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30 September 1999
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i actually remember a couple of dreams from last night. in one i was at a sonic youth concert, but they were playing behind the bar in this little room, and there were only a dozen or so people standing around. they gave me a copy of the set list, and asked me to cue their songs, and they were playing something like nine sets of fifteen songs each.
in my other dream i was walking down the street with jen (or some pixie-ish girl), and she reached down to pick up this bag. but it belonged to a crazy homeless guy who threw a bottle at me that hit me in the back of the head. my head wasn't hurt, but the glass shards fell down my shirt and cut my back.
i'm doing some neat things with my design principles project, but i still don't have any coherence. just lots of little cool ideas. some of them might be worth pursuing in their own right as sculptural projects at a later date.
i'm kinda afraid to start cutting into my second mahogany block though, as i don't think i'm going to be able to afford another one. (i'm not sure how i'm going to be able to afford much of anything for the next couple of weeks/months.) and that thought led me to kinda a standstill in the afternoon.
at dinner i told jen that she was in one of my dreams last night. or that it was maybe her. and she said "what? was it a little elf?" cute. apparently she overheard someone calling her the elf-girl recently. and when i told her over the summer that when i first met her i thought she looked pixie-ish, she told me i wasn't the first person to say so.
this evening i spent working on my plan and section drawings of the stupid bus shelter. i found out about 930 that their s'posed to be fairly accurate, neat, to-scale drawings. they're due tomorrow at one. nice that this was cleared up tonight. and i really hate this building. i'd gladly give up the week of work i've already spent on it if i could change to something else.
i left the studio at midnight. my drawings suck. but i just can't make myself take pride in drawing a building that smells like an outhouse. it's that simple.
in my other dream i was walking down the street with jen (or some pixie-ish girl), and she reached down to pick up this bag. but it belonged to a crazy homeless guy who threw a bottle at me that hit me in the back of the head. my head wasn't hurt, but the glass shards fell down my shirt and cut my back.
i'm doing some neat things with my design principles project, but i still don't have any coherence. just lots of little cool ideas. some of them might be worth pursuing in their own right as sculptural projects at a later date.
i'm kinda afraid to start cutting into my second mahogany block though, as i don't think i'm going to be able to afford another one. (i'm not sure how i'm going to be able to afford much of anything for the next couple of weeks/months.) and that thought led me to kinda a standstill in the afternoon.
at dinner i told jen that she was in one of my dreams last night. or that it was maybe her. and she said "what? was it a little elf?" cute. apparently she overheard someone calling her the elf-girl recently. and when i told her over the summer that when i first met her i thought she looked pixie-ish, she told me i wasn't the first person to say so.
this evening i spent working on my plan and section drawings of the stupid bus shelter. i found out about 930 that their s'posed to be fairly accurate, neat, to-scale drawings. they're due tomorrow at one. nice that this was cleared up tonight. and i really hate this building. i'd gladly give up the week of work i've already spent on it if i could change to something else.
i left the studio at midnight. my drawings suck. but i just can't make myself take pride in drawing a building that smells like an outhouse. it's that simple.