In Class

So I am in class right now and I am finishing my last post for this class. So I guess what I want to say is, is was fun, I learned a ton. Happy Holidays everybody! Relax, enjoy and don't drink too much eggnog.

Short Story

I also wrote this a while ago in my scribbler and didn't get around to typing it...

The old campus is constantly changing, moving around, growing and shrinking; which I usually find charming, exciting and wonderful. This evokes curiosity within me, but sometimes it can be confusing or puzzling. Today I had an experience that was jarring in response to all of that change. There is a tiny little washroom by the offices on the second floor, of the G Block, underneath the painting studios (by the deck). The washroom is so strange and condensed that there isn't even any room for a mirror in front of the sink (like most washrooms have) because the paper towel dispenser is crammed between the edge of the wall and the sink. I walked into this confined closet of a washroom this evening, I simultaneously shut the door and slid out of my backpack; when in my peripheral vision I saw something move; a figure. My stomach dropped, alert, I turned wide eyed to directly confront this intruder. Who is... oh.
It was now apparent that a mirror was finally installed.

Somehow

Here I go again I slack a bit and then I make up for it the day before class and work extra hard. What is wrong with me? Well at least I am getting it done right? I need to write three more posts before my last class tomorrow morning, luckily I wrote two of them in my scribbler a long time ago that were supposed to go into my blog and somehow didn't make it. So here it goes:

I am at the Port Campus on an early Saturday afternoon and I wish I had a camera or even a video camera (although I don't like them) to document what I am seeing, then edit it to make a time lapse like many scenes on the Planet Earth series. The sky outside is very gray, the water reflects the colour of the sky and the muted landscape of George's Island and Dartmouth seem to be sandwiched between the air and water. There is an incredibly thick fog, I haven't seen; or at least noticed something like this in a long time. The fog is rushing in from the sea into the harbour, everything is being white washed, now everything is gone! I can only see some ripples of water and ducks a few feet away, if I look closely I can catch a blur of some land shapes seeking through. It's strange; my depth perception is gone and all that I am aware of is the building that I am in. The water go go on forever as far as I know, or it could stop just a few feet in front of the building. My world seems to have become smaller or larger, the only thing that constrains my perception is what I remember or what (I think) I know. It looks like I am stuck in the middle of a marshmallow or whipped cream, I wonder what it would feel or taste like, logically I know but creatively I explore. Have you ever been in a situation or have seen something that makes you imagine the world in a different way? What was it or/ is it and what was it or/ is it like?

The Joy of Christmas

There was a death yesterday in a Wal-Mart in N.Y. where 2 000 people busted the doors down at opening time, rushed in and trampled a 32 year old seasonal employee. Other employees were trying to help and started to get trampled as well. Even a pregnant women was injured. When the man was dead the shoppers continued to stream through the doors and step over his body. There was also a shooting incident in California in a Toys R' Us store, there were two people arguing about a toy and suddenly shots went off and two people were killed!
My question is what the hell is wrong with people?! It's the season of joy, giving, sharing and family. What the hell is little Johnny going to think if he received the last Elmo Live on the shelves for Christmas, but his Daddy is in prison because he shot two people to get it. Or if little Suzy finds out that her Mommy participated in stomping a man to death to get that special doll that was on sale? I'm pretty sure these kids, and people receiving these gifts would rather not get anything at all, if they knew that it resulted in death.
Disgusting.
What is happening to the North American society? What is wrong? Needless killing over unimportant, mass produced, consumer targeted, meaningless objects. I'm with William Morris on this one, lets go back to the middle ages, take joy in our lives, in our work (minus the peace work for women, and bad working conditions in the guilds) I think what would be best for our society is a complete down fall, back to the land, manual labour, no electricity, with more community and farming, less advertising and technology.

Falling

I feel like this time of the year everything starts to fall apart, I start getting stressed, getting sick, getting behind in all classes, I start to sleep in and I become later and later. The first of the semester seems fine, I'm always early and I get things done on time somehow it slowly starts to disintegrate. How does this happen? When did is start? I never really notice until the pressure is on, the end of the semester is looming and I am running around at the last minute trying to get everything finished, and sometimes projects just slip and don't get finished. It's not just me either, are we expected to do to much, or are a lot of people just plain bad at time management?

A Poem

Here is a poem that I read a few days ago when I stayed home with a cold, shivering in my bed, wrapped in multiple blankets. This poem reminds me of this computer class and computers in general' maybe some of you can relate...


Writer Waiting

Oh this shiny new computer-
There just isn't nothin' cuter.
It knows everything the world ever knew.
And with this great computer
I don't need no writin' tutor,
'Cause there ain't a single thing it can't do.
It can sort and it can spell,
It can punctuate as well.
It can find and file and underline and type.
It can edit and select,
It can copy and correct,
So I'll have a whole book written by tonight
(Just as soon as it can think of what to write).

Silverstein, Shel. Falling Up. 1. New York: Scholastic Inc., 1996.

7:35 Monday Morning

Good morning! I just woke up at 7am, I ate breakfast and now I am trying to gulp down some jasmine/ green tea to prevent my cold from progressing and write a post before class this morning. If memory serves me correctly (which it rarely does) I still had a post to write from last week in order to get caught up. I couldn't finish my homework again for this class because computers hate me in general, I spent hours in the InDesign program on the CD covers and the assignment for this week and it looks like I spent 5 minutes. Argh! So anyway, I need to go get ready so I can catch the bus in order to get to that class in time.

Just a Little Book

I recently read a tiny but good book called The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success, by Depak Chopra; this book is about life and how to have a better one, as well as a better outlook on life, getting everything you need, and want. The book is based on the Hindu religion and it ties well into another book which I have read previously called Way of the Peaceful warrior. The Way of the Peaceful Warrior is sort of like the story of a personal spiritual journey of a young man (the author), with a few made up and embellished parts to achieve his points. Wow, I sound like a bible thumper or something. Anyway, uh, the parts in the book: The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success, that stood out were the ones about giving and non-judgement which means don't judge anyone by your preconceived notions about dress, colour or whatever your thing is (everyone judges people even if they don't realize it) and every time you meet someone, wheather its the librarian, bus driver, or someone you held the door for give them something ' and the universe will give it back'. And every time you go to someone's home give them something and it doesn't have to be a material thing; a wish, a thanks, or a compliment is fine and it doesn't have to be out load either. The idea that the universe's energy will give back to me might be a bit far fetched but I do believe it effects you psychologically (I've done it and stuck with it for two weeks straight myself). I think that giving anyone you meet a wish makes you think of them positively, no matter who they are and, most people will notice this in your demeanor or body language and act positively back, because really we are all just the same, we are just people. Eventually I stopped because I got caught up in if my wish suits them or if what I wished for them was really they needed or wanted, but I don't think it really matters as long as you make a conscious effort to wish them something and act positively toward them. Another good point is that you might want to wish others something that you would like yourself like less stress for instance. Try a psychological experiment today and try this giving thing, see how much control you really have over your situations and your emotions, see how this effects you and maybe you can write a comment on it.

P.S. One other great thing that I read in this book is that you have so much power over your everyday life, and how we all react too much from what we have learned from the past. Sometimes we can't seem to control our emotions or reactions to a situation because a past memory was triggered, or because it's difficult to react any differently to a situation than you have before and it may have served as a good purpose at one time but not now. An example is if someone chooses to insult you, you can either choose to be offended; or you can choose not to be, it's really that simple, although it may not be that easy. But just think about it, many things that we think are out of are own control are not. You also might think that I am preaching, and obviously by reading some of my blogs they are emotionally charged, most of the time I can have an emotion with great intensity and then let it pass like my last two posts, and sometimes I cannot, obviously I am not enlightened. I am also working to be better I challenge you to do the same, in whatever aspect of your life you would like to change. Remember to keep a good analytical cap on, a smile (even if it's not on the outside) and a-good-kick-in-the-pants on hand just in case you need it.

Know Thyself

Know Thyself are the best words I have ever heard, they are form the Temple of Apollo at Delphi and according to Greek tale was written by Pausanias. The first time I heard about these words was when I was in Writing for the Arts in my Foundation year, which Mimi Fautly taught, she explained that it is difficult to write or put out anything without knowing who you are. As I age I feel like I learn more about myself and feel more comfortable with myself, or in my own skin, which I enjoy about aging. I still feel like I don't know myself that well, which is ironic because they really isn't anyone who should know me any better! I have been buying neuroscience, psychology books, and neropsycology books thinking that I want to understand about other people better, the mind and the brain as an organ itself, when really it's all about understanding me. I feel like I know myself pretty well but sometimes I just can't explain why I do certain things, like buying something I always buy, when I really meant to get something else etc, but I am learning about these things through books, which is actually really strange and funny if you think about it. Lately I feel like I am being pulled in some many different directions and I can cover them all fully, and to top that off it seems my body just wants to sleep, all of the time through everything and it's hard to control. How will I really know myself if I can't even control my sleeping patterns, or stop to really analyze what I am creating?

Balance

It is apparent that I am a slacker in this class; last week I didn't make any posts, I am hopeful that I will catch up on my blogs and the rest of the stuff I need to do for computer class, mainly the CD cover. I swear I will never take another Large Scale Ceramics course for only 3 credits again, it demands way too mush time, effort and it capable of ruining your body if your not careful. The Large Scale Ceramic Sculpture class took up a lot of my time last week, especially because I had to take two full days off most things and let my wrists repair.All throughout post secondary education I've been feeling like I can never put my full effort into everything at once, there is no balance just priority, so one class with fall behind more than others, depending on the work load, amount of credits etc, this semester I am taking 12 credits and working, but each class is 3 credits each so I find it difficult to find a balance, this is probably another thing I won't do again. This ceramics class might actually kill me yet we have a show in a week or so (Nov 23rd, in the Loggia space) and I am not finished building my piece, I still need to dry it out bisque it, glaze it and fire it and I don't know which glaze I am doing yet because I didn't do the rest of my glaze tests yet! It is good though because I am learning a lot and discovering that I can do a ton more than I once thought.When will I find balance in my life?

Weather

I wrote this on Tuesday in my scribbler so I would forget here it is:
The weather in Halifax, Nova Scotia the last few days have been interesting, very blustery and rainy. The stormy waters, foggy /gray sky makes the fall colors seem extremely vibrant. The wind blows through my clothes as I walk down the street and continually threatens to throw off my hat. My clothes billow out like the sails on a sailing ship and I start to feel like a hot air balloon, if it wasn't for my non-aerodynamic shape I would have flown away minutes ago. Later on before it got dark the clouds began to separate over the ocean some blue sky shone through and the sun made the clouds blush with a hint of yellow. It looked so strange because at the same time the sky was still expelling misty cold rain over the land, and I walked under the dark heavy clouds. This reminded me of the paintings of early Nova Scotia/ Halifax settlements in the A.G.N.S , so moody, so turbulent and wonderful. Maybe it's just something a Nova Scotianer can enjoy; home.

Apparently

It's apparent that I need to write something in my blog before class tomorrow morning, so here is one entry.

Fighting Time

I was just on the computer trying to get some things done for a project for another class and I realized that I haven't made another post yet for this week so I guess I should. The important matter at he moment seems to be my focus at the moment, and in the recent years it has been increasingly so. I just don't seem to have enough time to complete all of my requirements all of the time. I have no balance, although sometimes convince myself I do. There is always something that I could focus more on, my laundry for example, or my social life, calling my little sisters, working more to make more money, unpacking boxes, arranging furniture, working out, cooking and eating healthier food, going to the doctor for a flu shot etc. I also find it difficult at times to focus fully on all of my classes equally all of the time, it seems that something always drags behind. The passing of time is something else I find frustrating, something I can't control, it's happening as I write and as you read this, it's unstoppable (for me at least, unless you have access to a time machine or a superpower you're holding out on). Time is something that I am very aware of as of late, the perception of time I also find very interesting. Like on the bus for example, waiting to get to a destination, and the time during traffic hour will barely seem to be moving yet you look down at your watch and suddenly an hour has passed and you're not there yet. In contrast time can seem to move incredibly fast (which is usually the case for me) last week you ha an assignment and the next class seems so far away, you plan to do things for that assignment on certain days at certain time slots, thing arise, that assignment or other projects seems to take longer than expected and suddenly here you are working on that project at 3am the day of the class. How does this happen? This year is my third year at University and I thought it would get easier to manage time, and somehow it doesn't seem any different, in fact it seems the more I age the faster time goes, mostly due to more obligations, I keep on thinking about when I was in Elementary School a fifteen minute recess seemed to long I could accomplish everything I wanted to and still have extra time, now it seems to get everything done to the degree I would either learn how to pause time while I worked on things, develop superhuman speed, or never sleep (which sometimes seems like is the case). Anyway enough rambling for now, I need to go do drawing homework. Any instructions on how to pause time, or develop superhuman speed are welcome!

Autumn

Okay so I've been slacking on the blog this week but I swear I will get my two entries done. Here is a post that I actually wrote about in my notebook first so that I wouldn't forget exactly how I wanted it to sound. So here it goes...

I have been watching the seasons change rapidly lately and I can't seem to get these images out of my head. When my mind begins to wonder I start picturing these images, and thinking about them. I would like to create some work about it, but I am not sure what that will be yet, (I took some photos today I will post them below). Lately I just can't stop looking st the ground and the world around me, I see it changing everyday, every minute, all of the time, I find this fascinating. There are various types of leaves, colors and textures piling up on the sidewalks recently and when the combination of the weather and the traffic of marching feet rush by over time impressions of the leaves begin to emerge. They are like drawings, or ink sanguine ink stains on the sidewalk from these deteriorating, biodegradable pieces of colored material. What I fins interesting is that many of these markings have great detail when fresh and eventually fade over a few days. There are also these smudges that seem to be pulling off of the leaf drawings that develop over time, and I can figure out exactly why this happens, but it pleases me in an aesthetic way and they seem to suggest movement, which I really like. I think of these markings that can be seen all over the city as collaborative works between nature, unconscious human activity and time which leaves an attractive residue on the pavement. So next time you are walking on the city sidewalks take a few moments and look down; just be careful of object in your path (such as lamp posts) and other pedestrians.

Assignment

So this assignment is to get to know someone better in my computer class. We all get random partners and have to write about them . My partner is Emma, I have asked her some questions and in response to those questions I have created an imaginary creature...

The Emma Procyon (genus) is a mammal which is closely related to the common raccoon. Yet they have very little similar physical characteristics. The color of this species seems to vary depending on mood or even the season, and has some camelion type characteristics. Lately the Emma Procyon is emmiting a green tinge to it's fur. The black/grey bandant-like mask seems to be quite similar to the raccoon, as well as the size of the animal. This animal can be found in various parts of the world such as Milan, and New York but seems to reside in the Eatern reagons of Canada, and usually lives in cities. The Emma Procyon is mostly a nocternal animal but will be occassionally seen in the day, only out of nessesity (in search for food), with a sleepless glaze over it's eyes. The Emma Procyon's diet consists mainly of a found diet, it is a "scrounger" on the constant search for discarded desserts from high class resturants, and various types of cheese. If nothing is available the Emma Procyon has been known to eat small amounts of fruit or vegetables. The Emma Procyon is a friendly creature but is rarely seen because of it's nocternal habits, strangely enough this animal has been seen in packs of wild dogs, but has been known to associate with the household canine. This animal's prime is in the autumn, and has been known to be sneek around on Halloween night looking for dropped candy on the the ground. The Emma Procyon is a very new species to the scientific world and still needs to be fully researched to understand it's full nature and habits.

School Thoughts

Think. Remember. Come up with a brilliant concept, that can be put into a visual language somehow. Which medium and what color, glaze or texture will it need to be? Will people understand this? What I am doing? I have to work. I need to do homework. Class. Will I be there in time? Hurry. Run! Transportation takes to long. Deadlines. Breathe. Relax? Social life? Where am I? It's all most over. So much at once. Don't forget to eat. What's cooking? What about the future, whaen I'll I can think about is now and next week? Did I forget something? I have to go. Juggle. Where am I going again? It's due tomorrow morning. I choose this for myself, I love it and I hate it. The money. I am late. Oh, and don't forget to sleep tonight.

Try Again.

So here I go I am going to try to add this stupid link thing again. The first time I added successfully but the link didn't work, I tried early this morning and it still didn't work. So I'll add it again and hopefully this post will work.
Here is the link to a Ron Mueck site. Cross your fingers, and hope it will work this time.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/gallery/2005/12/29/GA2005122900888_index_frames.htm?startat=1

Whoops!

Okay so apparently I screwed up one of the links for a Ron Mueck site I'll try again instead this time I am just going to copy and pate to make it a little bit easier. Hopefully it works this time.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/gallery/2005/12/29/GA2005122900888_index_frames.htm?startat=1

Ironc.

Today I was exhausted and slept in until about 11 (I had no classes today) I got up, got ready, threw some stuff in my back pack and left to catch the bus. I got to school and got ready to mix about 18, 100g batches of glaze, I needed to get this done by tomorrow morning at 9-ish because that's when the test firing for my class would be. I decided to stay later and not walk down to catch the 3:45pm ferry to Dartmouth, then catch the bus and get to work 20 minutes early. Instead I would shell out the cash and pay for a cab for once (they are so much faster) and thus I could spend more time on mixing glazes and finish. I lost track of time it was now 3:50pm and I needed to leave soon, so I could catch a cab and get to work on time. I left. I went to Superstore and got some cash out of the ATM (which cost me $1.50 extra because it wasn't my bank) and I called a cab. I waited. And waited. I called again. 40 minutes later my shift started and I wasn't there, I called to let them know that I would be late, but I wasn't sure how late. I was hungry, I haven't really eaten since 11am (I usually eat every 3-4 hours to keep my metabolism up) I had juice at 1pm but that doesn't really count. I searched my bag for that apple or pear that I put in my bag this morning, hmm, I guess I forgot to actually put them in my bag. I was in front of a grocery store and could get a salad or something, but if I got in and try to get through the line up, my cab would probably show up, and leave because I wasn't there. Sigh. I was so hungry. Even if I did have enough time to go in, I probably would be able to have enough time to eat it outside in the rain on that bench,before the cab came anyway. Maybe I'll grab something later. My cab finally shows up. I would've had enough time. Grumble.

So apparently there was something going on with his computer and the signal didn't show up until a few minutes before I saw him. He greeted me with "Hi. You've been waiting a while". Yeah. I explained that I was late for work now. He said that he would try to get me there as soon as he could "Where are you going?" I said I was going to Dartmouth "Oh no!" he said "There has been an accident on the bridge". So long story short we crawled on Barrington Street for 50 minutes just trying to get on the bridge. Once we got on the bridge I saw 5 cars piled up with cops, a tow truck, Elizabeth Chu (on her cell phone) from CTV News with a camera guy, and a firetruck. Shit, it looked so crazy there were cars underneath cars... I hope they all are okay (the drivers were gone before I got there). So I was an hour and twenty minutes late and I explained what happened to a manager and she that said it was okay because that was something I couldn't control, she was just glad I showed up. I got changed, bought a chocolate bar from the vending machine, that I didn't even like (gross milk chocolate) and ate it secretly while I worked. I worked 4 hours and 20 minutes so I only got an 15minute break, so I bought a chocolate milk and granola bar at 8:45. Not real food. I got home at 10:30pm-11-ish and I realised that I didn't even have to go through all of that.

I asked my instructor for that class as I was leaving, when he was doing the glaze test firings tomorrow, he replied "Oh, I'm not doing it tomorrow now, I'm doing them on Saturday". So I guess he was giving us 3 days instead of 2 to get the test tiles/glazes done and didn't notify us. So I guess I didn't have to stay late to mix and measure out all the ingredients to the milligram, so that it would be faster when I came in a 7 the next morning. So I could just sieve the mixes and add water and try to get that done and on the tiles before 9. I guess I could have walked down to the ferry when I planned to, (completely skip the bridge) caught the bus, made it to work 20 minutes early, ate a decent meal and not have been an hour and twenty minutes late. When I realised that, I laughed.

P.S. It turns out it was a 9 car pile up. Some cars were removed by the time I got there. Everyone was somehow okay. The cab driver was really nice and not the kind that just egnore you and turn the music up really loud. The cab only cost 7 dollars more that normal ($27). As I was getting out of the cab the driver said "wow. An hour we could have gotten from Halifax to Truro in that time". Ha ah ha ha ha! I could have gotten to a comletely different region.

Link Addage

Okay, I have finally gotten around to doing my homework and I figured out how to put this stupid link thing on my blog (by the way it was super easy once I used my eyes and looked around). My homework was to make a link on my blog to a site of an artist whom I like and then write about them. I chose this artist Ron Mueck, he is a wonderful realist artist who makes sculptures the are bigger than life size or smaller, I am inspired by both. He hand paints his works, even down to the veins that would be seen through the flesh and punches the hair (usually acrylic fibre) into the scalp. Mueck uses silicone, latex, fibreglass, acrylic paint and acrylic fibre. I couldn't find much about the concept of his work, I found out where he grew up, who his parents are, and what he did for the first part of his career life. Ron Mueck was born in Melbourne, Australia, 1958, his parents were toy makers and for 15 years he made models and puppets for kids shows. Later he went on to make models for commercial photography, then he decided that 'photography kills sculpture' and decided to sculpt and exhibit his work on his own terms.
I like Mueck's work because it is so direct, it has power, even if the scale is small. The power in his work has to do with the fact they are so real looking, nothing false sometimes too real. My favorite works at the moment are Dead Dad (1996-97) which is a small figure of his naked Father on the floor and it is the only work where he uses his own hair, Mother and child (2002) which is a woman who looks ragged and exhausted after just giving birth to a child, the baby is still attached by the umbilical cord resting on the woman's stomach and they look at each other. These works are seem so powerful to me, somewhat shocking but full of emotion and real, maybe hyper-real (like emotions can be) and unromantic like life can be. Just beautiful and stunning.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/up-dyn/content/gallery/2005/12/29/GA2005122900888-index-frame.htm?startat=1

http://www.paintalicious.org/2007/09/14/ron-mueck-hyper-realist-sculptor/

Here I am.

As Promised here is a picture of me, Alesia (pronounced A-lesh-a, think "flesh") during the "Golden Hour" as I heard once discribed. The Golden Hour is a time of day right before the sun goes down and makes evetything seem yellowy-gold. This picture is blurry, my face is shiny, hair messy because I just woke up from a nap. Never the less, here I am. I really like the colors not the actual subject matter.

Music in Unexpected Places

This happened last week but I couldn't stop thinking about it, sometimes when my mind wonders I think about this experience. Last week one afternoon I was on my way home after class, I should have went to the ceramics studio but I was exhausted from finishing my drawing homework early in the morning. I was travelling on the bus the same bus that I travel on everyday at least two times a day for 45 minutes at a time. Usually I do a lot of thinking, sketching or reading history when I am on the bus. I was so tired that day I didn't want to do anything, I was starring into space, hearing muffled speech and percussion from other people's headphones. I was watching building and places go by that I see everyday with different scenes, and people set in front of them. Humm... how mundane. Then something clued in... I have been hearing this low, vague sound for awhile now and I finally thought, what is that?! Where is it coming from? I discovered it was coming from the back of the bus, it sounded like an experiemental trumpet piece by a mucian from a jazz band. Kind of nice, suprising and funny actually. The more that I listened the more I realised that these improve sounds coincided with the meovements of the bus, mostly the up and down movements, I started to smile. When we got to a main stop the bus driver got out and looked all aroung the bus to see if anything was wrong. I watched him. He seemed perplexed, scratched his head and got back in his seat and began to drive. The music started agian, I listened to it all the way home. Maybe the bus felt like expressing itself a bit differently that day. Later I explored this thought and wondered what the world would sound like if buses could run on various types of music, or musical instruments. What would our city sound like compared to what are current sound scape is? Maybe someone in our class could do a peice on this, I would love to hear it.

Strange

Today was such a strange and long day, I got up at 6:30am and was rushing around trying to get my act together, trying to remember to bring homework, tuition thing I need to bring to work on other projects etc. It suddenly became 7:25am and I thought I had to leave in five so that I could get to class in time and I didn't even put a brush through my hair yet, argh! Then I realized that it was Monday not Tuesday and that I didn't have to leave as early to get to the port campus on time. I got myself together in a half hour and had ample time, and went to school.
Today in Foundation Computer class we were working in Photoshop and when I left the class room at the end my brain was dead, I wanted to get to the bus stop by Scotia Square and it seemed my body was just leading me in random directions down and across the building. I had to stop. Were was I going again, how would I get there? I mapped out several routes quickly in my head and decided to pick one; no that's not the best one; what about this one? No. Okay this one. I started walking and realized that our old campus which is a mass of old buildings which are connected and reconnected continuously is sort of like the human thought process in a way. A thought is so random, and non-linear drifting from one thing to the next and sometimes not knowing where your going and forgetting where you just were, and there are multiple ways to get to one place in particular. Then I started thinking about the computer and how there are so many different ways just to get to one place and humans created the computer and their programs with such structure and yet they can be manipulated in such non-linear ways ex: the Internet, you go on a web site, see an ad of a link and click on it, then go so where else from there etc. Soon you end up somewhere completely different an hour later and forget what you where doing in the first place. Any way I think I'm rambling and starting not to make sense, I am tired, anyway just a few random thoughts.
Later

Homework

This week, one of the things I need to do for homework is to post a picture, any picture, but I was planning to post a real picture of my self, to compare with my blind contour drawing (just for fun). Unfortunatly I currently have a cold, my nose is chapped (from blowing out the sniffles), as well as my lips. My face also has suddenly decided to acuire a few zits (I know I sound so glamourous right now) . So maybe I post a full picture at a later date, for now I'll give everyone a sneek peak and just give you guys a cropped image.

Sick,Tired and Technically Challenged.

Where do I start?... Well I discovered yesterday that I can no longer type in my URL (at least on my computer) in order to find my blog, I cannot Google it because it cannot be found, this happened after I changed my profile, I am not sure if this has any connection what-so-ever. Currently as I am writing this post the auto save is failing, so if anything strange happens during the time that I am writing this, I may be waisting my time because it will be wiped out. This week I am supposed to post a picture in my blog but my camera is malfunctioning, I just tried to turn it on but it turned on and then right back off again, I am hoping that that batteries are dead, and it doesn't have anything to do with that fact that I have been toting it around in the bottom of my backpack all week. (I was searching for my camera yesterday and I wasn't able to find it anywhere. Just about when I was about to loose it, I remembered that I may have placed my camera in my backpack for my Monday computer class.) Does any one else have these current memory lapses, especially when looking for objects, assignment outlines etc? Or is everyone super organized, and could give me some tips on how to organize my life, or at least just some of my stuff?

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So, it's about 9am on Friday. September, 12th (I think) and I am forced to write a blog for my Foundation Computer class. I am not really sure what to write but I thought I had to start somewhere. I guess I'll tell people a little about myself... I am a student that goes to NSCAD University in Nova Scotia (Canada) I am currently enrolled in my 3rd year out of a 4 year Fine Art program. I will probably be going to school for and extra half a year, and maybe some summer classes. My major is interdisciplinary and my favorite mediums are ceramics (clay etc), paint, drawing materials and a camera/darkroom (not a digital camera) . I plan to graduate and my an art therapist, and helping people/ disabled people express themselves through art making. I have included on my first post this "picture" of myself as my instructor has asked, except I am in the process of moving and I seemed to have misplace my digital camera. So I drew a blind contour drawing of myself this morning soon after I woke up (a line drawing that is done without looking at the page) and it should appear here somewhere.

So I tried to post about an hour ago, and I am so technically challenged that I obviously did not work. So I'll try it again. Now It is about 10am on a Friday. 12th, 2008 during the month of September. The whole blog thing is somewhat new to me. I have read other blogs before and generally the are sometimes funny, witting and engaging because you realise that others are quite a lot like you and you are not as strange as you think you are. You realise that others also have various things in life that happen to the that are uncontrollable, funny, strange and sometimes make them angry, and that these occur to everybody, not just you in particular. I personally have looked at others blogs and have like what I have seen. I have never really wanted to create one myself, mostly because I am not witty or funny, and really have nothing to say to strangers most of the time, except comments about the weather today, the past week or month. You may be wondering why I am creating a blog, well that is because I am taking this foundation computer class that I recently discovered I needed to take for a photography class. In this foundation computer class one of my assignments is to keep a blog and post in it at least twice a week so if you don't see anything more after this I might be failing. Also in this assignment I may have to post some of my work, which I really don't like doing because generally I think it sucks, is never finished and I don't like people stealing my concepts, which has happened before when I have shared my art concepts to people. Also don't expect me to keep up this blog after Christmas because by then this class will be over.
Salute.