item number one: today was the first day of my piano technician/tuning apprenticeship/job shadow. i'm excited! the person i'm learning from also does it by ear, which is really rare.

item number two: i wish i was in montreal.

item number three: doing a bit of research to get ready for the workshop. picked up a little light reading at the library: modernity and the holocaust; history of the idea of progress; everyday stalinism; invisible punishment: the collateral consequences of mass imprisonment; cadillac desert: the american west and its disappearing water; and seeing like a state: how certain schemes to improve the human condition have failed. oooo how cheerful!

item number four: i drove on the interstate for the first time! (i have a phobia...)

item number five: the other week i went to short mountain, that queer commune in the middle of tennessee that i've mentioned before. i harvested sweet potatoes, pole danced, got ogled by lesbians, gave a boy my copy of bachelard's poetics of space just because he played "oneiric" in a game of scrabble, fucked up some hippies' drum circle by playing polyrhythms, gave away free massages at a temporary autonomous spa, and witnessed a man intentionally get a bee to sting his nipple. among other things.

item number six: i wish i was in montreal.

item number seven: i should think of some gimmick or fancy outfit for busking in montreal. or is a pretty girl with a shaved head wearing a skirt playing shostakovich music on a cello gimmick enough?

item number eight: i think i have pool shark potential.

change of plans.

1. i'm going to this activism conference in oregon at the end of october.

2. i'm moving to montreal for at least a month after that.
i has a boyfriend. surprise!

3. beyond that, i'm not certain. it may involve australia, visiting and playing music with helly, wwoofing... or possibly working at a fire lookout for a season. it's all up in the air.

4. in general, i'm looking to learn how to tune pianos professionally. and engraving. and instrument repair. etcetc.



p.s. i ate a hot dog. i drank a root beer float. those of you that know me understand why that is so surprising or even worth mentioning.

so. as most of you know, i don't normally do this sort of thing, but... i need money. so i'm offering y'all first dibs on some of my artwork. i was trying to keep my forest fire paintings together for a show, but that's no longer important given the situation i'm in.

previously i refused to sell this:



but i changed my mind about that, too.

here

i have a few other miscellaneous things that aren't on there, too:



tell me what you're interested in, pm me to ask what i'd mark the price at a gallery, make an offer, whatever... i'm open to commissions, too.

thanks for looking

very often i marvel that sex just wouldn't be possible if some time, long ago, one bacterium didn't decide to consume another and halfway through it's meal figure that it had had it's fill, digestion incomplete; and that was that.

bah, i now have pityriasis rosea. it's mostly harmless, but it means i may be covered in itchy dry red spots for possibly months. and they get noticeably worse in heat. and it's 98 out and way humid.
glad i'm not vain. and i'm already used to people staring at me awkwardly and rudely, what with the lack of hair.

and since i'm sure you're dying to know, this is what pityriasis rosea looks like:

sexxxy!

haha, apparently i've just moved right next door to one of the judges on the reality tv show nashville star.
i'm not big on (modern) country-western, so i'd never heard of him. nor have i seen the show.

ahh nashville.

maybe all the weird shit that we play will drift through his window, subconsciously influence him, and he'll start writing microtonal serial country songs with 13/8 time signatures or something, featuring accordions and trombones.