Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Maybe it's the stress from finals, but I am snorting Zicam congestion relief nasal spray (PS I hate nasal sprays!), drinking orange Triaminic, and breathing as close as possible to my humidifier, which means in bed.
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Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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I went downtown to pick up 27 Dresses from the RedBox near Lexington Market and I suppose that it's just too darn early still to wear the short-shorts because let me tell you, the guys can't keep their comments to themselves with that much of my leg showing. I am really glad that I got a new pair of headphones, because it gave me a reason to ignore them. Not that I don't love guys twice my age making passes at me, or the boost of confidence which counters the miserable feeling of being utterly congested and full of snot that hit me this week. It's just that I don't really know how to respond to come-n's that are not standard. and sometimes include expletives.
I really wish I were all-up-on updating you on my life, but it's the week before the last week of classes, job interview on Tuesday, I'm staying with a friend from MICA's orthodox family in Allentown, PA the night before. I got sick Sunday night, so here's hoping I can shake this thing before the weekend.
Oh! Also, I will be in Baltimore through June 6th for one last little Art History class. Which means I will have a prolonged time in campus housing to go ahead and job hunt from my Baltimore home base. Who knows where I'll end up after then, here's hoping G-d's looking out for me.
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Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
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Saturday, April 26, 2008
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Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
My life is like a romantic comedy. I mean, not with the happily-ever-after part of things. More like the "zanyness ensues" aspect. Or, more specifically, I have seen so many romantic comedies and comedy films with strong romantic elements or romantic dramas with sarcasm and irony that I can find a quote for almost any situation, emotion, or angsty 'blog that lies within my ribcage.
Have you ever become the worst version of yourself. That a pandora's box of all the hateful things, your spite, your arrogance, your condecension has sprung open? Someone upsets you and instead of smiling and walking away... you zing them. "Hello it's Mr Nasty"....Clearly, I should have just ignored the late-night text message. Instead I got in to a passionate, silent argument where self-preservation motivated my own unkind behavior, when all the sender wanted was someone to talk to. I just can't be that someone right now.
One day I will have to make a massive post on all the best Romantic Comedies. Christmas in Connecticut, anyone?
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
If you've ever felt the need to see inane pop songs analyzed and the info contained theirin in the form of visual diagrams (charts, graphs, etc), get thee quickly to Damien Jones' flickr set .
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
I am looking for a place to couchsurf to late on Monday night, the 5th of May, and to leave early from in the morning to get to Blairstown, NJ. I have relatives in eastern PA, south of Allentown, but wasn't able to contact them today. If you or someone you know may be able to help me out, please let me know.
Baruch hashem I finally have a job interview!
Monday, April 21, 2008
Rainbow sunrise reflected in MICA's new Gateway building.
My life is consumed with the paltry task of sending out Cover Letters and Resumes with the vague idea that I want some school to like me so much they want to talk to me, make love to me, and have me for an on-campus interview. I did, however, discover a site today that's called SimplyHired and gets jobs from multiple student affairs (and other?) job site, in a searchable database. Hopefully it can let me decrease the time I spend looking at a bazillion different student affairs job sites and instead I can write great letters and get them off. Two more letters done this morning. Please, I beg of you, shoot me now?
Sunday, April 20, 2008
It's finals and I'm overwhelmed but it did have time to wash sheets and make my bed and here is a gratuitous image post of the wisteria I stole from someones fence with my pocketknife while eating a matzo and cherry blossom ice cream sandwich (it was awesome). I also cleared out the space under my Murphy bed so I could take before and after pictures.
Friday, April 18, 2008
I just got my second terrible critique from my performance garment instructor this semester. This was supposed to be my final critique, my presentation of the pancake manifesto.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Three more applications out the door! I wish I had more of a handle on how many more people are still looking for reslife jobs and how many more there will be, because it feels like there's not a whole lot of new jobs going up at the moment (I'm searching at the Chronicle of Higher Ed and Higher Ed Jobs). Of course, people are also snagging jobs at their colleges which will soon be their alma maters, so for me it looks like taking a summer job is getting to be a better and better solution. Still haven't applied to outward bound baltimore, I suppose I'll get on that and be done in the next hour on that. Maybe there is still a chance I can be a assistant instructor for the summer and maybe even into the fall. I could always apply for Semester At Sea, but I don't know that I want to be on a boat for that long. Even I draw the line someplace.
What did you/do you like about your on-campus college experience?
Anyone who is an artist or works in the traditons of art and design in our contemporary world needs to read this article in ArtForum called "State of the Union" about artists and labor and the evolution thereof. The article is by Gregory Sholette and can be read here..
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
There is a fibers "look" at MICA. First of all, we wear things we make sometimes. We all have a scarf that we wove in our first weaving class. In fact, we wear lots of scarves, draped close to our necks and out of the way of working. We replace buttons and edit clothing bought and found at will with little respect to the person who initially designed or made it.
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
I got my hair cut today at Zena's salon at 1014 N. Charles St. by Sarah Cathcart, who won Best of Baltimore Women's Hair Cut 8 years ago from the Baltimore Citypaper. She was great, very sweet and I showed her a picture I cut out of a short hair mag (narrowed down to by my good friend Alexandra) and she said "I'll be able to get pretty darn close" when I said that it was just a point of inspiration. Also, my Vibram fivefingers distracted the receptionist to the point that that was the FIRST thing I was asked about when I entered the salon.
Monday, April 14, 2008
There's a really interesting Scientific Blogging article on how no matter how wealthy young subjects of the study were (college students aged 18-27), the men and women both attempted to trade "sex" (term undefined but I believe it was broad, meaning any sexual act) for resources. Even those not lacking for resources tended to negotate these "nuptual currencies," and these findings are a preliminary suggestion that just as in hummingbirds, penguins, elk, trade sex for investment or access or protection, humans are hard-wired to do the same. Study was by Daniel Kruger at University of Michigan School of Public Health.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
I have had more sleep-overs this year than I may have had the entirety of my time in high school.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
I've spent two of the past two nights eating rosemary garlic fries and drinking beer at The Brewers Art, a restaurant/gallery/bar in the Mount Vernon neighborhood of B-more city proper.
Friday, April 11, 2008
I dreamt that my mom and sister and I were visiting a house in Chicago that was turn-of-the-century yet got moved in 1951 and had beautiful gardens and somehow stone and stained glass worked into the foundation. Suddenly, the current owner began having a "heart attack," IE he was doing a scenario and testing me, and I remember doing chest compressions and asking if we had an epi pen since he was losing his airway and I needed to delay death which is what you use epinephrine for, and we had epi, so I pretended to give that to him....it's always strange to do scenarios because there are huge differences between what you do when you're pretending and what you do when someone is actually hurt.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
"My advice to you is BE YE NOT SO STUPID. Never write about work on the internet unless your boss knows and sanctions the fact that YOU ARE WRITING ABOUT WORK ON THE INTERNET."Us idiots, we know the massive negative effect blogging can have on your life.
You have a lack of freedom, can't publish what you are thinking for fear of being connected to those thoughts that you do, in fact, think in your heart. You have to keep in mind your audience, i.e. am I a summer camp counselor or do I work in Residence Life with minors during the summer and would it be bad for them to know that I could potentially be a sexual human being due to sharing of posts from sex blogs?
And sometimes you have to resign from your job because you make a dumb youthful mistake without the benefit of the time afforded by the leisurely past-time of letter-writing, including (but not limited to):
Earlier this week I replied to a pro-blogging post asking what the biggest mistake people made regarding blogging...most people it was not doing it soon enough, or often enough, not having faith in their own integrity and interest as bloggers (writers+people) that someone wants to hear what they had to say, even if it is your own mom (Happy birthday Mom!)
Now that I have truly adopted the life of a blogger in the past 18 months at this here blog as Elle, now that I am part of the dialogs going on at my favorite sites and articles and am becoming part of the second-lowest faction of internet blogging elite, the technorati if you will, an avid Twitter-er and aggregator of information: my hits are up.
Quantitatively, a more regular blogging schedule and a tiny bit of authority that I've earned from length of time and variety of topics has accumulated a healthy readership (for a personal blog). But qualitiatively, I am an active participant in the online conversations, a subject of posts every once in a while, and have even gotten the attention of a favorite author who I 'blogged about. I've also met some professionals who I would never have gotten in touch with otherwise: case in point is Susan at Hug The Monkey).
I'm pleased that I've been able to be as much of an open book as I have on this blog for the past year. And while I got myself in trouble and learned the hard and dumb way, I find that I'm liberated in so far as I don't want to work for companies who can't handle me being who I am. I have strong opinions that I can't always camouflage into the apathy so endemic to fellow members of my generation.
Am I the person I seem to be on this 'blog? What do you think? A blog entry, just like a photo, is just one moment of one angle of a person. Occasionally it's an insightful art student with her finger on the pulse of the zeitgeist. Sometimes it's an angry bitter ex-girlfriend. Often it's an overwhelmed adolescent who just misses her mom and dad and wants people to know what she's up to. And those it's that combination that makes this blog what it is. Could it be more "targeted" towards a "niche"?
I know you guys--my loyal and exclusive following--are only getting glimpses and flashes of memory and experience, and that this blog seems to be just as much about the person I am as the world I live in, but I have grown to truly value the attention you pay me with your time and comments. I value the blank space that this blag has become to me, a place to empty my brain so I can move on.
And even if you stop reading, I know my mom, dad, and twin sister will still remember to check up on me every once in a while.
I don't get paid to 'blog, and that's not because my 'blog isn't interesting. It's because that's not the goal of it. If money was all I cared about, you know I would not be at art school, would not be reading blogs all day. But that's the luxury of being in school, that working part-time and going to class full-time allows just enough time to explore the interwebs and find my place in that realm, as this identity, and to some extent to my identity as a whole. I'm not relying on that right now to make me a living, but one day blagging via satellite phone in the wilderness and posting images or selling evidential sculptures could make me a living, too.
Where do you stand on the subject of blogging as occupation? It's relation to citizen journalism, user-created content, and on-demand media?
I'm not the kind of girl who likes diamonds. In case you didn't know (and I'm pretty sure you all do), the diamond industry is not the most humane industry in our global world, and I can see the need for diamonds due to their being harder than everything else criteria, but as far as for a wedding or engagement ring? I don't need it. Unless it's a hot heirloom number.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
I just woke up from a dream in which I was Ariel on ice (in disneyland where I suddenly became very proficient at toe loops and single lutzes). Also there was meringue making. Not real life, in the dream. Oooh, which reminds me, I have key limes. Yes, I am still sick. I know, it's pitiful. But at least I have bizarre dreams where I get critiqued for my swimming ability and imperfect body and nothing fits me, hooray! And who profits from said dreams? All of you fine readers who don't remember your own fever-addled dreams, which I have impeccable memory of. Now since I'm already missing arts in Japan I am going back to nap.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
I can't even imagine applying for jobs before the internet, as young as that makes me sound. Even so, of my 12+ schools I'm applying for full-time positions for this fall, only a few are accepting online applications without any supplements. Seriously? Well, anyway, here's my cover letter--
I really hope I get some call-backs for these applications. I'm going to spend the rest of the evening working on them, I spent the entire day working on the cover letter, but now that cover letter has to be re-written for every single school with the appropriate things changed, most hall director letters will be very similar but the more student-activities type positions will need a decent overhaul. I feel like I'm applying for so many positions, but I have no idea what the competition is like. All I know is that I have three summer job offers, and I probably can't take any of them (all outdoor jobs) because for student affairs jobs you start in the summer and help put training together for the fall RA's.
I have simply got to be just the person SOMEONE is looking for, and if fate is kind, hopefully I'll get in touch with them or didn't throw out the application already.
PS: I made Boinkable links again today with my Kevin Smith-Chasing Amy entry. I am feeling the love from Richard Blakeley at the cute/dirty/smart sex-positive blog these days, and y'all know the quickest way to a girls' heart is to link to a post of hers on a highly trafficked site.