Of Coffee, Dictionaries, and Scenic Art

Of Coffee, Dictionaries, and Scenic Art

I had dislocated the CDs that I normally carry in my school bag, and spent a bunch of time scrounging ’round my apartment looking for them. Normally this would be an easy task, but somewhere in the midst of things the laundry basket vomited its contents all over the place and the futon disrupted itself due to a missing screw. In turn, I missed the bus, (thankfully I was only trying to be at school early today, and there wasn’t a class tied to this bus ride . . .)

So, I spent some time at the coffee shop on the corner getting some writing done and sipping an amazing roast of Ethiopian—there are few places to find decent coffee in this town. And there is a Certain Coffee Shop that makes it a habit of not tamping the espresso. Unacceptable! I don’t know . . . if there was a list of commandments for art students, one of them would probably read: “thou shall not crave any other sustenance other than coffee and nicotine.” It’s so all about stimulation.

There was an amazing lady on the bus today. We talked about how fabulous leftovers are when you’re cooking for yourself, and we agreed that people need to take responsibility for their actions, instead of just throwing their hands up in the air and blaming everyone and everything else for their woes. She was wearing red eye shadow, which kind of complimented her skin, but purple would have been much more fabulous.

Sometimes, it’s just fun to play with the dictionary. It’s one of the most amazing tomes in my opinion. Mostly underestimated, never respected enough. Were I not a pauper, I’d invest in a copy of the O.E.D. (Oxford English Dictionary) . . . one really has to be married to language in order to relish the delights that the O.E.D can bring you.

We had a week to get my design up for Laughter on the 23d Floor. We ended up getting finished around 9:30 in the morning the day of opening night. An all-nighter! Woohoo! Most of it was floor painting and crown moldings . . . there are some houses where they don’t let you paint the floor, and you’re stuck with black, which isn’t all that bad, I know. I like to say it matches my soul. MUHAHAHHAHAHAH! Thankfully black isn’t the only option at this house. The work I’ve put in on this show should fill out the required lab hours for my scenic art class.