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A rather noble savage
Sep. 22nd, 2004 08:22 amSo no video for us last night as troupe member S- who had the illicit tape never showed up. Ah well there was much talking and watching of other videos and E-'s daughter D- to run around like a hyperactive lemur and amuse us. D- has her own itty-bitty little dance costume and a blanket she insists is a "veil". It is just about the most adorable thing you have ever seen in your life. A moment I'll never forget is D- lying on the floor giggling madly as Alyne danced over her, brushing her with a veil. It was almost too sweet for words.
Was very bad and had two lemon bars, I'm going to be paying for that tonight. I'm thinking I'll bust out my Goddess workout video and see if I can keep up with Delphina now that I know what the heck she's doing.
Finally got some laundry done yesterday just before![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silkblade turned up to carpool down to B-'s. If there is one thing in this universe that is guaranteed to drive me mad it's when there are a very finite number of machines in a complex and some asshole decides to leave his (yes, his in this case) wet clothing sitting in a machine hours after it's finished. May the gods grant him a healthy growth of mold in his skivvies. Why would you do such a thing? Is it really so hard to keep an eye on the clock and just go switch your clothes to the drier?
And another thing, if your laundry room consists of one washer and one drier it's really kind of shitty to finish your drying then stand there hogging the machine while you slowly fold your clothing. Have you no horizontal surfaces in your apartment? People need those machines, they're not your own personal laundry table. ARGH!
*/rant*
Sorry, that just pisses me off.
Anyway, I saw some news coverage of the new museum that opened up in D.C. dedicated to the Native American. I admit I felt a little twinge of envy as I listened to several of the curators discussing various objects in the collection. When I noticed a piece I'd actually discussed in some depth in my thesis work years ago the twinge intensified. I wondered if I'd stuck it out in academia and museum work if I might have had a chance at working there. My studies of the image of the "Vanishing American" (centered around the sculpture, "End of the Trail") might very well have gotten me a foot in the door. Between my thesis and my critical writing on modern Native American art who knows.
Of course the bigger question is, even if I had achieved such a goal, would I be happier or more contented with my life than I am today? Would I be more fulfilled? That I'm not convinced of, despite the pained howling of my inner scholar. I may be playing the "what if" game for a few more days at least.
Was very bad and had two lemon bars, I'm going to be paying for that tonight. I'm thinking I'll bust out my Goddess workout video and see if I can keep up with Delphina now that I know what the heck she's doing.
Finally got some laundry done yesterday just before
silkblade turned up to carpool down to B-'s. If there is one thing in this universe that is guaranteed to drive me mad it's when there are a very finite number of machines in a complex and some asshole decides to leave his (yes, his in this case) wet clothing sitting in a machine hours after it's finished. May the gods grant him a healthy growth of mold in his skivvies. Why would you do such a thing? Is it really so hard to keep an eye on the clock and just go switch your clothes to the drier?And another thing, if your laundry room consists of one washer and one drier it's really kind of shitty to finish your drying then stand there hogging the machine while you slowly fold your clothing. Have you no horizontal surfaces in your apartment? People need those machines, they're not your own personal laundry table. ARGH!
*/rant*
Sorry, that just pisses me off.
Anyway, I saw some news coverage of the new museum that opened up in D.C. dedicated to the Native American. I admit I felt a little twinge of envy as I listened to several of the curators discussing various objects in the collection. When I noticed a piece I'd actually discussed in some depth in my thesis work years ago the twinge intensified. I wondered if I'd stuck it out in academia and museum work if I might have had a chance at working there. My studies of the image of the "Vanishing American" (centered around the sculpture, "End of the Trail") might very well have gotten me a foot in the door. Between my thesis and my critical writing on modern Native American art who knows.
Of course the bigger question is, even if I had achieved such a goal, would I be happier or more contented with my life than I am today? Would I be more fulfilled? That I'm not convinced of, despite the pained howling of my inner scholar. I may be playing the "what if" game for a few more days at least.
