a lot happened today, but i just discovered i don't want to talk about any of it

so here you go instead (it's hilarious):

http://www.clv-comic.com/view.php?pic=122

And this one:

http://www.clv-comic.com/view.php?pic=142

And maybe this one too:

http://www.clv-comic.com/view.php?pic=235

not as good as in ice-cream cone, but better than a sharp stick in the eye

I found that quote while surfing around yesterday, and I totally loved it. In case nobody noticed, I thought I would point out that it's now the new subtitle-thing of my blog. For good, as far as I know.

Philosophy can die. And you know what? Theology can die too. And you know what else? Papers. Papers can die. And research. Research can totally die.

What? Did I use up my fifteen seconds of ranting time already? Are you sure I can't have more? Really? That's all I'm alloted? That sucks.

I'm really really excited about this weaving project I have in mind, so I hope that I can make it really darn good. It's always totally sad when you have something really strongly in mind and then it comes out... bad. I think that's why I enjoy little fiddly-projects best. Because you just take whatever materials are on hand, do whatever comes randomly into your head, switch it around, let the materials sort of dictate what you try to accomplish, and viola! Something you don't hate. Yes, it's an encouraging process. I think, though, that this is a sign of my immaturity as an artist and as a human being. And that is sad. = (

Wish me luck, ladies and gents, as I embark on the next 16 days. I have three major weaving projects (four if you count the one I'm determined to do just for fun), two major color & design projects, a major theology paper (at least 7 pages long, and researched), two philosophy tests (besides the final of course), and the English 108 comprehensive exam to study for. Plus all the usual reading and glosses. Yeah. I'd say that's enough to keep anyone busy. But I'm rested, so here we go.

"if we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life

it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence."
- George Eliot

So, I got the Unaugmented Tongue paper back, finally, for the really really last time ever, and it's good news. And I'll get my favorite poem project back on Wednesday, and the analysis of Scholarship paper back on Friday. So hopefully those will be good too.

T. S. Eliot was one freaking scary man. Scary-looking, that is. For some reason, perhaps penance for not liking all his famous and supposedly great poetry, I'm doing my "Fame and Garbage" project on him. The fame part is T. S. Eliot. The garbage part is the requirements we're given for making the image. Supposedly it's to get us used to working with an unreasonable tyrant of a client. Whatever. We could have been given a lot worse requirements. In fact, we have been given a lot worse requirements; it was just our professors being tyrannical clients.

It sort of feels like I haven't left college, except that I feel more rested and am looking forward to the end of the semester. I may not like being back here doing homework again, but at least I feel like I have energy to make it to the end of the semester. Only two more weeks of class, and then finals, and then J-term! Creative Writing! Woohoo!

Well, I'm off to work on T. S. Eliot's scary face. Wish me luck.

people who believe in absurdities will eventually commit atrocities

- Voltaire

Free your normal side from the prison of absurdity in which it now dwells. I just realized: I haven't seen my dad's side of the family in a while. Maybe I should make an effort to act normal while I'm at Grandma & Grandpa's house. But that would mean no motions, no "glee!", no D&D or pop culture references. Not even any nerdy subculture references. Even art major references would be out of the question, and no Baloney Sauce-ing of artistic meanings from the remains of a meal. That's sort of sad, but I must have a normal side somewhere, deep inside... right? Breathe deeply, calm your mind, and feel the normalcy being freed from its shackles. Let it flow over you like silver rain....

I'm so totally excited. Yes, I'm fully aware that sounds like a valley girl, and no I don't particularly care. Today, Monday, is a Friday. It's the last day of classes for me. A 1-day week. I mean heck, who wouldn't be excited?

I'm off to pack, and other fun stuff like that. And maybe some just plain frolicking is in order.

twelve hours of sleep? yes please i would

And that makes me totally happy. I have done nothing really worthwhile this morning, but that in itself makes me happy. Oh, I'll motivate myself eventually. Just not right now. I like the peace of not thinking about responsibilities.

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Not a knife throw from here you can hear the night train passing
That's the sound somebody makes when they're getting away
Leaving next week's hanging jury far behind them
Prisoner only of the choices they've made

Night train

Ice cube in a dark drink shines like starlight
The moon is floating somewhere out at sea
On an island in the blur of noise and color
Alcatraz, St. Helena, Patmos and the Chateau D'If

Anyone can die here they do it every day
It doesn't take much effort tho it goes against the grain
And the ultimate forgetfulness of violence
Sweeps the landscape like a headlight of a train

Night train

Ice cube in a dark drink shines like star light
Starlight shines like glass shards in dark hair
And the mind's eye tumbles out along the steel track
Fixing every shadow with its stare

i forgot to mention

that yesterday was the birthday of China Achebe.

I found images again, finally. So hopefully that's good. I need to translate them now, or filter them, or whatever. And maybe something good will come. And by images (I just realized I should probably clarify, since I work with two kinds of images) I mean the poetry kind.

I slept through chapel again today, but that's OK, because I went to alternate chapel tonight. And I needed more sleep. I think I'm getting stressed out again, which makes me sad. = ( Maybe I need to set aside some cry time or something. Except that I don't really feel like crying quite yet. I've just got the whole tunnel-vision really-tired-not-quite-attached-to-myself feeling.

Tonight may be one of those 3 a.m. things. I have a gloss to write about a play I don't really remember, and a bunch of painting to do. And that's just the stuff that's due tomorrow. I'm not even finding time to work ahead. Sigh. There goes the whole "no homework over Thanksgiving" plan.

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Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly,
while the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide, till the storm of life is past,
safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none; hangs my helpless soul on thee.
Leave, ah, leave me not alone, still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed, all my help from thee I bring.
Cover my defenseless head with the shadow of thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want, more than all in thee I find -
raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness.
False and full of sin I am; thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with thee is found, grace to cover all my sin.
Let the healing streams abound, make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art, freely let me take of thee.
Spring thou up within my heart, rise to all eternity.

sleep can wait until thanksgiving

Or that's what I keep telling myself. Tons to do yet tonight, stuff that's due tomorrow, but I at least finished with the whole learning-of-the-layout-ropes thing. If, that is, I can remember it all. But I think I can. It's mostly common sense stuff, and the stuff that isn't common sense is written down and tacked to the wall behind the computer.

I ran out of yellow paint today. The bookstore, unfortunately, has been completely robbed of any acrylic paint, so I had to drive to Camp Hill in the rain and cold just to get yellow paint. Yick.

...and long live the hyperness.

Also props to Liz for getting accepted to the Minnemingo! ...now I'll actually have to buy one. = D

"...I never live with balance
I always wake up nervous
Light comes at me sideways
I hold my breath forever

I never live with balance
Though I've always liked the notion
I feel that endless hunger
For energy and motion..."