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SEPTEMBER 23: RESUME/NAVEL ORANGES

 hello world.

sitting at my desk staring into the gray sprinkle. It's soft. I'm warm from a shower. The coffee cup is empty next to me...it's 4:18...maybe one more cup.

Past few days have been spent in and out of studio. Contemplating painting, always.



Most days here feel like cinema, but today especially does. Wet, gray, still. Went and got a tattoo. 
The artist was kind, we laughed; talked about american politics and the ocean.


It's a unicorn.
regal, sophisticated, medieval style. Unicorns have been following me around for the past two years so I figured it was finally time to keep one with me forever. Magical, unique, precious, reborn. Medieval legend says that unicorns were drawn to virgins. Virgins would lure them in and then they would be killed by hunters.

September means school has started for those living in the states. Now I not only get to balance life here with bills, taxes, (EDIT: I dont know why I wrote taxes but I am not dealing with taxes..thats a dramatic lie.) staying connected with friends; but also my poor email is assaulted 24/7 by emails from stout and massey combined. Wake up, feverishly reply to stout emails before the work day in the states ends, then catch up with massey emails and focus on my life here before I run out of time to focus.

woke up this morning to an email about mid-program review, which s a big critique of all your work stout does. It's like a checkpoint, a time for your instructors to tell you if you should stop while youre behind or that youre doing...just okay. Brutal fucking Americans.
Replied telling them I can't have MPR this semester because well...i think it's clear why.

Chewed on the rest of the information. 1) Provide pieces from each class from the past two years. 2) show your best work. 3) Written statement. 4) Resume. 
Resume? Do they mean C.V.? Why would they want a resume and not a C.V.? Fuck...lost my last C.V. when my laptop shut down and none of the files were backed up. Wake up, rub your eyes. Open this year's Mac and remember how Adobe InDesign Runs. Write a C.V.
Why would they want a resume? They have to mean a C.V. 
Make a coffee, eat oreos, take a shit. May as well write a resume too, include the summer you worked in the Deli and the month spent moving furniture and building things in the Process lab. 
Now I've got a resume and c.v. don't forget to back up your laptop when you get the next one. 

the drain swirls with everything. I wash my face and put on chapstick, sit down, and process it here. 

I've been enjoying the ritual of eating grapefruit and navel oranges. I wonder if they call navel oranges that beause the one end looks like a belly button. Break the skin with your teeth, methodically peel, split in half using your thumb, tear off each piece, remove excess pith, tear off the membrane on each side, eat. repeat for each section. bundle the scraps up in a paper towel. Wash the pith out of your nails and wipe down the table.


Have an orange, or splurge on a grapefruit. Be glad it's not windy.



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