I haven't seen many old pictures of my mom, but those that I have seen, of her as a freshman cheer-leader in high school in the 60s when she and my dad met, look just like this top picture
. I'm hoping that she actually has some pictures of herself in high school so I can check my perception. I am pretty sure my dad has pictures, but I wouldn't be so cruel as to ask him to go back through old photographs of he and his ex-wife's courtship days.
In related news, divorce sucks
. D-, Would not go again.
I think I'm going to take myself on a date to this art instillation
this Tuesday to distract myself from OMG NEED MOAR PEOPLE SCHOOL NAOW PLZ. I don't know if I'll draw or write on that big long sheet of paper, honestly, and am trying not to make my decision (of which to do) mean
anything - though of course I'm afraid it does. This brings to mind a story Sir Kent told me about his best friend in art school. It seems that for most projects that they had to do, and this one big one (maybe a final project?) specifically, his friend's projects involved more writing than actual visual art. Sir Kent's friend is an author now, and has been a talented writer for as long as I've known him. Gives me a little hope, this story: maybe the genesis of all I'm meant to be is already inside me, no matter what I pursue out here in the world.
...of course if that's true? I'm meant to be a hell of a lot of things.
In related news, Jeopardy!
time:Answer: Final Cut Pro 6: Visual QuickPro Guide, Little Digital Video Book, The (2nd Edition), Creating Motion Graphics with After Effects: Essential and Advanced Techniques, 4th Edition
</ul>Question: What books are required for just ONE of my classes at CU this semester?
I have been hanging around in a jewelery store on Larimer lately and man - wow, that is SOME PLACE. Possibly the most awesomely random yet comfortable place I have ever had the pleasure of being welcome in. Just as a side note: they get characters
, I tell you, and NO LIE. I have stories that would make you laugh in surprise and I'm only there for a little while once a week or so! Today I saw a crest-pin being made for a man who's going back to the homeland because he's inherited the leadership of a clan. This man has a heavy cane but not for locomotion, oh no: it's in case of skulduggery on the byways of our fair city! He's also been a mercenary and he has been known to wear spats around town
. Unironically. Now, I didn't get to meet him in person but today I did chat up an older lawyer who wanted Jamie to make him a necklace of sharks' teeth which the lawyer, himself, had collected on his most recent diving trip to Tahiti last week.
If ever I do turn out to desire a career in writing believe me: it's only going to take me about two more months hanging out at the jewelery store and I will have material for yeeeears. And this isn't including the hijinks of the actual employees of the place nor the tale of what exactly I did to now be welcome to
play around with shiny lovely pretties
hang out in a jewelery store!
...you know, it's really only when I sit down, usually confused over some stupid relationship issue, to write about how nothing really is going on in my life that I realize how awesome an adventure my life is.