Art on a Saturday

What do these images have in common?
(This is you little weekend pop quiz.)

Been a Little While

...since I posted a "good trivial things" list.

So.
Good Things:

-The Police (music, not institution).
-Bargains (Buying $100 worth of clothes for just over $5).
-Sunshine and news of snow.
-Josh and Austin and World of Warcraft.
-Natasha saying "Oh - I love sewage." with so much passion.
-A clean room.
-A free evening and day tomorrow (to fill with 3 papers and a lot of reading).

Almost Awkward

You know those moments - we all have them - when you find yourself so intently staring off into space that all of a sudden your face is unbreakably transfixed in a look of possession: the face straight ahead, the eyes wide and glazed, the eyebrows slightly arched, forehead wrinkled. Your mind then resurrects before your sensibilities and you have a strong sensation of being zoned but have no faculties for fully awaking into reality, space and time. And then you're back, blinking and mildly confused, wondering what you missed and who noticed.
During class this morning I caught someone across the room from me frozen in this state. His features grew more and more exaggerated and comical till I almost started to laugh. In my comfortable state of listening, not quite bored yet fiddling with my paper and pencil, I proceeded to make a quick almost anime style sketch of him in his humorous state. Then I had a sensation of my classmates on either side noticing my doodlings. A sudden sense of fear that they might recognize him and realize my exploitation of his tiredness, I quickly turned my page over and resumed my squiggles and squares on the other side.

October Afternoons

This is how I feel
about the rain this
after noon.
And about my hair.
(Happy)

October Fridays

In the middle of all the books I have to read today, I started browsing the internet for pictures of hairstyles - just for fun and because I'm getting my hair cut today. Then I saw this and thought: Why don't I just get a wig?

Back To School

Allison's ABCs:

Adolf Gotlieb, Decent into Darkness
Barnett Newman, "Genesis"
Cliff's Notes
Damien Rice
Eat Drink Man Woman
Fernand Leger, The City
Gnu
Hanna Hoch, Cut with the Kitchen Knife
If You Want My Body
J. K. Rowling
Kandinsky, Several Circles, No. 323
Laszlo Malholy-Nagy, Light-Space Modulator
MLA documentation
New Yorker
Oh Brother Where Art Thou?
Pablo Picasso, Gertrude Stein
q
Rauchenberg, White Series
SIGG switzerland
Town Lounge, Portland, OR
uk
Valerie Jauden, Tallahache
Warhol, 12 Cadilacs
x
Yves Tanguy, Mama, Papa is Wounded
z

It Makes a Tad More Sense, or, Consider Reality

I counted an approximate number of pages assigned to me this weekend and found them to fall somewhere near the 500 mark. This might account for my concern for how I can fit them all in. Add to that a quiz and a writing assignment, as well. Rather interesting, though, I find these assignments; Life on the Mississippi, a chapter on modernization, mechanization and how the modern age has changed us, and a series of brilliant short stories with titles such as, "Like a Flock of Ducks", "Conscience" and "Numbers in the Dark".

Oh Professors

Ah, what entertainment they provide us with, each and every day. For instance, both my professors today wore birkenstocks; one accompanied by hiking socks, nontheless.

Isn't it Funny

Not being able to sleep can be cured by two things: getting up and finding something to eat, or pulling Stuart out from under the bed and searching files until some hidden early Capernwray photos are located. Being a person who so loves laying in bed - the longer the better - I reached under my bed.
And this is what I found.


It's like before and after photos. Not quite, but close.

Time's Almost Up

As the words "I'd better get some good sleep in cos school starts monday" slipped out of my mouth, it hit like a sack of books that my attempts to conquer the Summer Reading List 2006 is over.
The results are not as grim as some years, though not very impressive. Perhaps I set my goal too high. Perhaps that is not possible.

The Completed:

The Count of Monte Christo, Dumas
The Abolition of Man, Lewis
Reading Lolia in Tehran, Nafisi
More Work for the Undertaker, Allingham
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, Solzhenitsyn
Carry On, Jeeves, Wodehouse
Remains of the Day, Ishiguro

The Nearly Completed:

The Confessions of St Augustine, Augustine
The Idiot, Dostoyevsky
Dubliners, Joyce

Those Words

...Contrite. What does contrite mean? Who even knows? It's one of those words. Like zeal. And that other word - what was it? [five minutes later]: diligently. Did you say persistently? I think it's the same thing.

Okay, either christianese is encompassing a whole new level of words these days, or the public school system is not teaching vocabulary. The above was the not quite verbatim discourse of a few of my jr hiers tonight. They came up with maybe five more words of similar caliber a couple minutes later that I unfortunately cannot now recall. Equally as easy to define while not quite fitting for daily conversations around the lunch table or at recess. I guess.

Stuck in My Head

It's amazing what you hear over and over and over and over while you're babysitting.
Yes, I am posting song lyrics. Don't read them unless you want to be transported to Scotland and green rolling hills and cute accents and memories of castles and sheep poo and Nessie.


By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright, on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love, were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie bonnie banks, of Loch Lomond

Oh ye'll tak' the high road An’ I'll tak' the low road
And I'll be in scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will never meet
Again on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

We'll meet where we parted, in yon shady glen
On the steep steep side, of Ben Lomond
Where in purple hue, the hie-lands we view
And the moon looks out, frae the gloamin’

Still fair is the scene, but ah! how changed
Are the hopes that we fondly cherished
Like a wa-t'ry gleam, like a morning dream
On Cul-lo-dens field, they ha'e per-rished

The wild flowers spring, and the wee birds sing
And in sun-shine the waters, are sleepin’
But the broken heart, a kens nae second spring
And re-sign'd we may be, tho' we're greetin’

Where To Start

This was quite nearly another photoblog. But I am entirely too lazy at this moment in time. Though I am rested. A full (though interrupted) eight hours of sleep, combined with a mug of coffee results in my brain actually working without pain. Another highlight of the morning would be that I didn't wake up with the residual unpleasantness of a stress dream. A school stress dream as yesterday. Which is most likely the reason that I am even bothering to sit and guess four times in a row what my password is for the PSU website and why what I *swear* is my password isn't working. It worked. Now it has come to my attention that three out of four of my professors are male this term. I have had one male professor at PSU. Man, I have a sweet schedule. Today I have a sweet schedule, too. I work at 1pm and have youth after that. I'm so excited to see this new batch of jr hiers. Jr Hi is such a unique time of life. It can be so exciting and be such a great time of learning and growth. Or it can just be tormenting. I'm really excited to be able to help make it the former. This week also includes a lot of work and hanging out with Josh. But not Rose. She has left us. Well, I did hang out with Rose one day this week, and that was fantastic. But now she is a few hours away. That's okay, though. She will have lots of fun and come visit often (*hint wink*). Two years ago today it was I that left the fair city of Portland. And here I sit, still excited about the prospects of eating fresh fruit every day. Granted, the rest of my thinking, life, friends, relationship with God, have changed, but that is what is important at this very second. Also at this moment I am sort of wishing that I was posting photos of the past week which was so much fun I want no one left out. Not to mention Megan and Janice (lovely, dear hostesess) would like to have some of the photos. I would like to have some breakfast. Patience is a virtue - you'll get your photos in a bit.

Faces of Lovelies

A Little Scenery

Oh the Oregon Coast. Mmm.

Good Old Fashioned Fun

It's as big as my FACE! I wanted to eat it.


Walking in Bridal Veil. Josh did not find the water temperature pleasing.

Go Timbers! AHhhhh!! Alas, yet lucky for the Schrecks, the Charleston Battery won the match.

Snooping at the Pitock Mansion.

Blogger, It Has Been Too Long

You know you been away from your blog too long when you have to stop and think about what your font is. And then you publish and you realise you got it wrong.

I would post pictures, but I don't quite have time. I would write something about all the fun things that have been going on, but again, I don't have time. I'm squeezing this post in while checking up on Map Quest for how to get to work tomorrow and going to bed.

Anything to Pass the Time

The past week has been consumed mostly with things like biking (in shoes), making sand castles (Mt St Hood?), driving (cars and vans), roasting hot dogs, baking cookies - you guessed it: camping and nannying (as soon as Stuart cooperates, photos will follow). Everything was fun until this afternoon where I found I had nothing to do. Hanging out with a kid who's grounded is not the most fun way to spend an afternoon, let me tell ya. Throw my immense excitement due to the near arrival of my boyfriend and you can only imagine my twitchy, fidgety boredom.
Two hours and four minutes.

Yuck.

I love the profundity and truth in this unobtrusive white scrawl. It's like graffiti and social commentary all in one. Very appropriate in some almost twisted way.
[NW Glisan between 13th and 14th]

A Girl of Many Hats

I collect hats. I love hats. I wear hats.

I wear a variety of hats: friend, sister, girlfriend, nanny-sitter...

Yesterday I wore a cowboy hat. Today I wore a red fireman's hat and became Miss Hannegan and Darth Vader (or, as I was more accurately dubbed: Miss Darth Vader).

It's a busy life.

Shut Your Face

Protege

I have taught her well, have I not? This is my cousin's adorable little girl... 3 years old and extremely advanced in facemaking. I love love LOVE her. And look -
she even likes big earrings.
We are definitely related.

Crying While Eating

Pamela

What she's eating:
Plain bagel with garlic hummus and cucumber

What she's crying about:
Poverty in South America

I Promised

I just got home from house sitting, it's 90 degrees out and my floor is covered with the clothing I dumped out of my suitcase to ensure I wouldn't live out of it for another week. I'm tired and very content to just lay in my bed with Stuart - basking in the joys of the world wide web. Ah sweet waste of time.

This photo post is for all those who find great amusement in seeing me when I have just woken up. The last saturday that I was home, my mom walked in to find me sound asleap, laying in bed with the phone next to my ear and my jaw dropped (not drooling, amazing). She laughed at me. I got up and on passing a mirror, realized that the sight was worth laughing at with or without the phone.

Chairs Are For Sitting

So why just browse?













First Thursday in the lovely and haugty, posh Pearl District was fantastically fun. We came accross this huge, wearhouse-y asian furniture/odds-and-ends store where we found most of our entertainment. The various art galleries and shoe stores were good, too, of course. Though the people watching wasn't up to par.













Or maybe we just didn't pay very much attention.

Bailar

Tonight in Spanish class, besides working on preterit and imperfect tenses, we shared about "una reunion de familia". I was previously unaware of this assignment. (I learned a lot really fast.) The closest thing to a recent family reunion that I could come up with was the wedding of my cousin Nate last saturday. While discussing (mostly in English) who was there, what we ate, did, etc, I came accross a very lovely and useful word: bailar (to dance). Other useful words (had I gotten any further) might have included divertido (funny), loco (crazy), espalda (back) and dolor (pain).
Dancing is my favorite way to end a wedding reception. It was a lovely wedding, a beautiful/delicious reception, and a very entertaining dance party. I now think my favorite kind of dancing to watch is funky-dancing-while-holding-small-children. My cousins and their way too cute kids invented some great moves. As, I might add, did I - that little ball of cuteness is my cousin once removed (hah - figure that out), Annette. She was too tired to move, but wanted to make sure she got her share of dancing in. We spun and jumped and dipped and swayed until cousin Allison almost fell over.
But it was so much fun.

Oh Penguin, How Could You Disappoint Me?

To satisfy my late night desire for candy/cookies/chocolate/crunchies, I put the kettle on and reach for a Penguin. My eyes quickly scan the wrapper for my joke. Unfortunately, I find a Funny Fact. These are not my favorite, but it's better than nothing, which would mean I wasn't eating a Penguin, and that would be sadder than a Funny Fact. Much to my alarm, I read "Funny Fact 4: It's impossible to lick your own..." I hope they're not going to say "elbow", because I discovered last week that this so called "fact" has been disproved. I turn up the flap to read the small, white on blue word underneath. "...elbow." I shake my head. I sigh. Because last week, in South Carolina, Miss Caroline Chick disproved this theory, as seen below.Now I know it's all a lie. If you can't trust Penguin, what can you trust?
But hey - nothing beats that gooey biscuity goodness. I plunge my slightly bit off biscuit into my chai - that beautiful union of Old World and New - and all is forgiven.