keyboards

Wow. That last entry was really really late at night, quite drunk, and very inspired. It ended with a rip off Joel Peter Witkin photo shoot. Any hoo, I think everyone should spend time drinking bubbly with a person that has nine keyboards (one of which is a baby grand piano) in his guest room.

I love piano players

I wish someone had said " fuck ballet. try contemporary dance.". I wish someone had said " Screw classical, try making your own music".

I love my family SO much that my heart hurts

I have the best family. If I could ochestrate a fire works show accompanied by symphonies, free champagne for all, masses of water slides and trampolines at ones disposal, balmy summer evening weather, crickets singing and the smell of fresh cut grass, it might sum up a fraction of the joy and bliss that I feel around my amazing family. I am a cheese ball, and this is my only public venue to exhalt my beloved family!

I heart the ghetto

My future studio looks out over abandoned factories, a power plant replete with the visual cacaphony of coils cords and conductors, and a huge beautiful ever-billowing smoke stack! When my sister drove me past last week, I could not stop giggling. What I thought I was leaving behind will be right out my front door.

Will I ever be a real blogger?

It seems that I will never get the hang of this stuff. Sometimes I want to pretend that the whole world is reading this thing, and shout all my news, ideas, thoughts, and assume that it is having an impact. Conversely, I want to pretend that not a single soul is reading this (the more likely of the two), and spill the beans, let the skeletons out, stick my foot in my mouth repetedly and with vigor, with confidence that no one will ever read these words.

Anyways......I am on the verge of moving to San Francisco. It is oddly cold in Q town. I feel good about the way my shoulders look after going to the gym for 2 months. I have fervently been doing crossword puzzles. I have only one job (a new thing). I am dating several men (also a first in my life). I am up absurdly early because one of these men is a bike comuter to his real job. I finished a painting yesterday that is the embodiment of happiness.....lime green factory, turquoise lanscape, yellow sky, and periwinkle lines. My sister graduates next week. Which means I will graduate in two years.....bettter to have a terminal degree than a terminal illness. Oops, that was dark. Maybe I should not go public this early in the morning. Well. enough for now. Maybe it will be another year before I update this silly thing. Maybe not. Maybe I will start wearing a stone washed denim jacket, covered in buttons that proclaim "I heart my blog", "Blogs: The new frontier", "Bloggers are Better".