visions

I have successfully acquired the signature of the Fencing professor and am now in the McDaniel computer lab with an hour to spare before my next class (Shakespeare). I could go listen to the news podcasts I downloaded this morning or read the feminist theory book a prof lent me (actually way more interesting than it sounds), but instead I shall tell you about my trip to Baltimore yesterday. But first, I’ll show you.

Baltimore

That’s Connor, Gabe, Ben, and Cassandra. Missing from the picture are Jancey and Julia.

Anyway, we went to Baltimore yesterday to visit the American Visionary Art Museum. My parents go there occasionally, so I’d heard of it, and even quite a bit about it, but I’d never been myself. There was a big part of me that would have preferred to sleep through the afternoon, but the sister convinced me it would be worth it, and so we embarked.

It was worth it, no question. The range of quality is greater than in most museums I’ve visited, but the cool stuff is *really* cool, and there’s a fair amount that’s cool in a mind bogglingly absurd kind of way. Like the 16 foot model of the Lusitania made entirely out of toothpicks. Or the matchstick man, whose creator said things like, “Each matchstick represents a human being.” There is something beautiful about that idea, but it’s not your typical art museum fare.

My favorite piece was a seven panel painting by James Franklin Snodgrass which, from a distance, looks like two (very abstract) reclining figures, and from less of a distance can be seen to be comprised of zillions of tiny detailed smaller figures. Some of them are just faces and bodies floating there, but others are doing things, like bathing, drowning, assembling in groups, etc. I could get lost in it for days, I think, but I’m not sure I’d come back with my sanity intact. Unfortunately, there don’t seem to be any pictures of the piece on the net (not that it could even come close to capturing the awesomeness). So you should go and check it out for yourself.

All of the art I mentioned above is in the museum’s permanent collection; the current exhibit is “Race, Class, Gender ≠ Character”. Some of the exhibit was excellent, some was mediocre, and some was…eh. It’s accompanied by some interesting text, but you can read all of that on the exhibit’s website. It’s certainly worth visiting, though, if only to see some of the interesting things people are doing — like phenomenally intricate pictures from cutting and pasting colored papers, or the hundreds of dolls made from pipe cleaners. Also, some work by Rosie O’Donnell. I didn’t know she was an artist.

The current exhibit is there until September 3, 2006, but the Snodgrass painting is there all the time and it alone is probably worth the price of admission.

resumption

Spring classes start today, and I am feeling somewhere between “finally!” and “already?!?”.

The three week January session ended on Friday, and while I had a blast and got a lot out of the writing workshop I did, I’ve been feeling impatient for the semester to start. I think I feel like now that I’m back in school full time, and time spent not acquiring credits is wasted. Also, I’m taking a rather full load and I’ve got some anxiety about it, so I think I’m wanting to get started so I can get it over with.

Here’s what I’m taking:

  • Shakespeare
  • Approaches to the Study of Language (basically a linguistics class)
  • Advanced Composition
  • Creative Writing – Poetry
  • American Constitutional Law
  • Tennis

Here’s what I’m not taking:

  • Fencing

I’m registered for it, but, after dreading the idea for months, I have finally decided to drop the class. McDaniel PE classes are half a credit each and last for a month. Each class is designated either Fitness or Skill, and everyone has to take a total of four classes, with at least one in each designation. Most of the fitness classes are things like jogging or swimming, while tennis, volleyball, and the like are skill. Fencing, somehow, is a fitness class, though. I figured this meant it was probably fairly easy — as in, if it’s not a skill class they can’t grade you on your skill — but someone informed me last night that it is not in fact an easy class. That pretty much convinced me. But I still have to go to the first class so I can drop it. I’m pretty sure they should allow us to drop things online for the first week.

Anyway….I’m really looking forward to my five non-PE classes. It’s going to be a lot of writing, but, you know, that’s the way I like it.

unplugged

I haven’t had internet at home for the last week or so, and won’t again until Thursday. What this means for you is: I’m not spending much time blogging, it takes a while for me to approve comments, and I’m not getting to email as quickly as normal.

What this means for me is: I never know what the weather is like until I step outside, I have no idea what’s going on in current events, I’ve made a lot of progress toward organizing my mp3 library (and spent some time thinking about whether or not I can call it an mp3 library if most of the files are actually in the .m4a or .m4p formats), my father called me one day to make sure I was still around as it took me more than 24 hours to reply to an email, I’ve gotten much better at spider solitaire, and my recipe-creation skills have received a workout.

In some ways this has been proof for me that I can survive without internet access at home. But I really really really don’t like it.

happy new year

Blame it on the wine, the holiday, the hour, but this is probably going to be an uncharacteristically sappy post.

This year, sick of disappointing New Year’s Eves and with no promise of anything different, I decided that rather than trying for something great and wishing I’d aimed for a regular Friday night, I aimed even lower and opted for an evening in with my cats and a bottle of wine. Ultimately it was probably a good thing as I appear to have come down with a cold and probably wouldn’t have been up for a party anyway, and I’m not gonna say it was the best New Year’s I’ve ever had, but I can’t think of a better one.

Around 7:30, though, I started to panic. “I can’t spend New Year’s alone!” I thought. I felt guilty, although I wasn’t sure why. I wasn’t wishing for something better to do, but staying home felt like I was breaking the rules. I pulled out my journal.

I wonder how many times you have thought to yourself, “If we had been together at midnight, we would be together now.”
I wonder where you are now, tonight, where you will be when midnight comes again.

The thing is that, as I mentioned before, the New Year is the one holiday that I actually think is worth celebrating. I’m not religious, so Christmas, Easter, Yom Kippur, Kwanzaa, none of them mean a whole lot. A new year, though — that’s something to get excited about. That’s a holiday I can get behind. But how do you celebrate everything that it can represent? I don’t have a problem with the getting drunk and kissing someone thing (and really, maybe if I’d always had someone satisfactory to kiss I wouldn’t have been so disappointed in past years), but it certainly doesn’t seem adequate.

So I wrote a list of things I look forward to doing in the next year (not resolutions, exactly, but things I genuinely look forward to doing), watched Dick Clark, and wrote in my journal.

Here are some of the things I look forward to in 2006, in no particular order:

  • blog regularly
  • take fun pictures
  • spend lots of time with Jancey
  • wear white sweaters
  • obsess over some cute boys
  • read a bunch of Shakespeare
  • vote against Rick Santorum
  • be a bridesmaid in Tammy’s wedding
  • have writing sessions with Ross
  • eat a lot of baby spinach
  • talk to the little girl upstairs
  • buy shoes to wear with the brown stripey pants
  • take Spanish
  • think about how weird it is that I don’t mind the cats’ stinky breath
  • listen to my iPod
  • try new restaurants
  • play Boggle with my dad
  • read The Secret Life of Bees
  • drink wine (or whatever) with Connor and Pete and Gabe (and Steve, until he leaves)
  • work on Contrast
  • keep my apartment mostly clean
  • write a novel
  • drink coffee with brown sugar
  • be here now
  • and so many more…
  • It’s gonna be a good year for me. I hope for you too.

    pesce mediterranean bistro

    I can’t believe I didn’t blog this place before.

    Sometime over the summer (I think — it’s been a while), Snow and I had dinner at Pesce Mediterranean Bistro, which is tragically and criminally without a website. Snow is one of my favorite dining partners, because we both enjoy sampling as much of the menu as possible, and have similar (but not identical) tastes. Pesce’s extensive selection fit our style well, and that summer evening we constructed a meal entirely of appetizers and maybe a salad. Our server, Lenny, was not only accomodating but encouraging of this strategy, and helped us decide when we weren’t sure what we should order next. Everything we tried was delectable. Everything, and especially the seafood, was phenomenally fresh, and the flavor pairings — which came in both the traditional and innovative varieties — were well matched. It was one of the top dining experiences of my life.

    Earlier this week, Snow and I made plans to have lunch together today. We exchanged several emails and had a long serious conversation about where to dine. There were many good suggestions made. We kept saying, “If we could know that Lenny would be our server, we’d go back to Pesce.” Finally we called Pesce and ascertained that Lenny was working, and that he could wait on us. And we were off.

    Pesce’s lunch menu doesn’t have the extensive selection of appetizers the dinner menu does, but we were able to construct a wonderful shared meal anyway. We started with soup ($3 for a cup, $5 for a bowl) — some kind of lobster bisque for Snow, and a smoked butternut squash with goat cheese and toasted pumpkin seeds soup for me. Mine had more cream and less squash than I expected, but the taste still met my high expectations.

    After the soup, we shared a baby spinach salad with crumbled blue cheese, candied walnuts, and some kind of vinaigrette ($6, I think). Lenny recommended it, and we were once again glad we took his advice. It was a little heavy on the dressing, but somehow, I didn’t mind because the flavors worked so well together. And I have been known to send back salads with too much dressing.

    Our original plan had been to share a pasta dish and an entree, for maximum sampling pleasure, but about halfway through the linguine with clams, mussels, scallop, shrimp, and salmon ($9), I knew that there was no way I could enjoy another course. I ended up giving Snow part of mine, so full was I. The pasta also came with a cream sauce I could have done without (maybe a lighter version of it would have been better), but I was just as impressed with the flavor and succulence of the seafood as I was over the summer, and I was sorry to realize that I was growing full.

    Not too full, though, for the dessert Lenny recommended. Unfortunately, after we’d ordered it, he came back to say that cheesecake he’d raved about was gone, and he wasn’t sure if the stuff that replaced it was as good. So, he said, just in case, this piece was on the house. I don’t know what the cheesecake he’d had tasted like, but what he gave us was very good. Not exceptional, but very good. Even better, though, were the blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries that accompanied it. Berries like that are hard to find in the summer; to have them in December was beyond my wildest dreams.

    You should try it. Here are the details:

    Pesce Mediterranean Bistro is on Eisenhower Blvd. I have no idea what their hours are, but they’re open for lunch and dinner. Our meal (2 soups, a salad, a pasta dish) was $22.26 and plenty large enough to feed both of us (even though I’d had only a piece of toast for breakfast and Snow’s not a small guy). It’s more expensive at dinner, of course, but still very reasonable. The atmosphere is casual but nice. Everyone’s extraordinarily friendly. And oh yeah, they have a bar, and a nice wine selection.

    Lenny’s there Thursday nights, and…I forget what he said about the rest of the weekend. But I imagine the food’s great even when he’s not there.

    catching up

    *sigh*

    I’d been without power for about 20 hours, but my upstairs neighbors, who had power in some rooms, were kind enough to run me an extension cord so I could power those things which I deemed to be most important. That, of course, meant my computer (except this morning when it meant my coffee grinder), and I was nearly finished with a longish post when suddenly my lights turned on and the computer turned off. So, of course, I lost the post. But the power seems to now be restored to the entire house, and I think they’re done messing with the fuse box, so with any luck I will be able to make it through this post without losing it. I don’t have the energy/patience to recreate it in its entirety, though, so you’re going to get the abridged version.

    I’ve posted pictures of my family decorating my grandmother’s Christmas tree, and some older pictures of one of my cats.

    I had an excellent Christmas. I hope you did, too. My immediate family tried some new approaches this year, designed to minimize consumerism and maximize recipient satisfaction, which worked out well. My best gift was that my mother cleaned and repaired my favorite winter coat, which was in need of both. Well, that and the iPod Nano I got from my aunt, who wasn’t bound by the same restrictions as the immediate family. Really, though, I genuinely wanted everything I got, which is a great feeling, and there’s been none of that post-Christmas “Crap, what do I do with this?” dread. Also, I asked for mechanical pencil lead and earplugs, both of which I ran out of a couple of weeks before Christmas. Waiting for them made me enjoy receiving them so much that they might also be near the top of the list of favorite gifts. Perhaps instant gratification really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

    Moving on….

    On Friday I went with Biff and some others to see chesterattic play the Abbey Bar at ABC, which was a good time. Matt, one of the Abbey bartenders, should be visited often and tipped well.

    I should probably disclose that chesterattic’s drummer is of my circle of friends, but the music, which they describe as “NuJazz”, was really good, and I don’t think I’m being biased. I feel like I’ve been listening to a lot of jazz lately, but it’s really just been two events at McDaniel and Friday night. But that’s three more jazz events than normal, and it’s kind of growing on me. That doesn’t mean that I can begin to describe chesterattic in any meaningful way, so if you’re curious you should just check them out for yourself.

    In addition to hearing the band, I met Fred Otteson, who plays bass for the group (and is the father of drummer and friend Erik Otteson) and writes a Dillsburg blog for PennLive. It’s not entirely Dillsburg, but it is Dillsburg-centric, and is miraculously interesting, given its focus.

    I also ran into several friends who I haven’t seen in years, and had a chance to do a little bit of catching up with them. That was better than any music could ever be.

    I think there was even more in the original post, but I don’t remember what it was, and I’m sure you’ve heard enough. Oh! I just remembered. Just this: the new year is one of the few holidays I really feel motivated to celebrate, but I don’t think I have ever, in my life, or at least not since earliest adolescence, had a really good New Year’s Eve, or at least not one worthy of the year I hope to have. What’s up with that?

    thinking about shameless promotion

    I recently spent a large number of hours adapting CubeCart for use with The Circle School’s website. If you’re looking for a shopping cart program and don’t mind doing some tweaking, I highly recommend CubeCart. It’s not as out-of-the-box pretty as some of the other cart programs, but it’s extremely easy to customize, both functionally and aesthetically.

    But that’s not the shameless promotion I’m getting at. This is:

    Thinking About The Circle School, by James Rietmulder, is now available for order. It’s written specifically about The Circle School, but it’s also a really interesting look at some of the philosophical questions about the future of education. I might be biased, but I highly recommend it if you’re at all interested in education in the 21st century.

    ick ew yuck scary

    Last night some guy got shot and (presumably) carjacked where I normally park a few times a week.

    I’m not usually parked there after dark (deliberately), but I was planning to turn onto Union St from PA Ave at 9 PM last night when I realized that a stretch of yellow tape and a plethora of police cars were impeding my ability to do so. I assumed it was some drug thing, as it’s a druggy kind of area, and now, terrible as it may sound, I hope it was some drug thing. I’d much rather believe that than think that it was random.

    I’m a winner, baby!

    At approximately 6:45 this evening I checked my word count and — lo and behold I was at 50,014 words! So I did some quick wrapping up (the story’s so disjointed it’s not even funny), went to a meeting, and came home and verified it. NaNoWriMo.org verified my final word count at 50,312.

    Congrats to Ross, who finished just a few minutes later (but got to validate first!).