The girl is quite interested in moths right now.
show details Jun 25 (1 day ago)
| …still, sucks. I’m gonna try again in August.
Good Morning –
My name is Faith and I am signed up for the Letterpress 1 class today. Due to ridiculous family situations – deep breath –
I am interested in possibly applying my tuition to another of Mr. (—)’s workshops or perhaps working out something so that the cost of the workshop does not have to get fully written off as a loss.
However, I guess I will blog this instead.
Not sure what else to say about it, other than:
Could you all please do me a favor and feel hopeful for me that ONE DAY I will know how to make books.
I would really appreciate a moment of hopefulness in that regard. Thanks so much.
Thank you for you time and again, my apologies.
Faith Rachel Rhyne
Here are some things I did INSTEAD of Letterpress. Practiced re-learning Arabic a little
read a bit re: Postmodernism and de-constructivists and semiotics.
than I did in my early twenties,
when I first tried to figure out
I have come to the conclusion that I am a paradigm unto myself. We all are.
:26 PM (22 hours ago)
I find a lot of things worthy of remark, don’t. I don’t need to go and on about it – though I sometimes do…
Good New Yorker this week, Anthony Lane does a factual and yet wry piece on the Eurovision Song Contest (these are the Moldovan competitors.) Very much like American Idol, but was actually started in 1956, by Switzerland, as a way to foster European unity in the lingering wake of WWII. Individuals do not compete, as In American Idol. Rather, countries are represented by their chosen vocalists and are backed up by some extremely European dancers. The fashion is fairly interesting. Songs, a bit odd. Accented English or some indecipherable Nordic dialect. Apparently it draws far more watchers than the SuperBowl…Americans are so myopic. Me, too.
More on that later.
…the kids are happy to go, they have gone, they will have fun, they will be Mightily Glad to see me when they get home. In the meantime, having had to cancel my Letterpress workshop – which is a bummer, but I don’t mourn things non-negotiable. And I need to be available for the kids this weekend. Even though they are out of town. Especially because they are out of town, in a place that holds with drinking and gambling, no less.
(Current: Yesterday was ALRIGHT, not fabulous – but I am nearing the end of my on-going battle with the stuff and hygiene of this home. I feel like I might be able to almost see an end in sight. In the meantime, I am finding all kinds of great art supplies I had forgotten I even had.
The garden has been a good thing to have around these past couple of days, lackluster as it is this year. In large part, the delight in this season’s garden is in my noting that, “Wow, it is doing it on it’s own now.” Annuals re-seed, perennials return and the trees: well, they are suddenly taller than I could ever imagine them being. Berries are borne on canes with thorns and hang from branches that bend with their weight. The stalks of squash are firm and hollow and sound like a low marimba note when my hand brushes against them, pulling grass. Always pulling grass.
I like weeding. If not for weeds, we wouldn’t spend near as much time looking closely at the plants that make up our landscapes created, our gardens.
7:41 AM (4 hours ago)
Oh, sheesh. Morning of few clouds has turned to fog with the sunrise. It will be another warm day.
I brought the old air conditioner from the Charleston garage down from the attic. Put it in the living room…which has begun to smell too warm and sour with scents of living with children.
Sweat and crumbs, drops of milk and mucus and sticky hands smearing invisible smears where arms are to rest.
I am deep cleaning today. The children are out of town until tomorrow morning. I have a lot to do.
It’s ridiculous really – the things I am asking of myself today…
Finish bad corner solution in kitchen
Back up blog and archive emails (not happenin’)
Transfer photos of clouds and fireflies (check)
Comment on usefulness or lack there of re: spending a cumulative – over the past week –
(Thinking now of Baldessari’s mid-air square of balls but at the time I was totally entranced with the fireflies. They teased me it seemed, responding to clicking of the camera and the bright light of the porch by flying close and hovering, their abdomens lit dull and stubborn. I
Finish washing the front porch siding.
Go to pet supply store. Clean Rosie’s cage. Get mat of off Pony’s left hindquarter.
Prune hedges or at least cut back branches that are scraping the house.
Trim errant new growth from maples up front.
Finish planting the flowers we got on Wednesday.
Get houseplant for kitchen or move old houseplant to kitchen.
CLEAN COUCH AND RUgs
Wash the dog. Maybe.
Hang shelves, maybe.
Though I know I will because it is a wonderful feeling to come home to a clean room.
(When I had been in Charter for a month or so, I was granted a therapeutic visit home for the day with my parents. My mom had cleaned my room cleaner than it had ever been and the books and pizza (really!) I had left (the pizza was left on a plate on the floor, on the right side of the bed…) and tapes and notebooks were put away and
(I didn’t even really hang out with my family on that therapeutic visit. I just stayed in my clean room, happy to be alone in an orderly place that was mine.)
how easily the natural thread clouds
would lend themselves to
the shapes of bones…that’s right, go ahead.)
Phone camera left in photo intentionally.
I need to start using white thread for clouds. I have some light gauge metallics that might be night for silver linings or some such crap.
Moths and ants and fireflies….
everywhere this year. The Insect Societies.