The Diary of Queen Mothy |
A Vining Entry written @ 6:44 PM on May 27, 2005 Ah, committees. . . They find out that I worked on the high school paper for one year before deciding that I would be the best candidate to write newspaper articles for the Arts Council-- instead of someone else sitting at the table with a degree in public relations who should know about these things. And this time I didn't even open my big fat mouth-- eyes just sort of . . . turned in my direction. And God said, "Let there be amateur, volunteer journalism!" And so it was. Actually, the Arts Council of my hometown is in the midst of a desperate push for survival as funding dwindles because, well, my hometown sucks. There's a reason why I call it the W.C.-- oh, it stands for more than just its initials, it can be a water closet if you work in the arts, particularly when the W.C. is run by "that brand" of Republicans (the ones with the bumper stickers on the back of their SUVs that read, "I Stand By President George W. Bush," as if we couldn't already tell by your "W 04" stickers [the most absurd and audacious thing I've ever seen on the back of anyone's bumper] and "BUSH/Cheney" flanking the former. Cincinnati is loaded with "that brand") and inhabited by the over-65 age bracket completely gung-ho about not raising taxes. That is their American right, I understand, but . . . That puts people like me out of work . . . or writing newspaper articles for free. Whichever comes first. "Then get a real job, Sam," I hear you say. I do have a real job. I have three! Anyway, because I believe so strongly in arts advocacy, I couldn't refuse. It looks nice on a resume, I guess, which could use some tweaking. In the meantime, visit Americans For the Arts and become an arts advocate in your hometown (in your copious free time, of course)! I'm going to be a member as soon as I get my next paycheck-- that way I can bitch at my Congressman all I want! Weee! I'll have you know, however, that I do like a certain kind of Republican-- the Senator Voinovich kind! The kind that tell people like Bolton that they suck and then phone other party members to ask them not to vote for Bolton. Go Voinovich! You have my vote in the next election for that alone. *** In my last entry, I think I mentioned something about growing flowers, followed by an exclamation of jubilee that I am an horticulture genius. And I am! My morning glory, moon flowers, and columbine are growing lover-ly. I did not realize, however, that moon flowers are vining flowers. I wish I had seen the "vigorous climber" warning on the package, because while my moon flowers are still just sprouting, their leaves are multiplying like mad and I do fear I might have a vine crisis in less than a month if I don't figure out a way to tame these things. And I only planted them a week ago or so. I think I have just come up with a solution, though. Like, right now. Sculptures! Train the vines into a fantastic little living sculpture on metal rods and ornaments! Like a topiary, or something. What a fabulous experiment. I am such an horticulture genius that I might just kill the plants doing this all for the sake of art. Bad art. But art nevertheless. *** Scary thought of the day: my brother's last day of high school was today. He graduates next Saturday. He goes to college in the fall. Oh dear God in heaven...
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