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aintbrokeThe rousing cry of my last few days has been- resoundingly now- “Get me a pair of skis!”
Yes. I’ve been snowboarding.
It’s been rather refreshing to really suck at something. (I mean really, really suck at something, to the point that you wonder why you even bother trying and decide that you will just shoot yourself in the kneecap before you even attempt again.)
But, if I can sound self important and congratulatory for a minute: I no longer suck. Now I have joined the ranks of the “People who although they will never compete in any contest, do not mow down every passing skier, except for revenge when the aforementioned skier has tried to obliterate them not moments earlier.” It is an elite group of people, go me.
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kobelladonna I got your card, you mushy sap you.
Whoever got me the paid account, you rock my little socks off. I promise that my themes will be many and varied during the course of the next year.
Bibi- I’ve got part of your present in custody here. You shall get it someday soon. (I guess you can also have Sorcerer Hunters back, but only if you ask nicely.)
Someone wrote a lovely if rambling (not a point I am in any position to complain about) article about the people of Pants Press. (Bill, Dylan, Erica, Jen, Kevin and Vera. You knew that, I know you did.) Once again I am overcome with jealousy. I want to quit my day job and go to art school.
Speaking of which- I went back to my art class. The art!nazi himself is well and good, and the class is as painful as ever. Evidently, in the past three months, I have forgotten everything he ever taught me, from drawing hands and noses, right on down to the basic proportions in life drawing.
Although I expect honest critique of my work, he takes it to a whole new level. He raged at me this last class: “Your hands have obviously calcified, and all the time I’ve spent training you hasn’t stuck- because that would require a measure of talent and there is none of that in those hands of yours! No, I must beat it into every solitary line you draw. Before you come back to this class I want to see one, no TWO, no two hundred and fifty pages of studies. No, I don’t care what they’re of, as long as they’re drawn with a modicum of finesse. I do not even ask for realism! Only finesse! (Here we pause for a drawn out sigh.) That’s not too much to ask is it?”
This ought to annoy me, as the drawings I did in class on Wednesday were certainly competent, if not outright good (ph33r my ego mortals, PH33R!). He just says “you suck” with such love, you can’t help but respect the man. Evil art!nazi that he is.
Now, however I go to celebrate a wedding. I snowboard by day, and dance till dawn in the night. (Geez Ko, where’s the "fuckme" skirt when I need it?)
Yes. I’ve been snowboarding.
It’s been rather refreshing to really suck at something. (I mean really, really suck at something, to the point that you wonder why you even bother trying and decide that you will just shoot yourself in the kneecap before you even attempt again.)
But, if I can sound self important and congratulatory for a minute: I no longer suck. Now I have joined the ranks of the “People who although they will never compete in any contest, do not mow down every passing skier, except for revenge when the aforementioned skier has tried to obliterate them not moments earlier.” It is an elite group of people, go me.
kobelladonna I got your card, you mushy sap you. Whoever got me the paid account, you rock my little socks off. I promise that my themes will be many and varied during the course of the next year.
Bibi- I’ve got part of your present in custody here. You shall get it someday soon. (I guess you can also have Sorcerer Hunters back, but only if you ask nicely.)
Someone wrote a lovely if rambling (not a point I am in any position to complain about) article about the people of Pants Press. (Bill, Dylan, Erica, Jen, Kevin and Vera. You knew that, I know you did.) Once again I am overcome with jealousy. I want to quit my day job and go to art school.
Speaking of which- I went back to my art class. The art!nazi himself is well and good, and the class is as painful as ever. Evidently, in the past three months, I have forgotten everything he ever taught me, from drawing hands and noses, right on down to the basic proportions in life drawing.
Although I expect honest critique of my work, he takes it to a whole new level. He raged at me this last class: “Your hands have obviously calcified, and all the time I’ve spent training you hasn’t stuck- because that would require a measure of talent and there is none of that in those hands of yours! No, I must beat it into every solitary line you draw. Before you come back to this class I want to see one, no TWO, no two hundred and fifty pages of studies. No, I don’t care what they’re of, as long as they’re drawn with a modicum of finesse. I do not even ask for realism! Only finesse! (Here we pause for a drawn out sigh.) That’s not too much to ask is it?”
This ought to annoy me, as the drawings I did in class on Wednesday were certainly competent, if not outright good (ph33r my ego mortals, PH33R!). He just says “you suck” with such love, you can’t help but respect the man. Evil art!nazi that he is.
Now, however I go to celebrate a wedding. I snowboard by day, and dance till dawn in the night. (Geez Ko, where’s the "fuckme" skirt when I need it?)
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Date: 2002-12-28 10:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-29 09:47 pm (UTC)It could have been worse, I suppose, had it not been for the shiny glowing lotus on the front. All is fogiven, and believe me, blessings are counted.
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Date: 2002-12-29 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-29 09:44 pm (UTC)One dances till dawn at the wedding of a local musician of course. Pfft. Where else?
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Date: 2003-01-04 10:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-01 05:13 pm (UTC)