Thursday, September 27, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Kitt visited me this weekend, as expected. We went to the Stax Museum (next to the academy, the site of Stax Records, etc). It's basically a shrine to American music, and I'm insisting you venerate within it's walls at least once.
OK, now that I've done my Memphian duty I can tell you: I've got some suggestions for them, but I'm not sure they want to hear 'em.
I wish there was something inside you could take photos of, or something you could touch. Some other way to interact besides listening and looking. They did have a dance-floor set up, which was cool, but it was hard to break out of the museum-patron role and let loose. (I managed, only slightly embarrassed).
If you look close at the reflection in the door you can see Kitt taking the photo.
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Monday, September 17, 2007
Don’t burn yourself out
Don’t stop working
Don’t give up
Know when to let go
Let others help you
There is always a price
Don’t waste your time
Don’t ignore the details
Don’t get overwhelmed
Thick not broad
Quality and quantity
Don’t stop now
Work hard and reap the benefits
No one said life would be fair
Don’t embarrass us
Don’t embarrass yourself
Let it go, put your mind off it
Focus focus focus
Apply apply apply
Don’t think in Latin
Sunday, September 16, 2007
The doors to the water-heater closet in my new house had a little screen cut into them. I'm not sure why exactly, but I wanted it to be a focal point- a little paint and a trip to Wall-mart for the frame later, voila!
I went to Carbondale for the weekend for a Hunsaker family reunion-- Hunsaker was my Paw-Paw's mother's family (Paw-Paw = grandpa) and every year the descendants get together at Giant City state park. I didn't go last year and I wanted to check on my Nannie (what I call my mom's mom... when I was born she felt she was too young to be called 'grandma'), she just had a pacemaker ... installed? My brain's not working right, the whole weekend was a blur of people and memories.
Nannie's at Memorial Hospital. I could go the rest of my life and never go back inside, but it seems I'm destined. Maybe I'm suppose to work in Medical Anthropology or something-- hospitals suck and someone ought to make them better- we all dump enough time and resources in them anyway. I didn't want to leave with so many things up in the air, but didn't have much choice.
Kitt's going to come see me this weekend I think.
The reunion was nice, even though I came too late for food. It was nice to see mom's cousins and my Paw-Paw's aunt Loa. Loa is 101 years old, about to be 102. It makes me smile to hear my grandpa defer respectfully to his elder aunt.
School is challenging, although not in the ways I had anticipated. I absolutely adore my adviser, she's tops. I won't embarrass myself by going into details in a public blog. Speaking of my blog-- who reads this thing anyway? I always wonder...
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Sunday, September 09, 2007
Artist Jasmine Raznahan created this edition of "the Guardian" from January 23 (the most depressing day of the year) so that only the good news would be visible when wearing rose tinted glasses. I have my own special and depressing reasons for hating January 23, so this artwork is especially touching for me. Her other work is neat too, I love the 'Business Cards', 'Things fall apart' and 'How long is a Minute?'.