stop writing me emails and leaving messages on my phone, i'm ok and alive and have just been a little bit busy. or actually, a lot busy.
but i am here now. and i have several things to share.
i only realized late this afternoon that today is leap day, or however you refer to it, and oh, that must be a sign of some sort, or involve a superstition, but really, in my world, it means that i get to go around shouting "happy leap day!" in inexplicable volumes to some poor sods.
so here goes, in no particular order:
exhibit 1: wherein the title character finds her first non-college roommate somehow transported from brooklyn to asheville and meets at a little bakery where they speak for a length of time whilst drinking orangina. and roommate falls asleep.
just kidding. that was some poor photography on my part. and roommate will remain nameless to retain her innocence, although her picture has now been emblazoned on the inter-net. forgive me.
in reality though, it was a lesson in adulthood. seeing each other many years later, what our lives have become, and where they are going, was infinitely interesting. and that they intersected at a point further down the line makes you wonder what else is in store.
just kidding. that was some poor photography on my part. and roommate will remain nameless to retain her innocence, although her picture has now been emblazoned on the inter-net. forgive me.in reality though, it was a lesson in adulthood. seeing each other many years later, what our lives have become, and where they are going, was infinitely interesting. and that they intersected at a point further down the line makes you wonder what else is in store.exhibit 2: my romantic valentine's date, below.
exhibit 3: my poorly executed photo in the middle of the night and far away, from last wednesday's eclipse.
exhibit 4: unaccompanied by a photograph, a wonderful story was recounted to me this week about a very romantic (read: as in the sense of a novel, and not in the sense of love) chance meeting between sister and norwegian pop singer, subtle, and real, and sweet. both tired, echoing each other's statements, speaking in the third person. latter wearing a gigantic fur hat. these are the mystical stories that ny is made of and which i can love from afar. am convinced that the encounter will end up on said singer's blog, am coercing sister to document this in the way only she can.
exhibit 5, final exhibit: finally, finally. yesterday evening attended a figure drawing session for the first time in almost exactly 10 years. had feelings of extreme intimidation and have to admit that committing to sitting in the same place for long stretches of time was extremely difficult, almost painful at times, as was focusing and being a patient and diligent observer. but it's something i wish to do and i must perservere and practice and actually put my mind to something, one thing, as opposed to letting it flit back and forth, never stopping. and in the effort to break myself from the extreme fear of criticism am putting up my last 15 minute sketch, which took me approximately 11 minutes to draw, and 4 minutes to sit uncomfortably still.
you asked for it, you got it. my whole life's story.
p.s., postcript, for you: "oh pointy birds, o pointy, pointy."
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