Tuesday November 20. 2001

cold quiet frost night

My Dad was on the cover of the Lebanon Patriot-News (which is Lebanon's edition of the Harrisburg Patriot News) last week. The article was about his job and working with high schools and colleges to educate people about rape and sexual abuse. You can read the article here. There aren't any pictures with the article, but it's still pretty cool. I even get a little mention in there. I am so so proud of him. My Dad is a feminist. How cool is that?

Organizing Tyler's Craft Show is really biting me in the ass. It's taking up time when I would otherwise be working and is generally stressing me out, but at the same time, it's giving me this incredible confidence that I've never had before. I like having power. I like telling people what to do. I like pulling something together and making it succeed when everyone is telling me it's too late and I could never do it.

If anyone in the tri-state area would like to attend, here's the press release with the necessary information:


Students in Crafts at the Tyler School of Art of Temple University will hold a Holiday Crafts Show that will include a fund-raiser for the victims of Sept. 11, on Friday Dec. 7 through Sunday Dec. 9 in President's Hall on the Tyler Campus, 7725 Penrose ave. in Elkins Park.

Hours will be 4 p.m. to 9 p.m. on Friday; 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. Saturday; and 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. on Sunday. Admission is free and ample parking is available. Sale proceeds are divided among the individual student artists and scholarships for Crafts Department students.

Tyler student Bethany Rusen, who organized this year's sale, said there will be a wide variety of work shown and sold. Objects will include works in clay, glass, metals, and fibers.

A unique feature of this year's sale will be a fund-raiser for the victims of Sept. 11 to be held on Friday only. This will entail soup bowls that may be purchased including the soup, which may be eaten while patrons browse the students' work. All proceeds will go to the Sept. 11 victims.

For further information, call Tyler information at (215) 782-ARTS.

This past weekend was employee appreciation days at work, and so my discounts went up to 40% and I was finally able to get the books and cds I had been coveting for months. Looking over my purchases, it was depressing to see that the majority of the things I bought were for me. I got seven cds, the best of which was the Deluxe Edition of What's Going On, by Marvin Gaye. Some of you know my love for this album. Well, this one is TWO discs, the first disc with two separate mixes of the entire album, and the second disc with a live recording of the album and a couple remixes. Yes. I was in heaven.

I also got Book Binding for Book Artists by Keith Smith (thanks to Maddie for clueing me in). I'm quite excited to try some of the techniques over winter break. I know how to do open bindings, but they're not very strong and limited to a small number of pages. The book seems fairly straightforward and doesn't require complicated, expensive tools like a bookpress to make books. It also said I wouldn't have to pare leather, whatever that means. Apparently paring leather is a big deal.

And I lost my AC adaptor for my laptop, and it is out of batteries, so I am up shit creek.

It's almost 2:30 am, and in my current state of mind, that's early for me. I've gotten used to late late nights. There's something really special about this time of night - it's completely different from 1 am, when many people are still out and about, and completely different from 5 am, when some people are already up for the day. It's the only truly quiet time of night. It was this time a couple nights ago when Sara and I leaned against my frost-covered car and watched the meteors fall from the sky - some red, some yellow, some white. It was so cold that we didn't stay out for long, and I think the lights and smog from the city obscured any good views we might have had.

To every journey comes a turning point. And I think this journal may be changing in a big way, soon. A change that has to happen or else it may not be worth keeping up anymore. I feel the need to strip down. Minimalism. Dig down to the foundations and maybe start over again.

One Year Ago:
"We ended up falling asleep a little before 10. Such exciting lives we lead."

Two Years Ago:
"I dream of just being able to just fly on the piano."