Quotes of the day:
"It can giggle all it wants but the galaxy's not getting any of our bourbon!"
~ 'Trip', from the episode of Enterprise called 'Shuttlepod One'.
"...so you see my son, there is a very fine line between love and nausea."
~ from the movie, 'Coming to America'
Where has the time gone? I know ~ I say something along the same lines in nearly every entry.
I am still bone tired. I have all these doubts swirling around in my head. This is a prime arena to air them but the usual syndrome hit ~ I kept saying, "I'll do it tomorrow," or "I can't write about this right now!" I keep asking myself, am I doing the right thing by being here? Am I seriously out of my league? All the stress associated with going back to college has highlighted the stresses at home. I don't have anyone I can bounce my thoughts off of ~ C.M. is never here and when he is, he sequesters himself in his room and acts as if I am the worst irritation in the world. He says that he's just tired but excuses don't make it right. I try not to talk about anything very deep with my mom. I just about go into sugar shock with her little 'feel good' lectures. It feels so backwards with her at times ~ when I was a kid, she wanted to be my friend and now that I'm an adult, she wants to be a parent. Bleh. O.k...time to step back and quit bitching until I am caught up on my sleep. Then we'll see how the situation looks.
This is one of those nights where I wish I had someone to just curl up with for a while and enjoy the company (hopeless romantic that I am). I guess Kitt will just have to do...until he gets pissed off because his pillow is not behaving properly. Hehehehehe
On a much different note, Conner Trinneer must be a great actor. When I see him, I think Yeah, o.k. ~ he's alright but not really my type. Seems to be a little on the snotty side. But when I see him as Charles (Trip) Tucker on Enterprise, I say, "Damn! That Trip is one mighty fine man!!" I am such a nerd.
Today was actually pretty interesting, even though I felt like a yokel amongst most of the cultured folks (which could be another topic altogether...) The art students went on a field trip to the (_insert dramatic music and lighting here_) Frist Center for the Visual Arts in Nashville. I finally got to see actual works of Cindy Sherman; Andy Warhol, N.C. and Andrew Wyeth (I was hoping that I'd get to see one of Jamie Wyeth's works but not this time.) Edward Curtis and Diego Rivera. Except for the Sherman photo, all the works I liked were upstairs in the An Enduring Legacy: Art of the Americas from the Nashville Collections. There was even a photo of Frida Kahlo. If I could have figured out a way to smuggle that out, I would have in a Mercury second. By a stroke of luck, I grabbed the brochure about the exhibit which has the photo in it. I wish I had a few more copies ~ I'd plaster them everywhere!
Frida was an interesting person and I love her work. Her work is nothing but her naked soul on canvas. All her passion and her pain (of which there was plenty, due only partially from a club foot and a bus accident when she was a teen where a metal bar went through her uterus) went into her work. Even though she has been dead all these years, I can still feel a 'magnetism' in photographs of her. Perhaps I'm just being hopeless again. If I use a horrible cliche', I could say that if she were the earth, I'd be the moon.
Yes ~ that is one horrid cliche'! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Hehehehehehe!!
(I can only imagine all the brimstone and hellfire stuff that will probably go through my dad's mind if he reads this. It will probably bring up questions that I don't know if I'm ready to answer. (_in my best Vancombe Lady voice_) but ya know what? I don't care. It's my life. Not to put too fine of a point on it, even though I like having him in my life (despite a few as-of-yet-unanswered questions) but if he doesn't like it then our relationship can go back to what it was ~ he can go his way and I'll go mine. I'll be damned if I'm going to even think about changing what and who I am for anyone.)
One work that blew me away was Die Falle (The Trap), by
Gregory Barsamian. It works on the same principle as a flip book ~ all these separate images are attached to a metal frame. When it is set spinning in front of the flickering light of a movie projector, the images appear to crawl out of a sleeping man's ear, up the frame (while morphing into a wheel and then a squared wheel before morphing back into a human shape) and into mousetrap disguised as a bed at the top. 'The Trap' is a german euphemism for 'bed' ~ perhaps a telling commentary of modern life?
I think I finally understand the appeal of Andy Warhol...in some respects. There were two of his works there ~ Cagney and Portrait of Jamie Wyeth. It was the portrait I could appreciate ~ there were great swaths of color where you could see the brushstrokes and the portrait was silkscreened over it. It was tres cool.
Well, time to end this entry. I've sat here long enough. I'd better quit before I come up with even more horrid cliche's.
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