grizzly adams had a beard

suggested track: "downloading porn with davo" by the moldy peaches

i've become really bad about updating and i apologize. i'm becoming frustrated and self obsessed with balancing work with studio work with deadlines etc. today and yesterday were the days that professors were looking at slides for TA's. this means that probably a week from now we'll find out who was blessed with an interview and who wasn't. christ, i feel ill just thinking about it. my heart is racing, and my stomach feels like i left it on top of a hill on a roller coaster. this happens about twenty times a day. pretty much every time i think about it. including right now. i keep going back and forth in thinking that i will get an interview, and i won't. a lot of my friends seem to think that i will. i wish i could be that confident in myself. i desperately want to teach next year.

this weekend was busy, and i didn't get any work done. friday i saw waking life. i loved it. it wasn't life changing as it was for tripp, but still very good. visually it was incredible. some of the dialouge was absurd however. it was as if someone edited and rewrote every "deep" existentialist conversation you had or overheard the first two years in college. some of it was interesting, some of it was banal, and some of it was obvious. yet i was riveted the entire time. i have to see it again.

i also met this complete asshole at an opening before that. i believe he is the boyfriend of a first year. he was calling me out on my work. or trying to. essentially he was attacking me, and had already drawn conclusions about me and my work, and really wasn't interested in a discussion. he wanted me to be what his idea of what he remembers seeing of my work. which was wrong in the first place. a complete dick. it pissed me off the rest of the night.

saturday was reserved for going to chicago to take down the wood street show. this was bad, because we had to get up at the butt crack of dawn, and it was during the biggest snowstorm of the year. yes, now that winter is almost over, suddenly wisconsin decides that it wants to have winter. it has been freezing all week, and flurring or snowing a little almost every day. although it's supposed to rain tomorrow. anyway, it was crappy, and it took four hours to drive back from chicago in the shittiest of weather. not cool. so, roscoe and i went to the silver dollar, and met some people and got really hammered. played some pool, etc. it was good. this made me sleep pretty much most of sunday, and i decided that sunday i wasn't going to do a damn thing. so i didn't.

i also haven't shaved in over a week. everyone thinks i'm growing a beard. i guess technically i am. i'm actually just lazy. the beard just happens to be a side effect of the laziness.