Music Today: Salif Kaita at Disappearing Boy's
Thursday, Dec. 09, 2004 - 11:16 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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The Day Slides By Taking Slides
Dang! Tried to post an entry before bed last night but I think my cable was offline... I first thought it was Diaryland cuz it said "connection failure" but I soon recognized that everything wasn't working... not even Google! (AAAH!!! IT IS THE END OF THE WORLD!!! AAAGGGHHH!!) But it's ok, all seems to be back now.
So here's my entry that was written at 4:30 am, not 11:16 am like it says here. cheers!
Cripely Cripey. Where do the days go????
I gotta get to bed... another too-late wednesday night with watercolor in the morning.
I TRIED to get started on the Dog Gang sketches... only got two pages drawn. Gotta get this
I was supposed to be home at 2:45 for Disappearing Boy to pick me up to take slides of his paintings... to miss the rush hour traffic (which starts like two seconds after 3pm here in Montreal). At 3pm he hadn't yet arrived so I thought... check for messages. Haha. The silly boy left a message saying "I'll wait at home for you to call me before I leave". That was NOT the deal. So I called him, he was at home way to hell and gone, and didn't get here til nearly four.
Yes all my rushing to be ready on time was for naught. Yes we sat in rush hour traffic for like an hour.
But we stopped at three places where his paintings were hanging all framed in gold on the walls (two places even with little spotlights installed! yay for the suburbs!!)... yowza, so funny! And we set up the system... the tungsten lamps and the camera tripod and all, and played with the grey card ... such fun playing photographer.
So he got mugshots of all his paintings... I hope I did all the camera settings right (and yes, yes, I bracketed and bracketed) and they turn out exceptional and he gets his $12,500 grant he is going for cuz he'll take me to dinner.
Haha, he took me to dinner tonight... well, I wanted pizza and he treated. Anyways I didn't get home til 10:30 pm... so much for the day. I thought if we left at 2:45 I'd be home by 7pm and have the whole evening. Haha.
But it is so nice to hang with him. He is someone I had a huge kick on in 1988, and we were together like 2 days and I wanted to have his baby (funny how easily birth control is bought and not used), but I didn't and he left me and had a baby with someone else (she's now 13, boggling isnt it!!)... anyways, we totally get along. Totally. Doing projects together, and when we start talking we just never stop. I even asked him if I talk too loud and he said "no, why?". yay!!
Anyways. No sparks that I can discern. But I can see I am still attracted to intelligent talkative artsy guys with small masculine bodies. hehe. Dang anyways.
It is a good thing cuz he is Disappearing Boy. So we are just friends and then I don't get upset when he disappears. He wants to go back to Gaspesie, or wherever... the countryside in the middle of nowhere. He wants to get his grant so he can spend half a year doing nothing but painting in a studio. That's cool.
It was funny... today we were at his brother's house (married with three kids in the suburbs... you know garage, two floors with finished basement... his artsy brother's paintings in gold frames with lights)... and his brother was like "when the heck is he going to get his big break!!" and I was like ... oh his paintings will be worth something after he dies.. .you better hope he goes before you! LOL!
One place the woman freaked when I went to set the white (yes, clean and white) diffusing paper for the lights on her beige sofa: "No No!! The sofa is WHITE, you can't put anything on it, it gets dirty!!". I did notice she put her ass on the sofa, AND holding the little white yappy dog too. Too funny. But we set up the lamps and took a photo of D. Boy's painting in her livingroom. Can you believe she asked if the lamps would change the colors on the painting? I mean hello, they were on it for the time to take four slides, click click click click. Two 500 watt photo bulbs. Ruin the color on her paintings. I hate to say it to her, but when she dies her face will rot and it will be ruined. Get over it lady. sheesh.
So, that was my day.
Got home, walked the dog, read 43 new emails, called mom for Christmas present ideas (haha, she suggested various small things like books, but she needs a tv which she says is too expensive. I dunno. She bought ME a tv ... ordered it from some store and they delivered it to me... I can do that yup. haha. a tv. there we go... ) and did two pages of sketch on the dog gang book and here it is so late.
Gotta hit the sack.
Here is my horoscope for Wednesday, December 8:
ps, do you think I'd be absolutely insane to adopt a baby from China?? I dunno... I get grumpy when my schedule is upset... hmmm. maybe maybe not... crotchety I'm getting to be. Hmmmmm.
>>>>>OK that's it! I'm off to walk the dog and run to the class! cheers!
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