Supertramp

Just now, as I was getting ready for bed, I suddenly had the urge to be the next Christopher McCandless... but without the dying.

1. The core of man's spirit comes from new experiences.

2. Happiness is only real when shared.

It should not be denied that being footloose has always exhilarated us. It is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations. Absolute freedom. And the road has always led west.

Rabies Shots and Roast Chicken

Today my dog Jem needed to get his shots: rabies, bordidtella, lyme. The last time we went to the vet he did fine, but they did everything where I couldn't see....and I am a very curious person. This time, I told them I wanted to see all the shots and stuff, and they said that was fine! Apparently most people don't like to see things like shots happen to their fur babies....but not me! So first they took his blood and I got to help. I held his head against my knees and did this maneuver that made his vein pop up. My good boy didn't flinch through any part of it. Plus he loves all the ladies at the vet's, and they love him too. So far, Jem has only had good experiences at the vet's and I want to keep it that way. Now he's sleeping next to me on the couch, occasionally letting out a HUGE snore. Cute.

Yesterday my boyfriend brought a whole chicken home from the grocery store. Well, I love to cook, but I have never cooked a whole bird by myself before and I was worried I couldn't do it. But this afternoon I decided the best thing to do was to just get to it......and it turned out DELICIOUS! I was really proud of myself! I rubbed it with butter, garlic, lemon juice, herbs de provence and a little greek seasoning mix, and stuffed it with onions and rice. I also made mashed potatoes and green beans. It was like a mini Thanksgiving meal. Even Jem had some little bites of chicken. I fished for compliments throughout dinner and my boyfriend obliged me....but now there are dishes to wash, and luckily the rule of the apartment is "You cook... you DON'T have to clean."

Lucky me.

Complexities

Apparently there are many complexities in the creative personality. I was just stumbling and I found this information about their multiple characteristics.

Here are a few qualities, summarized:

• A great deal of physical energy alternating with a great need for quiet and rest.

• Highly sexual, yet often celibate, especially when working.
• Smart and naïve at the same time. A mix of wisdom and childishness. Emotional immaturity along with the deepest insights.
• Convergent (rational, left brain, sound judgment) and divergent (intuitive, right brain, visionary) thinking…
• Both extroverted and introverted, needing people and solitude equally.
• Humble and proud, both painfully self-doubting and wildly self-confident.
• May defy gender stereotypes, and are likely to have not only the strengths of their own gender but those of the other as well. A kind of psychic androgyny.

I can think of many art students that exhibit one or more of these qualities..... me too.

Contour

So, after I finished my cross-contour today I started a new drawing. I just couldn't let that great pose just be a cross contour (not that cross contours are bad)... I just wanted to draw everything. I also just finished the homework on the Maniken. It was kinda tough to put a 2D picture into 3D clay form, but I managed. It is a new experience to see individual layers and pieces of muscle. But it's nice to know what shape of muscle is under another, even when I can't see it.

Harlem

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore-

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over-

like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

-Langston Hughes

Being myself is my dream deferred. Boom.