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A Bit of Christmas Eve Revelry written @ 5:26 PM on December 24, 2003 One of the greatest follies in my life is that I have forgotten how to relax. My grandmother once told me, "All work and no play makes for a very boring person." And yet the great paradox of my life is that it's the essence of my work that makes me interesting... and yet somehow I am boring. *heavy sigh* "I'm confused," said this blonde. I have the urgent need to do something constructive. I thought cleaning shit would be helpful in discerning how to proceed from here on my winter break, and more than ever it's become a damned bloody shame that I am jobless this break. So the purpose of this entry, amusingly enough, is to decide what I need to do in order to restore purpose in my life. (Wow, that sentence was really funny.) In a span of a few minutes, I have deduced the following: 1. I need to construct a website that has all my work posted, an online portfolio if you will. Must be divided into art and theater sections for my resume. Will work on this when I have scrounged up the motivation. 2. Must begin designing sets for A Piece of My Heart in March for the theater department. Will work on this when I have scrounged up the motivation. 3. Must finish writing the second novel in my series. I am a mere five chapters away from completion. Will work on on this when I have scrounged up the motivation. Hmm... I think I'll stop my list here because I'm beginning to notice a method to my madness. *** Today I met with a old professional friend of mine, Ben. I met Ben when I was a junior in high school and intensely searching for community service events to spice up my college resume for when I was a senior, and Ben and his group of fellow professional friends helped me do that by founding the Children's Performing Arts of Lakota (CPAL). I was the graphic designer for their logo and a student mentor for the kids for a long time, and he introduced me to a broad range of "important" people, as I knew them, or the "somebodys" of the arts community locally. Basically, Ben has given me a way to establish myself professionally in West Chester through contacts, should I ever need to after I am graduated from college. Which, being an art major, is a strong strong possibility. As it turns out, Ben is at it again, this time with a much bolder project in mind. The Lakota district is closing Union Elementary if it passes an 11-mill levy this spring. The school board wants to build a larger elementary school elsewhere but is reluctant to bulldoze the old building to the ground because it's a historic structure, the first town hall and school of West Chester. Technically the district will still own the building, but Ben, who is connected with the Arts Council and other high scale community organizations, is forming a coalition to turn Union into this huge arts center. Which is fantastic. So he met with me for lunch today to include me in his grand schemes and bounce ideas off the top of my head. With the school's theater, CPAL can be moved into a more permanent location. Plus some of the classrooms can be used for music courses. We talked about converting the cafeteria into a senior center, the library into an art gallery, and many of the classrooms into visual arts rooms. He also mentioned something about providing a coffeehouse on the grounds, a place for poetry readings, and indy films. We were also thinking about renting out the top floor to private artists interested in acquiring studio spaces. Suffice it to say, I was uber-excited. So because I was so into expanding the realm of the arts in West Chester during high school, Ben has asked me to put together a presentation discussing why having such an arts facility would be important to the community. It's not due until April. Which is why I haven't scrounged up the motivation to even put it on my pseudo-to-do list. *lol* BUT if all goes well for this new arts center, which won't be open for another three or four years, I'll have a full time job teaching classes. And God knows I'll still be in school three or four years from now getting my two degrees, so the money will come in handy-- especially if I can rent a studio space. We're probably going to start with basic art courses for the elementary level, but eventually I hope to start introductory painting and drawing courses and other specializations in the visual arts. This is the dreamer in me talking though, and even now I have a hard time picturing myself teaching about art to kids. But when you're a po' college student, you stop short of whoring yourself to pay for your books. And for some whoring isn't even an issue. *wry grin* *** Alas, it is Christmas Eve. I have been a huge humbug this year, and usually I'm so happy-go-lucky around this time of year. Oh well, there's still time to attempt a mood change yet. The family's going to the Christmas Eve Mass at St. John's tonight, and then it's off to bed for me. I've been so lethargic. I'm reluctant to do anything but then I bitch when I do nothing. I think it's because of the dark, dreary weather; I don't remember the last time I saw the sun this week, if ever. I feel like a vampire-- aaaarr!
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