Blog of a twenty-something organizer painter caterer.

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Location: Eugene/New York, OR/NY, United States

I am reading little bits of twenty different books at once, practicing yoga, meditation, Alexander Technique and learning how to cook Indian cuisine. I do my best at everything I spend time on, because each activity is its own work of art.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Culinary Exploits

I will continue to update this album as I go along. I hope it inspires you to take the time to enjoy your food.

Monday, November 17, 2008

NYC studio lofts are intriguing but freaky.

Despite sleep deprivation, I have had quite a successful day. I went to see the West Nile Collective in Williamsburg this weekend, caught a bit of a rock show and got caught in the rain twice. I love the area near the Brooklyn Museum because there are so many barber shops and you can see ladies getting their hair done.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Jeffrey Lewis and the Jackals performed tonight in the Root Cellar. A bit cramped but cuddly, and I am looking forward to seeing Alison again soon.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

hours of Intensity, Day I.

I just made some zucchini bread and my room is filled with wafting bread smells.

This has been an exhausting day but I very good one; I am feeling optimistic about the future. Little by little I spend more and more time doing the things that I love. I am readjusting my priorities to reflect what is most important this year, and I may get less work done in some genres as a result. In the end it will be worth it to have spent such a large amount of time in dedication to my project. I had to fight for this major, and I feel very lucky every day that I have been enabled to pursue it.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Usually Cooking or Painting, but always making art

I worked in the studio tonight for a few short hours. It is difficult to let go of control when I feel like I have all my eggs in one basket. Most of the time I would rather cook eggs than paint, anyway. Elaborate toad-in-the-holes or soft-boiled majesties in egg cups with tiny golden spoons.

I wrote a paper today about the civil war in Sri Lanka and the merits (and weaknesses) of documentary filmmaking.

I ate a sauteed zucchini for dinner complimented with olive oil, garlic, and about two cups of organic short grained brown rice. Then I took my vitamins.

I made my bed, washed the dishes, but refused to do my laundry.

I talked with my boyfriend's sister (who is in town for a few days), drank coffee (something I rarely do) and was hyperaware of all the little differences in interactions someone can have when new forces are brought into play.

I sent emails to professors, musicians and cohorts to set up the month of December.

I cleared my crystal several times for several different reasons, and tried to intellectualize myself into relaxing, which didn't work.

I filled out bureaucratic forms and washed my water bottle.

I haven't completed the poetry or Trouillot as of yet, but I am trying to wake up earlier to read.

I have vivid dreams every night -- mostly nightmares about banking and driving. There is so much uncertainty about the future right now, and it's bugging me out. Yet there is so much planned control in my lifestyle. I feel both that whatever I do is never good enough, and that everyone else is having a harder time than me.. I oscillate between feeling that everyone around me is crazy, and that I am the only crazy one in a room of people who feel "normal."

Oh and I am broke! Eek!

Monday, July 02, 2007

I have been living in Manhattan working as a caterer for some weeks now. I can see the Brooklyn bridge out my window and there is a fantastic cheese shop down the block from my apartment. I don't really mind being poor... I eat pretty much the same, good foods every day, and I am happy that I have a safe place to sleep and a job.

Things I have been doing
taking co-counseling classes
going cheese shopping
nestling with Anthony
cooking stir fry
watching people in Union Square

Yesterday I was walking to a granola picnic in the park and this middle aged guy asked me if I was holding a teapot. I said yeah, it's full of milk. Then he asked me if I was a teapot, short and stout. What the hell are you supposed to do when that happens?

Here's my apartment window:

Thursday, December 21, 2006

ugggghh finals