also, lots of dress ideas:
p.s. don’t steal my ideas.
p.p.s. is this more interesting as a slightly un-readable but visually interesting picture, or would be better as a typed out bulletted list?
when the portland food carts seemed too far away, or too complicated, or something, we ended up eating lunch here:
it’s like television, but it’s also like lunch!! you pick the sushi you want to eat off little plates that move around you on a little conveyor belt!! and then you pay based on the amount and color of the plates in front of you!!
and, with a mission statement like this, how can you go wrong:“We are confident that satisfying our customers will bring us the most happiness as we contribute to American society by properly representing sushi as a traditional Japanese food.”
it was a magical afternoon. I wish I took some pictures.
quote by aliya bonar, said after a delicious breakfast of donuts.
then i walked outside, and mary was fixing the car:
she basically fixed the whole thing with her hands and a bobbypin. wow.
then we went to voodoo donuts for an event listed on the program we weren’t sure was even an art event or maybe it was just eating donuts. it turned out to be both. and, it was organized by former elsewhere artists lauren kurtz and steve beatty. so we ate donuts! and reunionized about elsewhere! here is our elsewhere reunion photo, even though most of us never knew each other at elsewhere anyways.
top: eliza fernand, lauren mccleary (the only one to actually never have been at elsewhere, but heavily involved otherwise so she counts anyways), steve beatty, laurel kurtz. bottom: hannah clark, mary rothlisberger, aliya bonar, amber phelps-bonderoff.
that might be what happened to my waterbottle i left in the art building. according to miss amber phelps-bonderoff.
so tired. don’t want to blog. and all my pictures turned out like crap so suck it up and read the words i write instead. sorry.
day 1 of the conference! holy crap! such a packed day!
i feel like a bizarre world traveler lately. Like I should be staying at home and staying still and doing the logical and predictable recent graduate thing of working really hard at a job that is lame and feeling really confused about my life.
But instead I get this opportunity to travel around and go visit all these amazing people and conferences and places. I am collecting and gathering and trying to understand it all more. and, feeling rather privileged about it and trying to justify that, which isn’t terribly useful or productive.
leaving greensboro, nc. i’m not sure when i’ll see this place again, although I definitely said that last november. As i was leaving (wishing there was an ocean on one side so that I could orient myself, figure out which tree is which, which street is one I know or could know, where my friends are, where I fit within that vague abstract landscape shape) I was really mad at that place, at somewhere that I could put so much energy, love, friendship, time into and yet i still can just leave. How can a place a tree a house a sofa a cd you’ve listened to on end since last may not remember how much you’ve loved it? how can it just keep existing and housing new people and holding up other people’s butts playing songs over and over without knowing you have left?
anyways, before this gets too dramatic, this post is reporting that i’ve made it here to the westest of all west coasts, about as far away from lovely south florida as I could manage within the continental United States, in Portland OR. I’m in someone’s house, and they all seem very friendly and nice and my friends both in the other room (traveled from Boise, ID and Montreal, CA) and somewhere nearby apparently but basically I’m just very happy that I trucked my sleeping bag 3,298 miles across the country and that I get to sleep in it tonight.
Goodnight universe. Tomorrow is going to be so incredible. Tonight will be sweet dreams about art and friends and west coast hotties.