Note to self and cautionary note to others: when looking up long lost acquaintances via the internet expect to be disappointed.
I am one tired lady. I spent the better part of (or all of) the day at a “Teacher’s Institute” for K-12 teachers who are thinking of integrating the arts into their curriculum. Let me just share a few questions I fielded today:
Q: “Ceramics—is that the one where you work with clay?”
Q: “How will I remember what I signed up for?”
A: “Perhaps you could write it down.”
Q: “How will we get to the museum??? Will there be directions?”
A: “No, actually we were planning on putting a blindfold on you, spinning you around three times in the parking lot and making you drive. That’s okay, right?”
I was also asked if I was Irish, as in, really Irish, not just watered down mixed mutt American Irish. As far as I know, I do not have a brogue. I don’t know if there’s something in the water around here, but the sheer multitude of stupid questions I was asked today by (supposedly) educated people made me not simply cringe for the future of our country, but shudder at what is going on in the present. I am cranky, so hopefully I will not be deluged with e-mails trying to prove me wrong. The people I met today and the questions they asked were stupid, plain and simple. Now, I will continue my cranky rant. . .
Okay, I’m done with the cranky. I think.
Other than the stupid filled day I had trying to be friendly whilst fielding stupid questions, I had quite a nice fun-filled weekend. It started and ended with a visit from the lovely Liz of Atlanta. I tried to show her the very best of Richmond and think I may have even succeeded in convincing her to move down here after she is done with her PhD (fingers crossed). I am beginning to feel like I’m part of the Richmond Chamber of Commerce. We also went “tubing” (floating slowly in an inner tube) down the James River complete with cooler filled with drinks and snacks. It was the laziest and most fun outdoor activity I have ever experienced. I had tons of conversations about the great film/arts/culture scene here and how to cultivate it. I met a guy who has a film reel tatto0ed on his arm (99.9% sure that is lame—not his arm, the tattoo). I met another guy (named Slash, yes, for real) who upholsters furniture with guys with tattoos and writes plays. I imagine Richmond to be a little like New York was in the 1970’s—cheap and filled with starving artists who don’t really want to starve but just want an inspiring place in a moderate climate to do stuff. As far as I know we don’t have problems with rats or XXX Theaters.
Which brings me to THIS: On Saturday night I was drawn to my living room window by the flashing light coming from the apartment across the street. Hoping to find a strobe light, I instead saw a guy taking pictures of a naked girl lying on his couch in front of the open window. The wide open window. I was disturbed, to say the least. It also made me extremely annoyed because they were well aware that the window was wide open, and I feel slightly repulsed to be a pawn in someone’s weird sex antics. YUCK! Again, I feel that I have a cast of Improv actors following me around just to annoy me.
Okay, back to the good: watching the first season of “Arrested Development,” watching “Spinal Tap” complete with in-character commentary, getting a visit from my best friend, beautiful weather, living in a city I like and can afford, talking to Daryl on Saturday mornings and making each other laugh despite distance, the new kick-ass coffee table I bought at Target, drinking wine on a Thursday afternoon, having the time to max and relax, driving a new car, etc. etc.
I want my gossip! - 2005-08-17
Goodbye, BGT! - 2005-08-08
hell hath no fury like a awriting workshop - 2005-08-01
My Love Don't Cost a Thing - 2005-07-14
Kiss My Grits! - 2005-07-06
