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it's been raining as if the sky were rehydrating a hungover earth. an angry downpour was my excuse for missing two buses on my way to work today. after the second bus drove past i said fuck it and went to community bakery to buy myself a fresh mozzarella panini and a bowl of vegetable soup. i was an hour late.
holopaw has been playing on my ipod all morning. surely i'm in love with this music.
my boss caught the monday plague and is out sick. i get to sit in this little office while my mind bombards me with ways to use my time more productively.
two projects to be completed wait for me in the pottery studio. ideas for an eight piece ceramic table setting float around waiting for me to sketch them down. i'd rather watch the rain.
the hot springs film festival was fantasimic. i saw a few people from my internship this summer. the series of short documentaries were really inspiring. the control room was wonderful. perhaps the finest documentary my amature eyes have seen. at the end of friday night there was rocky horror. small town crowds of teenagers lined up outside of the malco theatre waiting to enter. a few elvises here and there, drag, much eyeliner. i waited alone to save seats for cult film companions. the ushers handed out props as everyone entered the theatres. the little brown paper bags came complete with rice, newspaper, confetti, water pistols, noisemakers, rubber gloves, toilette paper and little flashlights. it was loud in the theatre. there was much talking of assholes and sluts. my evening needed nothing more.
holopaw has been playing on my ipod all morning. surely i'm in love with this music.
my boss caught the monday plague and is out sick. i get to sit in this little office while my mind bombards me with ways to use my time more productively.
two projects to be completed wait for me in the pottery studio. ideas for an eight piece ceramic table setting float around waiting for me to sketch them down. i'd rather watch the rain.
the hot springs film festival was fantasimic. i saw a few people from my internship this summer. the series of short documentaries were really inspiring. the control room was wonderful. perhaps the finest documentary my amature eyes have seen. at the end of friday night there was rocky horror. small town crowds of teenagers lined up outside of the malco theatre waiting to enter. a few elvises here and there, drag, much eyeliner. i waited alone to save seats for cult film companions. the ushers handed out props as everyone entered the theatres. the little brown paper bags came complete with rice, newspaper, confetti, water pistols, noisemakers, rubber gloves, toilette paper and little flashlights. it was loud in the theatre. there was much talking of assholes and sluts. my evening needed nothing more.