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February 14, 2006
Self portrait tuesday - love to love you, baby
I have a love/hate relationship with my love handles; they've gotten bigger than ever since moving down south, despite the hills and extra walking. I'm still torn about whether I need to think about working to banish them, or whether I should just let them be. We've been together so long, it'd be a shame to break it off now.
February 07, 2006
Self portrait tuesday - first tattoo
The stories I never told my mother will all come out, in the end.
This was my first tattoo. It's two little wonky circles of tiny blue dots, done the jailhouse way with a sewing needle and india ink. I was sixteen and drunk, but still sober enough to stop the person who was tattooing me when I realized he intended to write his name rather than drawing the daisy I had requested. I don't even know who that guy was, and shudder to think that I could have had his name next to my love handle forever. I think it started with a "B", but who knows?
It's just a little souvenir of my stupid, stupid youth, and something I don't usually show people. But qpaukl, who did my fourth, fifth and sixth "real" tattoos (or my fifth, sixth and seventh if you consider this blurry little blob to be my first) said it was a great story. It might be a great story but it's a pretty gross tattoo.
January 31, 2006
Self portrait tuesday - the fashion sense runs in the family
When my granddad died almost eleven years ago, my grandma gave me a bag of some of his polyester trousers to cut up. These ones I kept, because she said they had been his favourite pair, and the other ones became strips for a braid rug (that I'm still working on, but I'm going to make it a priority this summer to get it done).
My granddad had a blue cardigan that he often wore with a red golf shirt underneath, and although I don't know if he ever would have paired that with these plaid trousers, I always imagine him dressed that way. He's quite possibly where I got my innate ability to always choose the items that clash the most.
I've been hanging on to these trousers all this time, unable to cut them up or throw them out but unable to wear them as well, because I care too much about how my butt looks and the fit was. . . well, not very flattering. So this morning I finally hit on a solution: I cut the trousers off just below the crotch and slid the whole thing up, resulting in a calf-length skirt that maybe hugs my butt a little too tightly, but that's still preferable to the diaper look. I'm wearing it today, with a belt that used to be my dad's.
January 17, 2006
Self portrait tuesday - a dramatic recreation
This January Personal History Challenge is a bit difficult for me, as I'm living almost eight hundred miles from home and don't have access to my trove of old family mementoes for plundering. This photo was taken last summer while on vacation; I guess Whiskey Cellphone Night(tm) brings out the ten-year-old in me.
On my dad's side of the family I'm the oldest of the cousins, but that never meant that I was one to set a good example for the rest. This photo reminded me of a day long ago, when I sat at the back of my long, dark bedroom closet while Hazel brought the cousins in one by one, and when they were in position and peering into the darkness I turned on the flashlight under my chin to scare them. The littlest cousin, KJ, came last, and I frightened her so badly that she was extremely wary of me for a year or two after that.
This is why it's a good thing I don't have kids, I guess.
January 10, 2006
Self portrait tuesday - thirty(plus)-year-old owies
Something my mom dug up for me as part of my futile attempt to get out of having shots last summer.
That doctor was the doctor who assisted my birth, and also the doctor who assisted my mom's birth. I was his first grandchild, in the obstetric sense.
January 03, 2006
Self portrait tuesday - lazy morning
We've been lazy this week, and stayed in bed until ten o'clock this morning. We are back in Athens now, and Peter will be here with me for four more nights. Once he's gone it'll be easier to kick lazy habits, since there won't be any reason to stay huddled in bed.
December 20, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - gaining
Some days it feels like my belly has doubled in size.
December 13, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - familiar things
I spent all day yesterday in the house, doing nothing. It feels good to just ramble up and down the stairs, hanging out with the Fats and drinking tea. I may end up doing the same thing today, although I should get my arse up and go out later. We'll see.
December 06, 2005
Self portrait Tuesday - frustration
I can't keep my fucking head on this week. I have three meetings with professors in the next two days, one more critique with my practicum class, and some drawings still to finish (tonight). And apparently the University of Georgia has decided that Visa is no longer a major enough credit card for them to bother accepting, so I can't pay my fees. Which are due today. I can't wait to get the fuck out of here.
November 29, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - having a gaping, fleshy swollen hole in my head has never felt so good
Until my mouth heals I can't eat anything I have to chew. So for breakfast, the leftovers of the soup that Peter made for me last night: tomatoes, vegetables and beans run through the blender. And an Astro yogurt that Peter brought me from home; a rare treat these days.
For lunch: a soy milk and banana shake, and applesauce. And for supper, more leftover soup. Do you think this liquid diet will cause me to use up a bit of the fat stores in my love handles, or is that just wishful thinking?
Peter left this morning and is probably already out of Georgia by now. The excruciating pain in (and subsequent removal of) my tooth put a bit of a damper on our weekend together, but it's okay. Because I will by flying home to see him in TWELVE DAYS!
November 22, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - waiting
One more sleep, and I will no longer be (unsuccessfully) trying to warm this bed by myself.
November 15, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - slutty
The photo is by Peter Zimmerman. Because I'm not only slutty, but lazy as well.
November 08, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - the boy who got kicked off the Reach for the Top team for smoking on school property
November 01, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - stockings
October 25, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - cold fingers and toes
I know I'm supposed to be the stoic Canadian girl scoffing at these southerners for thinking it's cold. And indeed, when I'm outside I will be. But the Shack does not appear to be insulated, and this little unit in the bathroom wall is the only heat in the place. Okay, there's also a gas furnace in the attic, but it's twenty years old, the price of natural gas is fucking outrageous, and I am on a fixed income right now, so there's no way I'm paying to heat the roof with an inefficient furnace. Still, this morning when I woke up it was seven degrees Celcius outside and couldn't have been more than ten inside. Thanks goodness this heater is in the room where I have to get wet and naked most often.
It's too bad I don't eat chicken anymore; this heater looks like the perfect place to set up a spit and make some shawarma.
October 18, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - good riddance to old rubbish
The Levigator strikes again, joyfully flattening her opponent sans merci.
October 11, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - alone again
Peter left this morning, and is getting farther and farther away from me every minute. I don't feel quite as empty as I did the last time he left; I guess because this time I know that I can make it through the intervening time until I see him again. For the first week or so after he left me here in August I really didn't think I could. The Shack feels more like a home now since he's been there with me, but it'll be harder to sleep alone there than it was before he came.
We had a pretty good weekend, just hanging around town and not doing much. On Thursday we had supper with Bob and Sandy and then killed a bottle of wine back at the Shack. Friday we were all going to go see Gang of Four but Bob and Sandy pooped out so we did too, and just went for pints instead. Saturday we saw an awesome show, and the rest of our time was spent slouching around, going to the coffeeshop, hiking up and down the ginormous hill between the Shack and downtown, and taking afternoon naps. And also doing stuff I can't talk about because my parents read this; use your imagination, y'all know we're dirty dogs.
For those of you looking for the knitting and who are sick to death of hearing about lithography and my sex life and my self pity, I've got a finished cardigan body to show you soon (I've been totally holding out on you, I know). I'm also knitting Arisaig along with Anna, but she's way ahead of me; I only have a few inches done on one sleeve. I need to catch up! I've also started the other Anna's supercute Sgt. Pepper jacket, but haven't gotten too far because the black yarn turns my hands black. Pictures of all this tomorrow, if I feel like it.
October 04, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - mantra
One more sleep, and Peter will be here.
September 27, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - southern refrigeration blues
Everywhere you go here in the south, the buildings are refrigerated. They keep everything so cold that I sometimes have to put a sweater on when I get on the bus, even though it's 40 celcius outside (whatever that is here, I don't know. Bloody hot). I have had to wear work socks in my apartment more than once. In summer. In Georgia.
A note, because I'm feeling a little defensive about my crap photoshopping (I don't know why, it's not like I'm ever embarrassed to show my crappy printmaking to anyone, and printmaking is what I do): one of my favourite ways to draw is to put lots and lots of graphite down on the paper and then draw into it with an eraser to get a rich variation of smudgy greys punctuated by clean white marks. So I thought I'd try the same thing here, drawing into the shadows with the eraser and the dodge tool.
Well. It's not really the same, is it? But I'm going to show it anyway, because I'm always telling students that nobody's a prodigy and art-making is hard work, you're not going to study until you reach some kind of threshhold and then suddenly you're "good" and everything you touch is gold. But hey, if you want to see crappy work I should show you the prints I made last week. Oy vey.
September 20, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - in honour of Sofia Loren's 71st birthday
Hairy armpits, the only thing Sofia and I have in common. Which must be the reason why people kept winding up at my website by googling her name when I had never mentioned her name here, ever (I don't get how that works). I think hairy armpits on girls are sexy, don't you?
Yeah, my photoshopping skills are crap. Get over it, it's six in the morning.
September 13, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - same shit, different pile
September 06, 2005
Self portrait tuesday - fixation
It all starts with my belly. Of course.