week gone by
October 23. 1999
Once again I am chained to the computer lab. On a Saturday, no less. Thank God I'm getting paid for it. At least, I'm supposed to. I have been at this job for seven weeks, and due to administrative backups and whatnot, I still haven't gotten paid. Good ol' Temple University efficiency right there. At least when I do get paid it will be a nice fat check.
This week went by uneventfully. I went to classes. They seem to be getting somewhat better. As soon as I get out of here, I have a whole bunch of projects to get started on, and I'm really looking forward to them, so it should be fun. I'm still not sure where my inspiration is. Maybe I'm over thinking this like I usually do, and it's right there in front of me. Oh well. I am just trying to get keep my eyes, ears and all other senses open.
The things I brought from home seemed to help the energy in my room a little bit. I have a little shrine of sorts in my room at home, on top of my bookcase. It has all sorts of important things on it, like stones, leaves, shells, dried roses, animal skulls, all these little bits of nature, little important trinkets, letters, notes, and other remembrances. I keep pottery there, some from Deborah and Rachael, my two pottery teachers, some made by me, some made by my Dad, some made by my friends, and a very special piece by Royce Yoder, a very well known local potter. I was at the Mt. Gretna art show several years ago, and we got to talking, and I told him that I did pottery and I was very interested in it. Later, I came by to buy this bottle I loved, with a lovely Albany slip glaze (which is no longer manufactured, btw) and he gave it to me. Just gave it to me, and it was worth over $50. He then explained that he had a policy of giving one piece away to someone during a show. I was surprised and dumbfounded that he would choose me to give it to.
Anyway, as much as I hated to break my little collection, I took some of that stuff with me back to school. For safety's sake, I didn't take any of the pottery. I didn't see one of Deborah's eggshell thin Shadowlamps surviving very long in my dorm room. But once I had my little oddities (as I call them) set up in the window and around my computer, I felt much better. I lit a few candles (contraband in the dorm, but screw them), even better. My room has really started to feel like home, and I know those things helped neutralize some of bad stuff in there. I'm very thankful that my roommate, Cheryl, isn't freaked out by the many animal bones in my room. If someone just wandered into my room, they'd think I was conducting some kind of strange ceremony Satanic ceremony. ;)
Last night I actually decided to pretend I had a social life and went to visit my friend Jason (a Govie) at Main Campus. We went downtown, and although I didn't get to South Street to Pearl like I needed to, I still had fun. We wandered around for a while, ate some very good food in Chinatown, and tried to find this jazz club that Jason had been telling me about. Meanwhile, the rain that had been falling indecisively most of the night made up its mind and started pouring in earnest. Once we did find the jazz club , we discovered it had a rather high cover charge, so we went back to Main campus instead, hung out and played Nintendo and ping pong.
Meanwhile, the weather here in Elkins Park has been getting better and better. I love fall with a passion. It's cool and breezy, and I have been collecting leaves to be pressed and dried. I decided to be a freak and wore my large ostentatious hat and my lovely World War II vintage cape on the way to work today. Everything seems most alive to me now, even though everything is in the process of dying.
Other things have been on my mind, also. My Pop-pop (my Mom's Dad) had to go in for surgery earlier this week at Johns Hopkins to remove an aneurysm in his leg. My Dad told me yesterday that it went very well, but the recovery is going to take a while, most likely delaying their return to Florida, which happens every year at about this time. I just hope all is going well with them. I feel so cut off from my extended family when I'm here at school.
Mitchell, Taming the Tiger
food: waaay too much cranberry juice and Pepsi
read: Louise Nevelson, A Passionate Life, By Laurie Lisle
sight: the computer lab on a Saturday Afternoon
random: I seriously need some food, like, NOW
I call and call / The silence is so full of sounds / You're in them all /
I hear you in the water / And the wiring in the walls
- Man from Mars, Joni Mitchell
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