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wayfaringwordhackWhat I'm reading:
Grendel, by John Gardner. (Has anyone else read this? I'm not finished, so no spoilers wanted, but I'm curious to know what other people think.)
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frigg he does have some interesting things to say. I look forward to discussing some of his points with you.
A weird thing I saw today:
Purple, and I do mean purple!, pigeon droppings. The violet part looked like a flower on the surrounding splatter of white.
Nicest smell today:
The honeysuckle in my garden.
Yummiest thing I ate today:
The oven-baked chicken that J made (marinated in basil and lemon juice then breaded). After that I would have to say, St. Agur, my favorite cheese ever.
The ickiest thing I ate today:
Pâté. Pork liver pâté. Don't even ask me why I tried it. Well, I tried it because I think that some things need several essays before they will grow on you and J kept insisting how great it was, but I've officially given up on pâté. I'll never be that French.
Most uncomfortable moment:
Trying to convince the first gypsy lady (there were two that came by the gallery today) that no, I did not want to buy a handwoven basket from her. I already have two. I tried explaining, very nicely, that I'm moving overseas and don't need any more things to pack up and take with me, but she kept on and on about how they aren't expensive--not even listening to me. As she left the gallery, I heard her spitting a curse at me under her breath. *sigh*
Most difficult thing I did:
Tried to make the gallery look nice with objets d'arts that Idetest do not particularly care for. Alas, I only work there. I don't get to choose what we showcase.
Saddest thing I saw/heard:
The funeral bells and the mourners gathered before the cathedral. I hope the deceased had a rich life and that his/her survivors have many happy memories of their time together to get them through the loss.
The day's "Self-revelation":
I need to stop telling people "no" when they ask me if I'm an artist. I'm not just speaking about painting or drawing, but I feel even less like I have the right to call my self an "artist" than I do a "writer." But just because I'm not published or starving trying to make a living off my creativity, it does not make me less than.
Grendel, by John Gardner. (Has anyone else read this? I'm not finished, so no spoilers wanted, but I'm curious to know what other people think.)
Techniques of the Selling Writer:
frigg he does have some interesting things to say. I look forward to discussing some of his points with you.A weird thing I saw today:
Purple, and I do mean purple!, pigeon droppings. The violet part looked like a flower on the surrounding splatter of white.
Nicest smell today:
The honeysuckle in my garden.
Yummiest thing I ate today:
The oven-baked chicken that J made (marinated in basil and lemon juice then breaded). After that I would have to say, St. Agur, my favorite cheese ever.
The ickiest thing I ate today:
Pâté. Pork liver pâté. Don't even ask me why I tried it. Well, I tried it because I think that some things need several essays before they will grow on you and J kept insisting how great it was, but I've officially given up on pâté. I'll never be that French.
Most uncomfortable moment:
Trying to convince the first gypsy lady (there were two that came by the gallery today) that no, I did not want to buy a handwoven basket from her. I already have two. I tried explaining, very nicely, that I'm moving overseas and don't need any more things to pack up and take with me, but she kept on and on about how they aren't expensive--not even listening to me. As she left the gallery, I heard her spitting a curse at me under her breath. *sigh*
Most difficult thing I did:
Tried to make the gallery look nice with objets d'arts that I
Saddest thing I saw/heard:
The funeral bells and the mourners gathered before the cathedral. I hope the deceased had a rich life and that his/her survivors have many happy memories of their time together to get them through the loss.
The day's "Self-revelation":
I need to stop telling people "no" when they ask me if I'm an artist. I'm not just speaking about painting or drawing, but I feel even less like I have the right to call my self an "artist" than I do a "writer." But just because I'm not published or starving trying to make a living off my creativity, it does not make me less than.
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Date: 15 Jun 2006 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 16 Jun 2006 09:16 am (UTC)Oh, and you are an artist! Definitely! The new painting is absolutely lovely - and yes, you're fast. :)
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Date: 16 Jun 2006 12:44 pm (UTC)And thanks for the lovely compliment.