components of four
four days in a row my cat has started crying for breakfast at 6:30 am. it's so cute it makes me want to throw him out the window.
my car lost NPR this morning, and it made me very sad.
i thought it would be a quick drawing class last night, since i had gotten so far over the weekend, but the instructor mumbled something to me about my drawing being already perfect but that meant i should strive for excellence somethingsomething. damned comment kept me there for three hours pondering what stroke of charcoal was the Stroke O' Excellence. but, my picture did magically get better during class. i like charcoal because constantly fiddling with it actually produces better results rather than making a Big Mess.
watched 'sunrise: a song of two humans', a silent film directed by franz murnau. i was entirely entertained. i laughed where i was supposed to laugh, was disturbed by the fierceness of the male lead, wondered if they could actually get a pig drunk on screen in 1927, was heartbroken at the end, and was fascinated with the fashion. i want to watch more silent films! (although janet gaynor was creepily small, and i had a dream about meeting a woman so big i came up to the bottom of her breasts.)
my car lost NPR this morning, and it made me very sad.
i thought it would be a quick drawing class last night, since i had gotten so far over the weekend, but the instructor mumbled something to me about my drawing being already perfect but that meant i should strive for excellence somethingsomething. damned comment kept me there for three hours pondering what stroke of charcoal was the Stroke O' Excellence. but, my picture did magically get better during class. i like charcoal because constantly fiddling with it actually produces better results rather than making a Big Mess.
watched 'sunrise: a song of two humans', a silent film directed by franz murnau. i was entirely entertained. i laughed where i was supposed to laugh, was disturbed by the fierceness of the male lead, wondered if they could actually get a pig drunk on screen in 1927, was heartbroken at the end, and was fascinated with the fashion. i want to watch more silent films! (although janet gaynor was creepily small, and i had a dream about meeting a woman so big i came up to the bottom of her breasts.)