was something like 344 murders this year.
So anyway, my car happened to fall back into my lap this week so I ditched life drawing today to go to FunHouse shop for some antiques and then steal away back to the beach.
On monday I became an aunt. My brother's girlfriend had the baby. Steven Alexander Martinez 8lbs 2 oz. 20 inches long. Rosy cheeks, healthy, and quite the little bruiser. She was due the 9th and Nick was to fly out to Arizona on Wednesday but she went into labor a little early. So I didn't sleep, smoked lots of pot, didn't sleep, worked on my project, drove Nick to the airport at 4 in the morning, and class at 8:30 for my critique. Good thing I went first, after that I fell asleep during another project and whacked my forehead on the desk. Lewisssss flicked the light on and assssssked if there was a concussion over there. He's my gay german fibers teacher. and he hisses his esses.
Last week I walked in the classsoom and caught him popping one of my balloons. He just looked at me with the ballloon under one arm and said "I jussst couldn't help mysssself."
Anyway. I also got a job as a food runner at Jones on 7th and Chestnut. The restaurant looks like the livingroom from the Brady Bunch set with a fireplace and everything. We serve food like that too, like chicken and waffles, mac and cheese and Thanksgiving dinner. Good stuff just very fucking hot.
The blisters on my hands from my first week are still healing. And working so close to the line without being on it is also rather interesting. Borderline, ok completely annihilate the line, sexual harassment, but I'm surviving. Chef's mean but whaddayagonnado?
So I'm out of the city for the night and I am partying like a fat kid so hard. Everyone here is doing well. I got my mom to say "bong hits for Jesus," The dog ate an entire bag of Halloween candy and barfed 100 Grand and Tootsie roll wrappers on the livingroom floor in the middle of Ugly Betty.
Kim and I talked via the webcam and everything looks like its going to be okay.
Also on Monday my teacher and I had a conference in the hallway about my artwork. He asked me what was wrong with anything. Everything I had a breakdown about spilled out, started crying and then, and then my phone vibrated and the picture of the baby came in on my phone and I started weeping. I asked him how he was doing with his wife having died 2 weeks before of stage four lung cancer. I asked to tell me how they met which was a really good one, racy too, she sounded like a wild woman. That was the day I cried in front of my whole class of Basic Design freshman girls.
none the less everything's going to be okay.