Art Infiltrations

Today I watched a great movie, Great Expectations.
After watching it I HAD to draw.
The problem is that most of my paints and drawing stuff
is stored at the art room for easy access.
So I dug out my crayons and a sketch book and draw away.

I took some pictures of the art infiltration my room has been experiencing.
I like it.
I feel inspired whenever I turn my head.

The pictures below are a sort of "eye spy" game. Can you find the art work?

One unfinished, one new and one a few years old...

Three paintings and a sculpture from last fall.

Two paintings from last fall, four new drawings from today
(or yesterday afternoon if you want to be picky with the time / date thing).

Another discovers the beauty underneath…

Yesterday my friend and I went with a girl on my floor to the Hair Cuttery. She HAD really long wonderful red curly hair, but she was tired of being defined as the girl with the hair. She donated about 15 inches to Locks of Love. Her hair is adorable now, though I showed a picture of her hair to someone last night who has not seen her yet and her response was “What did you do?!” Umm…. I held her hand? Not sure how to respond to that. Either way, it is done and I think the darling will be happier with out the extra pounds of hair. (She has REALLY thick hair.)

They thought it was funny.

Someone thought it would be funny to pull the fire alarm at 1 AM this morning.

IT WAS NOT FUNNY!

Modern Conveniences + more.

I was sitting here in the library mostly working on my paper when I noticed in the minimized browser window that I had a new email waiting to be read. My thought process then carried me to the noticing of times in which emails were being sent and how in this age a person’s habits can be observed in how they conduct there correspondence. I for example, often write these blogs very late at night or during times when I should be writing a paper. My father often sends me emails long before I have even thought of waking up. One of my sisters often emails me in the afternoon. This is brought more closely to my attention because of my forced reading of Jane Austen’s novels and her perpetual mentioning of the post. Before email a person could write a letter at any time of the day and put it I the mail and the receiver would only be able to observe what the writer desired them to know from their writing. Of course the post marking date tells some information, but not of a person’s daily habits. I understand that this likely an irrelevant topic, but it is interesting nonetheless. It just reminds me of how much personal information we unknowingly give away publicly because of these modern conveniences.

On a side note, I just finished reading Darkness at Noon by Arthur Koestler about the public trials of the high-ranking soviet officials in the late 1930’s. The book dragged on a bit when reading it, but as I have been going back through it in my efforts to describe how the Soviet Communists were able to convince these officials to willing participate in the trials I have found the book to be much more interesting. Quite often, the men were not guilty and knew that no matter what did, they would be shot afterwards, but it was interesting to see how through torture or other means they were able to put puppet strings on these men and get them to do as they wanted.

I owe you . . .

. . . an update.

I had a nice relaxing weekend. Last Thursday night I misplaced my cell phone (which is what I use for an alarm clock) and since I did not have anything happening in the morning decided to sleep in. It was wonderful. I found my cell phone in my friend’s car, so do not worry, it is not lost. That set the tone for the weekend and I managed to get a fair amount of sleep the rest of the weekend. Last night I was up late, but that was for a good reason, so I do not mind. I took a nap today and feel back on top of things.

I have realized that I vent a lot of my stress here and in forget to post the fun things that I do.

This past Friday, two of my friends and I went to the Hair Cuttery to get one of my friend’s hair chopped off like mine. She has been raving about my hair since my latest cut and decided to just cut it. I captured the moment of her long blonde tresses as they were snipped off. It was a fun adventure.

Now I get to begin my opinion paper on Euthanasia for my Values and Virtues class. After discussing the death penalty, abortion and now this - I’m pretty much tired of discussing anything that I would put under the umbrella involving the sanctity of life. I think these issues are all important, but I know where I stand and the class discussions have been really . . . stupid. I think if I did not have a staff meeting right after this particular class you all would be hearing more rants about it. I really like the premises of the class, but the teacher is just killing it for me.

Oh, this week should have some fun stuff. I am helping out at a Valentine’s fundraiser tomorrow morning and then Wednesday afternoon I have my floor's Valentine's Dinner which I am really looking forward to. I do love the girls on my floor. They feed me cookies and frosting last night on my rounds. Mmmm . . .

Not having fun....

I am an ice cube...
I just want to be warm...
I wore long-johns all day two days in a row!
Maybe I wont look for grad schools in the area...
Please note that the windchill factor is actually warmer today than it has been....
My father wrote me:
"You get the award from being the coldest spot on my weather site,
and the next couple of days sound - cold! Enjoy them while they last."
Thanks, Dad...
Ahhh!!!!!!!

Mini Rant

I am tired of being cold and having random unproductive snow showers. By unproductive I mean that it is never enough to do anything but give us a light dusting.

I have pictures of my trip to Iowa last weekend, but I also have to write a paper...

I cut my hair last weekend also.... will not be posting pictures of that.

Can you tell I am tired of being tired? And it’s only week four into the semester! I cannot wait until there are fewer weeks ahead of me than behind me.