Monday, November 28, 2005
So you know I'm not dead, for now anyway.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Oh, and the Mac? is here and very beauteous.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
My dilemma- I have a paper that works for both of them! But I think it would be cheesy and possibly even tacky to submit the same paper (done two different ways, of course) to different conferences. I think I'd rather just send the Boston one and hope and pray. Maybe? I dunno. Again, the suggestion box is open, people.
Help!, she whines.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Also, my boss has been looking at info on thyroid cancer, since she's got it. And it's making her a little crazy too. Because really, all you have to read is one off stastic, and you're completely freaked out. She's so scared, and I don't really blame her. But we try to joke about it, and make light of the situation. We figure that when she can put "Cancer Survivor" behind her name, her work will sell like hotcakes. Specially since she's only 29. She's a cool boss, she gives me lots of room to just work on my own and stuff. Very nice, much better than the last assignment I had, jeeee-sus! AWFUL students, scatterbrained profs, and I had to do all the final grades myself. F that!
Friday, November 18, 2005
In December or January, I want to go with Andrew, aka sheepshank to see Raymond Pettibon's drawings at the whitney. And I want to go to the Met with my mom and sister to see their giant frickin tree and creche. Ginormous and intense.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
And if anyone knows anything about setting up a business, like for tax purposes, let me know? Kev-dog wants to set up No Problem records, officially. And maybe Uncle Sam will cough up some dough for our new, beautiful, 20-inch Imac with 1.5 G of RAM and a whopping 250G hard drive (and that's without any upgrades!) When did I turn into such a geek??
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
I will not have my students hate me as I do mein Maester. grumble grumble
Monday, November 14, 2005
I've looked over the notes, and there are a record 6 pages without writing on them. Wow. And a lot of the writing of his is not major, dude, you have to address this, this and this. It's crossing out my words and putting in rather similar ones. Argh. I'll say it again, I will never impress him. Nevah!!
I just have to brush up on my feminist literature, no big. And throw in some other artists, no problem. I can't wait to be done! Cause when I'm done, I'm getting a massage. And maybe a facial too. I'm developing a hump in my neck from craning to read/write/edit/catalog/do all the things art historians do. I've noticed that almost all of use wear glasses or contacts. Could it be because we sit in the dark looking at slides and trying to take comprehensible notes?? Maybe?
Oh, and go Birds!
Sunday, November 13, 2005
So this meeting with my advisor on Friday, yeah, it was 45 minutes long. Good
Christ!! And he pretty much just read me his comments. Dude, I can read!! There
was this one passage, I loved it, where I reacted to an
oft-quoted statement on Lisa's work (the artist that I'm
writing about. Since I've spent a year on this project, I 've
decided that I can call her by her first name). The critic
said that he felt like a rock fan "parsing nuances on a guitar
strum." After I looked up what parsing meant (sorta like examining)I took issue with it. Because, well, that is completely dumb to me, there's nothing
subtle about her work, at all. So I likened her technique, in
the conclusion of chapter one, to a riff. And I began a
sentence with the phrase, "Like the opening chords to Smoke on
the Water...yadayada art speak pretensious...." And he didn't
know what I was talking about. HE doesn't know this song!!
He's in his late forties, I think, maybe early fifties. GOD!
Even if you don't know what it's called, you know that riff.
He said that I can't assume my audience is as hip as I am.
Uh, dude, the song, it's about 30 years old!! I give up, I will never impress him. Sigh
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Tomorrow I have a meeting with my advisor. He's read my thesis and wants to discuss. Jee-sus. I hope it's not bad. I feel like the last chapter is bad, personally. My dream reaction would be for him to say, hey, that last chapter, cut it. Expand this, this and this, and call it a day. I am so on whatever he says though. I just hope the criticism isn't too biting! Cause crying in front of your advisor is not something you should do. Twice.
Oh, and I'd like to send out a big FUCK YOU to PGW. There is no gas in our house. The stove was broken, so my parents bought a new one. Well, it wasn't the actual stove, we have a gas problem. So the gas co. came out yesterday, turned it off and now... brr! It's cold in here, and there's not hot water. I am going to look so sexy tomorrow without showering! Maybe I'll become a hippy....
Monday, November 07, 2005
I feel really guilty. The guard even checked my stuff, and he didn't catch it either! It wasn't intentional, honestly! I feel like I should go back, but I had to wash the socks, I need them for tomorrow. They're gonna think I'm crazy. My mom said to give the money to charity. Don't need a lecture, but what do you think I should do??
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Friday, November 04, 2005
I got mine. I am now sick too. Only me of the retarded sinuses, my cold turned immediately to a sinus infection. Right now, the stabbing facial pains are gone, but I am congested and generally under-water feeling. And my breathing sounds like Darth Vader.
All because I made fun of him. I mean, yeah, guys are usually pussies when it comes to being sick. And I always get a cold around this time of year. But I am not going to make any more fun of my wonderful husband. Well, at least not about being sick. Even though he wasn't sick, he just had the sniffles. I, on the other hand, was sick sick.