I spent most of my superb day thus far at the Uptown Art Festival.
I've known that plot of land as long as I can remember, yet sometimes I can't recognize it without white tents.
In the last few years, I HAVE begun to understand that area in terms of Magers and Quinn, the book store, the Uptown Theater, the Lakes, Saint Sabrina's, and Codey's apartment not far away.
(I am pretty sure I got my really cool, hard cover copies of Moby Dick, Hard Times, and 10,000 Leagues under the Sea at Magers and Quinn!)
More than a decade ago, an even more compact sized me roamed those streets, talking with artists, wrapping pottery and going on ice runs. I am still good at it!
This weekend, I have been hanging out with a potter-friend-of -the-family at the show. As a member of, "Team Kick Ass" yesterday, I helped set up the booth with all the pottery and put price tags on with much ease, and then started selling things right away.
I want to keep doing this, the fun part... let someone else do all the hard work... but that doesn't seem quite right.
Rita's finally started coming around to thinking about taking over the Morris land with me some day. We will farm and make art, and I will somehow be the road girl who travels around selling our wares. How neat it would be to make pottery... Morris Pottery 4 Lyf!
This is difficult thinking when I am still so in love with this city, but maybe we'll run our course.
Anyway.
I am going to take a nap instead of packing.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Future Lily seeks 3 Roommates to Share First Home
6 Months from now, I will be searching for apartments I could actually live in, right now, I am just exploring, and dreaming.
To you, unknowing three, we could all live in a red house at the bend of the Mississippi. We'd have a yard, a porch, and even front steps. Hardwood floors, cedar paneling, and even "interesting" tile work in the bathroom. We can have pets, if Kraken counts as a pet... we could even have a cat, bunny, chinchilla or two! Provided we pay a reasonable deposit.
Four bedrooms would mean one for each of us, and there would be lots of extra space to furnish.
It would take on feel of us.
For me at least, this would be my first "real" adult home, if college counts as adulthood with training wheels. I've learned a lot from living on Campus, but I am sure it becomes wildly different once one ventures out.
Naturally, we will all be busy learning how to properly pay bills, and adjusting, so we won't see that much of each other... but since we'll have a spacious house with a porch AND a yard, I was hoping we can have parties. Nothing crazy of course. Just nights where we all invite friends we haven't seen (because we're not on campus anymore!) and revel in having a space of our own in which we can foster such fellowship.
I'll work on my aversion to dirty dishes, and maybe even raise my cleanliness standards a notch. I can be pretty tidy if motivated.
There will be laundry right in the basement.
We'll be securely nestled in the bosom of the Twin Cities, a short trek from the Light Rail, and not terribly far from each down town. Dino's would be further, but that just means my legs will be stronger. The proximity to the river bend promises many good walks.
Oh, Friends! Let's go there now! Forget school! Let's live!
I don't mean that. All this fantasizing is based on one house I found, which will assuredly not still be there when I am looking to sign a lease next April, but it still got the juices flowing.
Next year, I will find something just as wonderful, if not better. Until then, I'm leaving on the training wheels.
To you, unknowing three, we could all live in a red house at the bend of the Mississippi. We'd have a yard, a porch, and even front steps. Hardwood floors, cedar paneling, and even "interesting" tile work in the bathroom. We can have pets, if Kraken counts as a pet... we could even have a cat, bunny, chinchilla or two! Provided we pay a reasonable deposit.
Four bedrooms would mean one for each of us, and there would be lots of extra space to furnish.
It would take on feel of us.
For me at least, this would be my first "real" adult home, if college counts as adulthood with training wheels. I've learned a lot from living on Campus, but I am sure it becomes wildly different once one ventures out.
Naturally, we will all be busy learning how to properly pay bills, and adjusting, so we won't see that much of each other... but since we'll have a spacious house with a porch AND a yard, I was hoping we can have parties. Nothing crazy of course. Just nights where we all invite friends we haven't seen (because we're not on campus anymore!) and revel in having a space of our own in which we can foster such fellowship.
I'll work on my aversion to dirty dishes, and maybe even raise my cleanliness standards a notch. I can be pretty tidy if motivated.
There will be laundry right in the basement.
We'll be securely nestled in the bosom of the Twin Cities, a short trek from the Light Rail, and not terribly far from each down town. Dino's would be further, but that just means my legs will be stronger. The proximity to the river bend promises many good walks.
Oh, Friends! Let's go there now! Forget school! Let's live!
I don't mean that. All this fantasizing is based on one house I found, which will assuredly not still be there when I am looking to sign a lease next April, but it still got the juices flowing.
Next year, I will find something just as wonderful, if not better. Until then, I'm leaving on the training wheels.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Confessions of a Creeper, from the Creeper Window
Kathy just walked by as I sat here; I beckoned her over and we chatted through the window screen.
Oh creeper window.
Oh, Creeping!
1) I need to stop saying that I "stalk" people. Innocent as my motives usually are, no one wants to be "stalked." Then I'd just become some poor, misunderstood stalker.
- Colin suggested I say, "Dig their style." Instead of, "Hello juggler boy, I've been stalking you since you gave me your business card when I was 12," Say, "Hello Juggler Boy, It is so nice to finally meet you, I've dug your style for a while now."
It's going to take some getting used to.
This has happened before. Note, "The Norwegian." He wasn't really Norwegian, I just figured he was since he was blond and wore a pea coat, and from a distance he looked like Oscar Wilde.
Over the course of a couple months, I began to notice him all over, and by the end I'd become familiar with the times and places where our paths would cross. NOT a big deal.
When I finally visited him at his place of work, I spouted out in my most nervous english dialect, "HimynameisLilyandIthinkyoulooklikeOscarWilde,andum,maybewecouldhangoutsometime."
To which I received a baffled, "Well... Um... I am at work right now... So... uh." Then I ran away.
I've never been able to recover from that one... and I don't think bringing a totally awesome dead bird I found to that same place of work helped my cause.
Wish me luck in my self redemption.
Oh creeper window.
Oh, Creeping!
1) I need to stop saying that I "stalk" people. Innocent as my motives usually are, no one wants to be "stalked." Then I'd just become some poor, misunderstood stalker.
- Colin suggested I say, "Dig their style." Instead of, "Hello juggler boy, I've been stalking you since you gave me your business card when I was 12," Say, "Hello Juggler Boy, It is so nice to finally meet you, I've dug your style for a while now."
It's going to take some getting used to.
This has happened before. Note, "The Norwegian." He wasn't really Norwegian, I just figured he was since he was blond and wore a pea coat, and from a distance he looked like Oscar Wilde.
Over the course of a couple months, I began to notice him all over, and by the end I'd become familiar with the times and places where our paths would cross. NOT a big deal.
When I finally visited him at his place of work, I spouted out in my most nervous english dialect, "HimynameisLilyandIthinkyoulooklikeOscarWilde,andum,maybewecouldhangoutsometime."
To which I received a baffled, "Well... Um... I am at work right now... So... uh." Then I ran away.
I've never been able to recover from that one... and I don't think bringing a totally awesome dead bird I found to that same place of work helped my cause.
Wish me luck in my self redemption.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Sniffles resound
Sitting in Luther apartment eating egg noodles with butter and cheese for dinner.
Worked for 3 hours today, and this after sleeping for no more than that upon returning from the Harry Potter Finale.
Now it's done.
Going to finish my noodles while watching South Park in my Pjs, waiting for the maintenance man to come back. Then I will fall into a well earned rest, to awaken at 4 to go to Stockholm, Wisconsin.
Such is my life.
Brief,
but this is a prime primary source!
Worked for 3 hours today, and this after sleeping for no more than that upon returning from the Harry Potter Finale.
Now it's done.
Going to finish my noodles while watching South Park in my Pjs, waiting for the maintenance man to come back. Then I will fall into a well earned rest, to awaken at 4 to go to Stockholm, Wisconsin.
Such is my life.
Brief,
but this is a prime primary source!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Insights from the Creeper Window
Janelle joined me this morning as I sat in my wonderful chair, drinking tea and reading "Narcissus and Goldmund" by Herman Hesse.
Three things:
1)Narcissus and Goldmund and the idea of difference
2)Relationships
3) Life isn't so bad"
This really isn't a fluid order... but we'll see.
First, a brief run down of Narcissus and Goldmund this far. Narcissus is a young teacher at a monastery. He has been there all his life, and is greatly respected by his peers and students. Goldmund is a young man who has come to the monastery at his father's wishes with hopes to study hard, and eventually join the monastery himself, leading a pious and chaste life.
As a good reader of character, Narcissus can tell that the monastic life is not one for Goldmund, who has yet to see his true vocation. The two become good friends, here, they discuss difference:
"They had been talking about astrology, a forbidden science that was not pursued in the cloister. Narcissus had said that astrology was an attempt to arrange and order the many different types of human beings according to their natures and destinies. At this point Goldmund had objected: 'You're forever talking of differences-- I've finally recognized a pet theory of yours. When you speak of the great difference that is supposed to exist between you and me, for instance, it seems to me that this difference is nothing but your strange determination to establish differences.'
Narcissus: 'Yes. You've hit the nail on the head. That's it: to you, differences are quite unimportant; to me, they are what matters most. I am a scholar by nature; science is my vocation. And science is, to quote your words, nothing but the 'determination to establish differences.' Its essence couldn't be defined more accurately. For us, the men of science, nothing is as important as the establishment of differences; science is the art of differentiation. Discovering in every man that which distinguishes him from others is to know him.'
Goldmund: 'If you like. One man wears wooden shoes and is a peasant; the other wears a crown and is a king. These are differences, I grant you. But children can see them too, without any science.'
Narcissus: ' But when peasant and king are dressed alike, the child can no longer tell one from the other.'
Goldmund: 'Neither can science."
Narcissus: 'Perhaps it can. Not that science is more intelligent than the child, but it has more patience; it remembers more than just the most obvious characteristics.'
Goldmund: 'So does any intelligent child. He will recognize the king by the look in his eyes, or by his bearing. To put it plainly: you learned men are arrogant, you always think everybody else stupid. One can be extremely intelligent without learning.'
Narcissus: 'I am glad that you're beginning to realize that. You'll soon realize, too, that I don't mean intelligence when I speak of the difference between us. I do not say, you are more intelligent, or less intelligent; better or worse. I merely say, you are different.'
...
It goes on, but I feel like I've already transcribed too much. I like it as a discussion of difference not being good or bad, and that sometimes, in academia we put too much weight in differences, mostly because it is necessary for study, but when does it become arrogant?
I'd be interested in continuing the discussion started last winter in Queer studies, focusing on the idea of difference, and maybe even Narcissus' definition.
~*~*~*~
Ok... I'm already a bit written out, but I'll at least say a little. Sitting in our Creeper chairs, great discussion ensued- as it often does- between Janelle and I. We are perched in the summer before our senior year of college. Already, I'm moving away from my Coast Guard dreams of justice and adventure, and into a more resigned mindset of work, rent, and pay checks. In many ways, I am young Goldmund, and I am eager to see how he figures it out.
We talked-as we often do- of relationships. Janelle is in a good one, I am still "dating." We tried to define what that really means. I am still uncomfortable with the idea of a RELATIONSHIP being something that you can invest your whole self with... in the end, I just wish it wasn't a part of life. Janelle said something really good... but now I can't remember it.
What this post comes down to though, is that I am ok with the now. Unlike yesterday. While I still see the next three months looming in financial struggle and social strife, I'm not too concerned.
Three things:
1)Narcissus and Goldmund and the idea of difference
2)Relationships
3) Life isn't so bad"
This really isn't a fluid order... but we'll see.
First, a brief run down of Narcissus and Goldmund this far. Narcissus is a young teacher at a monastery. He has been there all his life, and is greatly respected by his peers and students. Goldmund is a young man who has come to the monastery at his father's wishes with hopes to study hard, and eventually join the monastery himself, leading a pious and chaste life.
As a good reader of character, Narcissus can tell that the monastic life is not one for Goldmund, who has yet to see his true vocation. The two become good friends, here, they discuss difference:
"They had been talking about astrology, a forbidden science that was not pursued in the cloister. Narcissus had said that astrology was an attempt to arrange and order the many different types of human beings according to their natures and destinies. At this point Goldmund had objected: 'You're forever talking of differences-- I've finally recognized a pet theory of yours. When you speak of the great difference that is supposed to exist between you and me, for instance, it seems to me that this difference is nothing but your strange determination to establish differences.'
Narcissus: 'Yes. You've hit the nail on the head. That's it: to you, differences are quite unimportant; to me, they are what matters most. I am a scholar by nature; science is my vocation. And science is, to quote your words, nothing but the 'determination to establish differences.' Its essence couldn't be defined more accurately. For us, the men of science, nothing is as important as the establishment of differences; science is the art of differentiation. Discovering in every man that which distinguishes him from others is to know him.'
Goldmund: 'If you like. One man wears wooden shoes and is a peasant; the other wears a crown and is a king. These are differences, I grant you. But children can see them too, without any science.'
Narcissus: ' But when peasant and king are dressed alike, the child can no longer tell one from the other.'
Goldmund: 'Neither can science."
Narcissus: 'Perhaps it can. Not that science is more intelligent than the child, but it has more patience; it remembers more than just the most obvious characteristics.'
Goldmund: 'So does any intelligent child. He will recognize the king by the look in his eyes, or by his bearing. To put it plainly: you learned men are arrogant, you always think everybody else stupid. One can be extremely intelligent without learning.'
Narcissus: 'I am glad that you're beginning to realize that. You'll soon realize, too, that I don't mean intelligence when I speak of the difference between us. I do not say, you are more intelligent, or less intelligent; better or worse. I merely say, you are different.'
...
It goes on, but I feel like I've already transcribed too much. I like it as a discussion of difference not being good or bad, and that sometimes, in academia we put too much weight in differences, mostly because it is necessary for study, but when does it become arrogant?
I'd be interested in continuing the discussion started last winter in Queer studies, focusing on the idea of difference, and maybe even Narcissus' definition.
~*~*~*~
Ok... I'm already a bit written out, but I'll at least say a little. Sitting in our Creeper chairs, great discussion ensued- as it often does- between Janelle and I. We are perched in the summer before our senior year of college. Already, I'm moving away from my Coast Guard dreams of justice and adventure, and into a more resigned mindset of work, rent, and pay checks. In many ways, I am young Goldmund, and I am eager to see how he figures it out.
We talked-as we often do- of relationships. Janelle is in a good one, I am still "dating." We tried to define what that really means. I am still uncomfortable with the idea of a RELATIONSHIP being something that you can invest your whole self with... in the end, I just wish it wasn't a part of life. Janelle said something really good... but now I can't remember it.
What this post comes down to though, is that I am ok with the now. Unlike yesterday. While I still see the next three months looming in financial struggle and social strife, I'm not too concerned.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Well... Darn
I am feeling a bit dumb.
I didn't get registered for "The Designed Environment" and it turns out that you have to pay up front for summer classes. That was supposed to start today, and that is why I am back.
I don't have the $2,000 for it... so... here I am.
I am feeling the most upset right now, because I could have spent a full two more days at home.
Instead, I am here, feeling sorry for myself. After having so many days off, there's nothing I am trying to pack in... except for being at home.
I intend to get out and get stuff done, and to stop moping.
I REALLY want to call my mom, but I left my phone charger in her car. The last text message I was able to send was asking for her to mail it to me.
It is definitely not productive to be sitting around here wishing I could be sitting around at home. Yet this is the most homesick I've felt in a while.
Plan of action:
1) Take the train to Target; get work shoes that won't give me bunyans, as well as other necessities.
2) Go to Cub for food staples
3) Read. I brought MORE books back that I've been wanting to read.
I am feeling like I do during the school year, when there is so much to do, yet I am inadequate to do ANY of it.
Bliargh.
I didn't get registered for "The Designed Environment" and it turns out that you have to pay up front for summer classes. That was supposed to start today, and that is why I am back.
I don't have the $2,000 for it... so... here I am.
I am feeling the most upset right now, because I could have spent a full two more days at home.
Instead, I am here, feeling sorry for myself. After having so many days off, there's nothing I am trying to pack in... except for being at home.
I intend to get out and get stuff done, and to stop moping.
I REALLY want to call my mom, but I left my phone charger in her car. The last text message I was able to send was asking for her to mail it to me.
It is definitely not productive to be sitting around here wishing I could be sitting around at home. Yet this is the most homesick I've felt in a while.
Plan of action:
1) Take the train to Target; get work shoes that won't give me bunyans, as well as other necessities.
2) Go to Cub for food staples
3) Read. I brought MORE books back that I've been wanting to read.
I am feeling like I do during the school year, when there is so much to do, yet I am inadequate to do ANY of it.
Bliargh.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Summer's here!
The moon is right between the Wells Fargo building and the IDS Tower (?) It matches really well. Really reminds me that I am on a planet. :)
Today, I feel was a "classic" college experience.
Having konked out at 4am after getting as far as I could through Foucault chapter summaries, AND a load of laundry, I tried to get up at 8:30. 8:30 turned into 9:30, and when I settled into write, I discovered that while my battery slowly drained, my power cord did nothing to assist.
My first instinct was to email it to myself, and work on it in the Urness computer lab. So I did, but the documents weren't compatible. This meant all my formatting was messed up, including fonts and sizes. Too complicated. I panicked and said bad words.
After calling my mom and calming down, I called Que Computers to see if they had a power cord that would work. They did! I rode my bike, and it was nice, and everything got back in order. I spent the rest of the day writing, and finished with time to spare!
This was one of those things they tell you happens when you're in Orientation.
I presented my research for Queer Studies in Oren 100, just like a real academic conference! I made jello animals to represent Foucault's archaeological approach to history, as well as how structures mold the self. Heh heh heh. It was fun. I'd say I will miss this project, but it will never be over! I am happy about that.
And now I am done, pajamaed and alone in my room, facing the last two days living with Erica in college.
She's not here. ... I plan on watching Netflix. Guilt free! (Guilt free because I will not be not doing homework. Not because Erica makes me feel guilty. Thought I'd specify).
But anyway, summer is here. I somehow made it through last semester. It's too near for proper reflection, but I know I learned a lot.
Next semester, Kathy said that we can write priorities on a board, so we can ask eachother about them. I like that Idea. I also like that Kathy will be with me in student senate. It's exciting being Secretary again, though I kind of feel like I am hogging the position. I like meetings, I like taking notes... I guess that's all right!
Ah.
Summer.
First plans:
Finish Lolita
Buy plane tickets to visit Martin!
Start work at Dino's on MONDAY!
Cultivate garden plot.
Today, I feel was a "classic" college experience.
Having konked out at 4am after getting as far as I could through Foucault chapter summaries, AND a load of laundry, I tried to get up at 8:30. 8:30 turned into 9:30, and when I settled into write, I discovered that while my battery slowly drained, my power cord did nothing to assist.
My first instinct was to email it to myself, and work on it in the Urness computer lab. So I did, but the documents weren't compatible. This meant all my formatting was messed up, including fonts and sizes. Too complicated. I panicked and said bad words.
After calling my mom and calming down, I called Que Computers to see if they had a power cord that would work. They did! I rode my bike, and it was nice, and everything got back in order. I spent the rest of the day writing, and finished with time to spare!
This was one of those things they tell you happens when you're in Orientation.
I presented my research for Queer Studies in Oren 100, just like a real academic conference! I made jello animals to represent Foucault's archaeological approach to history, as well as how structures mold the self. Heh heh heh. It was fun. I'd say I will miss this project, but it will never be over! I am happy about that.
And now I am done, pajamaed and alone in my room, facing the last two days living with Erica in college.
She's not here. ... I plan on watching Netflix. Guilt free! (Guilt free because I will not be not doing homework. Not because Erica makes me feel guilty. Thought I'd specify).
But anyway, summer is here. I somehow made it through last semester. It's too near for proper reflection, but I know I learned a lot.
Next semester, Kathy said that we can write priorities on a board, so we can ask eachother about them. I like that Idea. I also like that Kathy will be with me in student senate. It's exciting being Secretary again, though I kind of feel like I am hogging the position. I like meetings, I like taking notes... I guess that's all right!
Ah.
Summer.
First plans:
Finish Lolita
Buy plane tickets to visit Martin!
Start work at Dino's on MONDAY!
Cultivate garden plot.
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