Monthly Archives: August 2009

Recap blather

I was actually social today and had breakfast with my cousin and a friend of hers. Though by breakfast I mean bagels and mimosas at 2 in the afternoon. Not sure why it was so hard to drag myself out of bed this morning, but it was quite  a feat.

Other highlights from the California trip- John and I went to Monterey, to the aquarium and saw 8 zillion seahorses and some sea otters and a whole lot of other fish. They have really nice gigantic tanks which I really liked. I went a little nuts in the giftshop and got earrings and a t shirt, and a couple pairs of socks, and then got books for my dad. Those and some cans of tuna and sardines were his birthday present the next morning. We had breakfast with them, which went fine. They’d all met last year so the first meeting pressure was off, but they all felt a little more free to be themselves. Which is mostly good. But meant that my mom picked on my handwriting and such. Whatever. Little things. It was a good breakfast. My dad was overwhelmed with what I got him, which I felt bad about. I mean, I picked all things that I thought he would like, I definitely didn’t just grab random stuff. But it was mostly from my mom’s suggestions, and I didn’t put any pre-thought into it, just happened to be in a good place to get stuff at the last minute and it worked out well. But I was glad it made him happy. Then we went up to this missile silo in the Marin headlands. It was fairly interesting. Not my thing, but riding the elevator with the missile was cool, as was the gear-run computer.

The other big thing was the Palace of Fine Arts. I’d forgotton how pretty it is there, so that was good. We just wandered around and looked, and went into the sound column and ate ice cream bars. Nice afternoon. He left the next day, and I went to my parents house to laze around, read a bunch, see movies and have a birthday. It was mostly relaxing. My mom and I didn’t clash too much, and I got to unwind from all the excitement. It was really nice to come back and see John again, though.  And my cats.

While I was gone, Snippet started having issues again, and so now I’ve taken her to a new vet who’s going to do a bunch of tests monday which hopefully will pinpoint what the problem is, and then we can figure out the best way to treat it. The prednisone that she’s on now is good, but it’s just holding the problem at bay, and not even that well apparently, since she relapsed on a normal dose. And if she stays on it she could become diabetic, which would be lots of fun. Eesh.

I rented studio time to work on the trapeze thing yesterday, which was good. I have most of the routine, I think. I still need music. I heard a song on John’s ipod the other day that I liked, and he burned me a cd of that band, but I haven’t been able to find that song again yet. I didn’t look at the name, so that’s not helping. I have a general idea of the sound that I’m looking for now, though, so that’s progress. I also figured out a new trick yesterday and that was exciting. It’s the reverse of a sequence, which gave me the idea that the next act I do I think I want to have it be a forward half, and then repeat everything backwards, like rewinding it. I think that could be really interesting. You can’t reverse every trick, but I bet there are a lot that you can. Exciting thought.

Time to work on this design. Though I’m not sure what I can really do at this point. Maybe just collect imagery and thoughts? But I don’t have an inventory list or plot yet, and we’re still doing concept meetings. And despite me not bringing anything physical to the last one, i did contribute a lot of thoughts. I’m not quite sure what I should be doing at this point in the process. Le sigh.

Don’t crowd the mushrooms.

I finally updated my books page. I don’t have particular number in mind this year, just the vague idea to read more non-fiction. Which, comparatively, I’ve done pretty well at. I read a lot at camp. Between starting camp and now, counting my week home, I read about 20 books. Eesh. It helps that one of them was Ellen Tebbits, which takes about half and hour, and two others were Twilight books that I read out of curiosity and perversity, and I blazed thorugh them; since she repeats herself so freaking much there was no need to savor anything, it was just going to be said again. Anyway. It helped that my mom gave me about 9 books to take with me, and then supplied books while I was lazing around the house. (It was a really lazy time. I also saw 6 movies in 3 days. Ridiculous). Also, on one of my days off I was on my own and made the posisble mistake of wandering into the Book Juggler, this fantastic used bookstore in Willits. It’s one of the best I’ve ever been in, both selectin and price are fantastic. I walked out with 24 books, paying an average of $4 each. So, way too much money, my tent was swamped with books, and I had to ship a couple boxes of them to myself, but man. What a good day. Very satisfying, and all books I’m excited to read. I need more bookshelves though. Between the fact that my shelves are alread overflowing, and I kept most of the ones my mom lent, plus these 24, plus a bunch of childhood books my dad hauled out of the basement for me to mail…. I need another bookshelf. But I have nowhere to put it.

In other news, Madeline and Rob are definitely moving out. I’m staying. I thought about trying to get the studio from Dave, but really, I don’t want to move yet. I like it here, the cats have lots of room, all my stuff is wedged in. And Mike’s girlfriend Cassidy has mostly moved in, so they’ll take the big room, and I like both of them. So you know. Why move unless I have to. I’ve been thinking about where I would want to live next, though. I keep dropping hints (and by dropping I mean saying, and by hints I mean big ole statements) about how John and I should live together, and for a lot of reasons, that would be great. But I also do want to live on my own for a bit in between. And just now in thinking about the bookshelves, I had this idyllic vision of an apartment all to my own, with bookshelves lining the wall, all white walls and dark red shelves and dark honey floors with lots of sunlight. Not quite a studio, I like having a bedroom with a door, but otherwise open and one of those kitchens with a counter bar separating the kitchen from the rest, and you can sit there and lean over and talk to people while they cook and all.

This is, of course, never going to happen, given the work I chose to do and it’s sporadic nature. But you know. Nice to have the image there. And who knows. Maybe someday I’ll have some wealthy patron, or win the lottery or something. You never know.

I’m waiting for photos to upload so I can go to sleep. It’s been a very long day what with not actually sleeping on the plane and taking a 3 hour nap this morning. Oof.

Might as well mention the 6 movies I saw. Saturday was Ponyo and then Julie and Julia. Ponyo was okay. It ws fun, I liked the look of it mostly, it was silly. But I really didn’t like the american actors doing the voices, and the song at the end was ridiculous. I mean, I like the song in a weird way, and i keep gettin it stuck in my head, but it really didn’t fit.  Julie and Julia was good. The Julia parts were way better, but overall, good story. Julie drove me a little nuts with her obsession, though. The thing at her birthday about how “i thought 30 would be awful, but now I have Julia so it feels just fine”. Holy cow. Get over it.

Then sunday was Away We Go, Time Travelers Wife and Yoo Hoo Mrs. Goldberg. Away We Go was great. Weird in places, and it’s very uncomfortable watching a movie start with oral sex when you’re watching it with your mother. But there was all kinds of fun stuff in it. And some weird stuff. Time Travelers Wife was eh. I love the book, hardcore, and they didn’t ruin it, though, so that’s good. It was okay. It could have been worse. But they really did mess up a few bits. And then parts were pretty good. But a few good parts, a few really bad parts, and a bunch of eh makes for a kind of bad movie overall. Oh well.  You Hoo Mrs. Goldberg was pretty good. It’s a documentary, and interesting, and covers a big chunk of american history, and had some informative bits. It wasn’t anything I was super excited to see, but it was worth watching.

Then monday I hung out with Rose and Braden and ended up having dinner with Rose’s mom, and then we went roaming into the streets in search of something to do, which ended up being a movie, and we were trying to find times, and Seraphine ended up being the best timed one. My parents had raved about it, so I figured why not. And it was really good, but it was not the movie for us to see right then. It was long and slow and sad and very pretty. All good things. But not when you’re hanging out with two friends that you’re not going to see for a while. Oh well. It was a very well done and interesting movie, and I really liked her art. So that helped.

I’m wiped out. I think I’ll go to sleep and let the computer quietly do it’s uploading thing. 200 more pictures. Eesh.

Back again

Holy crap it’s been a while. So very much to tell, not enough time/space/interest to detail it all down. Camp was good, mostly. I got there halfway through B and was assigned to a youngest girls tipi, so 8-9 year olds. They were mostly great, though messy. One girl was kind of atrocious, and ended up making me get only 3 hours of sleep on the last night. I understand that she’s 8, and little and homesick, but jesus christ, pull it together. SO much of that night was about attention, and she was totally unwilling to help herself feel better. Also, who the fuck cries because they don’t like the lullaby? Oy. Anyway. Then C was good, but really rough somehow. Rose, my friend and co-teacher at the aerial site, had a really hard session with people blaming her for things, or getting grouchy at her for things that either weren’t her fault, or were things she needed to have done. We were all glad when it ended. Then D was pretty great. The weather was weird, hot then down to about 50, which is verys trange for northern california in august, then back up to something pretty pleasant. All in all, the kids were great, I hung out with some new people, got to see some good friends, ate way too much salad and played on my trapeze. I was getting tired of teaching though, since it’s so repetitive. There are so many kids and so little time and it’s easy to get stuck teaching the same 6 tricks. We have a book of tricks, and while I don’t particularly like how it’s organized, and I’m not a huge fan of the person who put it together, it was very useful for reminding myself of other things to teach. So that helped. The acts for the big show were largely my vision as well, which was pretty cool, but a little exhausting. One of them particularly was meant to be a colaboration, and ended up being just kind of sticking 4 different acts together. Oh well.

But the really great thing was that John came out, and made it up to camp for the big show, and got to see everything I’ve been talking about, and i got to take him to my favorite thai place in the country, which is in willits, and we hung out and watched the skunks. There was a big skunk problem at camp this year, as a result of which i know almost everything there is to know about them. So we hung out at the kitchen and waited for them to come waddle around. They’re pretty cute.

The next day we got up and drove down to Willits for breakfast at this really great place. Then back up to camp to pack, and then further up 101 to Hole in the Wall, this really beautiful swimming hole, with this giant cliff on one side that a huge hole has been blasted through, so you can walk to the other side on this little creek. It’s one of the prettiest places I know of, and apparently, one of the coldest. John had a terrible time with it, which was funny to me. It was really cold, but then I adjusted to it, and it was kind of nice. John never adjusted. Odd since he’s the heater, and I’m always cold when we’re on land. After that we went down to the Chief Smokehouse and Laundromat and got a burger and milkshakes, and then out to the coast on a nice windy road. We went to a beach that I really like just above Ft Bragg, and found some nice places to wade around. I tried to convince him to go swimming, since he was still in his trunks, but apparently it was even colder. I couldn’t tell. He did get semi used to it, but wouldn’t go all the way in. After that we went down to Ft Bragg, to Glass Beach, which used to be a dump, but now has all this nice sea glass on it. And then back over to Willits on highway 20 for more thai food. We wanted to go see this lighthouse on the coast, and it was getting to be evening and so we started calling places to stay. The first was ridiculously expensive, but the second was really reasonable, even for the ocean view rooms. The guy sounded a little dubious when I said that I was in Ukiah at 7 30, and could make it to Point Arena by 9, when the registration office closed. I scoffed, but then we realized what he meant. It was the best, twistiest, funnest road over. But it did take us a long time. We got there at about 8 55. And it was perfect. There was a great soft bed and a jacuzzi, and we could turn the tv, so we lolled around in that and watched a thing about tornados, and then one about lightning storms, and then some Mythbusters before passing out. It was one of the best days I’ve ever had. It was only semi planned, we did a ton, saw some beautiful places, almost hit some deer, ate all the food that I really like around camp, and thoroughly enjoyed each others company.

And then the next day we got to see the lighthouse! First we got a late breakfast, and I got a burger that would have been great, apples and rosemary in the patty, if it weren’t for the handful of salt that seemed to have fallen in. I traded with John halfway thorugh, and even with his massive salt love, he had a hard time. But then the lighthouse! Oh, it was beautiful. I almost cried in front of thefirst order fresnel lens that they had in the museum there. That’s how much of a lighting geek I am. But it was really beautiful, and then we got to go up to the top of the lighthouse, which is all empty now that they mostly use gps and radar signals and all that, but it was nice and high up and had a great copper roof, and nice cliffs going down to this great roiling sea. Well. It roiled when it hit the cliffs and inlets. It was mostly blue and kelpy.

We tried to go see another beach that had all these prehistoric rocks all worn down by the tide, but we were there at high tide and didn’t want to wait 4 hours, so we kept going to Salt Point, and wandered around there for a while, and then kept going down 1, and then over to 101 at petaluma and down into San Francisco. All together, a most satisfactory way of coming back.

To write about later, hanging otu with Sarah, Monterey, my dad’s birthday, hanging out with my parents, my birthday, etc.

For now, time to figure my life out. I’m actually designing a couple shows (!), and I’m not sure how much they overlap yet. There’s also fashion week in september, I’m performing a trapeze piece on september 25th (!!)  and Snippet had a vet appointment tomorrow. Right back into the fury. Which is better than being bored.