So with exactly 1 month, minus 3 days left here, the kettle of fish is heating up.
I have been on my feet glazing the slabs for 26 of the past 48 hours. I know that's probably meaningless, so the translation is
I have been standing on a hard cement floor pushing and pulling 50 pound things, painting them vigourously, and totally stressing out for 26 of the past 48 hours.
I made it through songs (alphabetically) A-G on my ipod yesterday: 96 of 396. I highly recommend the alphabetical option now and then. The juxtapositions are fantastic. There should be a for example here but I can't think of one.
I got back to my room around 1:30 this morning and in an attempt to be kind to myself did 30 minutes of yoga.
Everyone told me here that starting my last month it would be impossible to sleep, and they are right.
Couldn't sleep until 3.
But enough stats of suffering. Happy New Year to everyone.
Tell me what you did for New Years.
I hope it was something that barely acknowledged the evening. Those are the best kind, and anything attempting more inevitably fails miserably. New Years is a holiday that should be left for everyone to decide on his or her own time, instead of a false blow-up on the heels of Christmas. As for me, I went to London and rung in the new year with a fine apartmentful of strangers. Lovely strangers. Fun-loving strangers, all with fantastic accents. And I can't lie, I love a good British, Scottish or Irish accent.
But there were no noise makers or funny hats. Well, 3 funny hats, but not on me.
Better than the party even was New Years' day, the opening salvo of which was a trip to Richmond Park. Imagine Central Park as absolute wilderness, with a herd of deer milling about. In 2 minutes the city was a faint memory, and I was trying to enjoy slogging through grassy fields with (gasp) no paved paths or even matted soil ones, decorated every two steps with deer poop. In 4 minutes, I was loving it. And so, the metaphor for this coming year showed itself as I took off at a slow trot: running through a muddy field with no paths, landmarks or directions. I'll keep it in the back of my head at least.
Anyhow, there's lots to tell -- seeing as my last post was 3 weeks ago. And I think weeks here are dog years, or something like it.
As Lucy said, and Lucy was there in London, across the table from me and my plateful of bacon and butter-slathered bread:
My God, You've Got to Blog About All This!
Of course Lucy, you're my blogging angel, and the reason I hopped back on the horse this evening.
She was looking at my photos from the past 3 weeks in the workshop and she's right, there's alot to show.
But not now.
That would mean editing and resizing a bunch of stuff, and well, there's yoga to be done, and hopes of sleeping before 3 am to manage.
Next entry will be a slideshow of ceramic acrobatics, as best as I've learnt them, and a loose narrative trying to make sense of them for you.
Until then, tell me what you did for new years. Or what you hope 2008 brings your way. You don't believe me but really, I'm curious.
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Try selecting length of track in itunes. everybody's 2 second mystery tracks end to end, slowly growing to songs to long pieces. maybe just works in my weird collection
giggidy. love the idea of the idea part being over and moving into full blown muscle-ing. it is really really satisfying to lose yourself in the doing and let go of the wondering. i know i sound like a new-agey prat who just had a watsu treatment but i f-ing mean it. bring on g-p baby!
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