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May Update written @ 8:25 PM on May 26, 2004 It's been an unnaturally long time since I updated, so here goes an entry full of miscellaneous musings and random updates. 1. Cicada season: The last time the cicadas hit the Midwest, I was a wee one growing up under the shady pines of Pittsburgh and didn't have a clue as to their existence. But I have learned many interesting things about cicadas since they finally hit my hometown of W.C. earlier this week, including the following: A) They bounce like ping-pong balls off heavy traffic on 71. B) Regular windshield wiper fluid does not remove their splattered guts... indeed, it tends to make the smearing worse. c) They're goddamned annoying. d) The locals who have lived in Cincinnati for years tend to eat them. I don't care if they're high in protein-- it's gross, bottom line. 2. Work: Yes, I resumed last year's summer job this week. So far, so good. I'm a props designer and scenic artist for NKU's entire summer theatre season, plus the designer for the first show. And let me tell you, I am uber-excited about designing hot pink and lime green sets. *rubs palms evilly* It's going to be fabulous. The best thing about commuting to work everyday is that I get to catch up on what's going on in the world as seen through the eyes of Howard Stern. God bless Howard Stern. I love it when he makes fun of Bush and Kathy Lee Gifford. It's classic. In the evenings I've been working with the Children's Performing Arts of Lakota. They're putting on an American Idol-esque show in the W.C. which is going to air on local cable. I'm designing their sets on the Keehner Park amphitheatre stage. And getting paid for it, no less. As an artist, I find getting paid unusually exciting. 3. Art: I knocked out two paintings in about two or three weeks. I'm on a roll. Within the coming weeks, I'm going to be starting Jessica's portrait. I also went to the newly renovated Taft Museum this past weekend. It's lovely. I recommend going when you get the chance. They have the only Rembrandt in the state of Ohio, a black on black portrait of a man with one of those lacy collars from the 1600s. 4. Books: Finished White Oleander, which I highly recommend. It's extremely profound and poetic in so many ways. But as it's on Oprah's Book Club list, it's also chick-flicky. But still very good nonetheless. I'm working on The Art of War by Sun Tzu. Very intriguing, but only I have odd interests in war tactics and Chinese philosophy. So unless you're up for it, you can just pass. 5. Movies: Go see Shrek 2. Fantastic. It restored my faith in Hollywood after the horror that was Van Helsing. Go see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on June 4th. All the reviews have been positive. It's going to be amazing. And goddamn it, you people, let me know how many of you are coming so I can preorder tickets. 6. Music: Bought the 3rd Harry Potter soundtrack. It's exciting in many ways that the first two aren't. Check out track three on Amazon. 7. Miscellaneous Musing: I realized why I threw such a fit when my mom began selling stuff at our yard sale: I associate memories with objects. If I don't have those objects, I lose my memories. It's very sad. Christine read my Tarot this past weekend. I did something that's normally against my principles and asked about my love life. The cards had a helluva lot to say about my future "knight in shining armor", including mentioning signs of financial struggle. Why financial struggle? Apparently it might be one of many reasons why I cave in and marry the guy (that is, for financial stability). Which means I really will be a starving artist before that point. But the great thing about analyzing the Tarot is that if you really care to, you can analyze yourself and make changes so as to prevent certain things from happening in the future. Well! You can best bet I'm going to try and cap off the "financial trouble" aspect of my reading. It's not that I'm afraid of poverty or actually starving and living in a low rent apartment in the slums of some strange city miles from the lily white suburbia that I've been raised in. It's just a hassle, wouldn't you agree? But I'd like to make something perfectly clear, though. I don't come from money. At all. When my parents first met, they were poorer than dirt... so po' they couldn't afford the "r." "We didn't have two nickels to rub together," my father once told me. But he worked hard throughout his life and played the Corporate America game, so that by the time I was three we were living in lily white suburbia in southeastern Pittsburgh. They, with fantastic assistance from my grandparents, next proceeded to spoil me because, as Dad often told me later, "the job of parents is to try and give their kids a better life than what we had." He succeeded in that respect. He also succeeded in giving me so much freedom that I could actually responsibly choose poverty over the comforts of a steady salary in some Corporate America cubicle. Honestly, folks, take it from me: the human spirit begins to die in a cubicle. Speaking of work-related injuries-- or lack thereof-- I read that Bush was injured as he attempted to cycle 17 miles around his Texas ranch. Guys, please, answer this question so that I may understand: What the fuck he is doing cycling at his ranch? Doesn't he have a country to run? Doesn't he have a war to settle or something? I guess I'm just a peon and will never grasp that concept. But anyway... moving on... Actually, I've run out of things to say. Until next time, friends, adieu.
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