Digital hibernation

I haven't been feeling too Internet-drawn lately, just doing the basic check email, check blogs, check my bank balance, and that's usually when I've checked out at work. Once I get home from a day of classes and world travels in scanning and staring at a computer screen, all I want to do is eat and finish homework and curl up until eight the next morning. But at least I have a camera:

Too much of a slump to type, suffice it to say doing well despite darkening days tinged with nostalgia. I've been missing a lot lately, and I guess my web-avoidance is an attempt to make a little more tolerable my "reminiscences of the day mixed with some memories from the past." I'm looking forward too some sort of return bumbling through this big world, dreaming of certain people and certain places and certain times in my life while acting out adolescently in the dark on the bridge and getting much too wibbly and excited by movies I watched when I was six.

Catching up: at home

Catching up: on sleep, on homework, on eating apples and carrots and salads and water, on work, on would I like to draw clover leaf patterns (yes!), on would I like to meet sometime next week (yes! yes!), and on blogging.

Catching up: at my "first art show," and eating buffalo wings

Salads, squeegees

Today's uneaten salad: lettuce, avocados, cucumbers, red cabbage, pepitas, garbanzo beans at the last second--uneaten because of its accompanying fish tacos. Sorry, salad. I'll eat you soggy tomorrow.

Earlier, I screen printed for the first time with Tom, which was exciting and inspiring and made me much much too too impatient for a future beyond prerequisite calculus, chemistry, biology, physics and introductory drawing classes, thinking about frenchships while printing peas, carrots, broccoli on six-to-twelve-month onesies.

Dreaming about a CSA box for next year's apartment (and next year's apartment) and trying to track down a Santa Cruz subscription before the season is over. Two Friendly Farms four-week trial as a trial-run for when spring rolls back around? Maybe it'll be a kale winter. It's been a vegetable day.

Where I've been: LACMA

Where I've been: De Young Museum

Blogsploration

I spent my first five weeks of summer in this exact configuration, it feels like. Tiny dorm bed with the smell of the foam mattress pad seeping through, down comforter warmed by the sun with all the feathers fallen off to queen sides from long twin mattress, endless red lines squiggling like coral or the unimaginable human brain I studied in my Intro Psych course, but focusing most of my attention on my Komtrak Inspiral notebook and the several pieces of colored paper I cut from one large square, filling in lines and dots with my Pigma Micron 02 pen and no thinner and no fatter, colored with Crayola and Prang while I dream of Prismacolor to come, while my head is a mess of perspective and vizualization and mapping techniques and reflection and shine and the basic planes of the head I just wanted and want to stipple into oblivion and draw everything everything everything with a broken Meyer lemon branch by my side smelling so sweet and still unripe.

But onto other things, now. Out of summer school, I'm rushing around Northern California, trying to see everyone and everything before seventeen days in Los Angeles and Canada.

And with that exploration comes this one, and this one wild word to follow. We'll see.