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Thursday, October 13, 2011

richard vs. belle

a couple weeks ago i was with mark & caitlin & megan and some of their friends, and one of them had this sort of publication that west chester university puts out every now and then. some of tug's prints were in there. tug who won the senior show in 2008. caitlin saw me looking and said "yea tug was all tripped out on adderall doing those." i had some unpleasant feelings from hearing her say that. WHAT? that's like only some people getting to use steroids in the olympics. would i have won the senior show in 2009 if i'd been all tripped out on adderall? ...not that i didn't already notice some rules that the winner of the senior show had broken, like the rule that you're not supposed to use work you've done from the previous year. she had a shitload of work up from the previous year.

the more i thought about it, there were more and more signs and hints that the printmaking professor, belle, just rigs the show and basically decides who wins it. whatever students are her dedicated ass-kissing teacher-worshipping shining stars of little pupils, reap the benefits. tug was the one in 2008, because of his prints. becca was the one in 2009, because of her prints. has anyone ever won the show because of their sculptures? my sculptures were my main attraction, not my prints. ....maybe the professors think of the senior show more like a competition between themselves. the students just represent them. and belle is just the most competitive asshole. and that's why she tends to be so controlling and posessive of the work her students do. in her eyes it's her work too. that's why i've had arguments with her whereas i never had any arguments with any of my other professors. i remember my sculpting professor richard was the man. he would choose his battles. of course he would have tips and suggestions and guidance now and then but he let me make the ultimate decisions. if i ever didn't do something the way he wanted me to he didn't react as severely as belle, which made me respect him more and therefore want to listen to him more. ....or maybe it was his personality really. he could be playful. he could poke fun at me. we could do it to each other, because we knew it didn't matter because we both knew we liked each other. belle, on the other hand, was very careful not to step on any toes or say anything that might have a slight chance of offending someone to their face, so that she could hold it all in and wait until they were gone and ream their asses behind their backs. or maybe it was the way that....she just had a way of making it seem like she was asking a question or asking for your opinion about something and it was really her way of subtlely, subliminally, desguisedly, or whatever the word would be, telling you her opinion or judgement of something. ...and people are supposed to pick up on that or something. richard, on the other hand.... if he didn't like something he would just come right out and say it. "sounds awful," he said to my goblin idea. "were you getting tired of this dog sculpture series?" i said "was it going to be a series?" and then i forget exactly what he said but he made it clear that, yes, he thought it was a better idea for me to do a series. and then later he was trying to tell me to stay away from symmetry in my sculptures because it makes them less interesting to look at. "but this is just how dogs look when they're in that mood," i said, and he said "ok, i'm hitting a brick wall with you, so i'm not going to try anymore." then i thought about it a little longer and decided that, yes, i should try to make it look less symmetrical. and i did. and he liked it.

i guess it was just the way he had the attitude like "i'll give suggestions and whatnot but ultimately it's up to the student, which suggestions they want to follow. if they don't trust that i know what's best, i'll just let them dig their own graves in the senior show." whereas belle, if you ever didn't do what she said, tried to outwardly maintain her composure and act like she didn't care but on the inside she was livid. she would just let it come out now and then in little outbursts of disparaging comments. "how did you transfer your image to your linoleum?" she asked. "in beginning printmaking you taught us how to use transfer paper," i said. "oh, i taught you something?!" she said with an exasperated tone of voice and facial expression, making a jab at me for being rebellious in general (instead of pointing out a single specific thing that i should have done differently, and taking the attitude that if i listened i listened and if i didn't i didn't).


Thursday, October 6, 2011

wallace

"[Ian] Wallace explains it like this: When someone pops up in your sex dream, it doesn’t necessarily imply you want to be intimate with this person. Instead, he or she probably possesses some admirable personality trait (such as leadership skills, kindness, or a flair for fashion) that you recognize in yourself but haven’t yet fully developed. 'Showing off your talents and traits requires that you open up and become vulnerable and exposed,' says Wallace — just like sex (which is why your snoozing psyche converts it into this extremely intimate act)."

Ian Wallace = dream psychologist & author

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Hogwarts

from sept 24


today is the 20th birthday of the album "nevermind."


supposedly before the 1960's men with long hair weren't allowed into disneyland.




oct 1

last night i had a dream that i was at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. i was in a class. i forget exactly what the class was but i remember the professor could make plants grow just by pointing her wand at them. the only thing i could seem to do with my wand was drawing. i remember several people in the class had rats or ferrets sitting on their shoulders. several of them jumped down and started chasing each other around the room and then i had to get them to stop and separate them.

two nights ago i had a dream that i had tattooed my face and then regretted it right afterwards. i did something on my forehead and something on my cheek. i was so happy to wake up.

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one thing i learned from college is that there's a difference between a real friend and a friendly aquaintance who frequently makes you laugh.

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it often occurs to me how remarkable it is that my friend tug seems to be financially independent and living on his own. he has a brain like mine and he's the same age as me. that is, it's remarkable until i'm reminded of the fact that he has a settlement from being hit by a car when he was a teenager. according to what i've heard, he still gets like $800 a month because of that. oftentimes i am jealous of him. oftentimes i wish i were hit by a car when i was a teenager. i especially have that wish at those moments when i especially wish i could afford to move out of my parents' house.

but then i try to remind myself how good i have it, and remind myself that the grass is always greener on the other side, and there's always someone to be jealous of for one reason or another, no matter who you are or what you have or don't have.

grandmother (nana's mother-in-law) sent me three birthday cards this year, two of which had money in them. i didn't know whether she was doing it on purpose to try and tell me that i was taking too long with my thank-you note, whether she really did want to send me that many cards (which i considered less likely), or whether it was just that she's getting so old and she's not so with it anymore. i got forty dollars altogether from her. in my thank-you note i sent to her i gave her back one of the twenty-dollar bills. then, a few weeks ago, when mom dropped off peter at nana & pop-pop's house to spend the weekend there, grandmother gave it to my mom to give back to me. mom said she seemed offended or something that i had sent it back. gram told mom to tell me "i meant to send her two cards. i wanted to. i know when her birthday is! april twenty-- i mean may twenty--." "june," interjected nana. "june twenty-first," finished gram. mom finished this story by telling me that she thinks gram is embarrassed about what her age is doing to her memory, and it only puts salt in the wound for me to do something like send one of the twenty-dollar bills back to her, and not to do it again. ok then. i guess i won't. i was just under the impression that she had a finite amount of money to spend and put in birthday cards.