Me and two friends will be departing at about two o'clock in the afternoon Eastern Standard Time, in order to go to the much anticipated Dresden Dolls concert. Let me just say now, I couldn't be more excited to travel right now.
In other news the city is getting colder everyday. Scarves, hats, and gloves are being pulled out of the back of closets once again, and the threat of snow come with just about every forecast. The mornings are still the best time of day though, simply because the chill is not too bad - yet. Students and professionals alike are power walking down Forbes and Fifth Ave. in sweatshirts and blazers still, and the panhandlers aren't starting to buy coffee with their daily collection. It's nice to watch the delivery trucks squeeze into side streets and block traffic with ramps while cars and buses aggressively maneuver towards a final destination without having to plow through snow. The smell of the streets has gotten better as well with the cold coming in. You don't inhale the McDonald's before spotting it, newly renovated, next to Fedex-Kinko's. The morning is the best time to mill around Oakland.
I picked up my prescriptions, got some coffee at the Panera a block away from the Rite Aid, and caught the 67F to Trafford back to Craig St. and Forbes Ave.
26.10.06
the Work That Never Ends.
So it has been a while has it not?
I have discovered something about my senior year that I never thought would have happened. I am now comfortable with the idea that I am an artist, and yet my academic life has never been so discouraging.
In the past, fair June, (aka Genevieve for those who haven't realized at this point,) has always done rather well at Carnegie Mellon University. Grade wise that it. And yet now, while my work flourishes, my grades have hit an all time low. Why you ask? Well, the reality is that all art school cannot grade artwork. Think about it. How would Leo have done with the Mona Lisa in crit during a Materials of Painting course? Probably horribly because he was unable to convey, (fill in pretentious comment here) effectively enough.
Otherwise the world still turns, the 'Burgh gets colder and Monday's turn into very free Thursday nights that are filled with applying a ground to a wooden panel for an experimental piece of crap that will be critiqued on Monday. Wish this fair girl luck. :)
I have discovered something about my senior year that I never thought would have happened. I am now comfortable with the idea that I am an artist, and yet my academic life has never been so discouraging.
In the past, fair June, (aka Genevieve for those who haven't realized at this point,) has always done rather well at Carnegie Mellon University. Grade wise that it. And yet now, while my work flourishes, my grades have hit an all time low. Why you ask? Well, the reality is that all art school cannot grade artwork. Think about it. How would Leo have done with the Mona Lisa in crit during a Materials of Painting course? Probably horribly because he was unable to convey, (fill in pretentious comment here) effectively enough.
Otherwise the world still turns, the 'Burgh gets colder and Monday's turn into very free Thursday nights that are filled with applying a ground to a wooden panel for an experimental piece of crap that will be critiqued on Monday. Wish this fair girl luck. :)
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