ice to keep the swelling down
weather: sunny! coolish, still windy.
i feel a need to report on all my travels. where should i begin?
first, LA.
great time, terrible town. it felt like being in tampa all over again. except with this mysterious buzz that somehow this place was cooler and more hip and more stylish than tampa. but really, it wasn't. okay so they have some hills where you can drive to the top for a view. but besides that - they have an ocean, florida has a (prettier) ocean. they have urban sprawl, florida has urban sprawl. they have strip malls, florida has strip malls. they have my favorite really really TALL palm trees, florida has them too. okay, LA wins there because they have more, but we can work on that point. at least florida has alligators and birds and fruit trees, and generally feels more... lush. LA just has smog, and quite frankly, it's gross.
but i got to see the reas duo, and they totally rock. i love them. cait is the epitome of all that is graceful in this world, and casey is one of the most talented and gifted people i've ever had the pleasure of meeting. his gallery show was gorgeous, and on top of that, it was so rejuvenating to help him set it up and get it ready. nevermind that he had me risk my life on wobbly scaffolding to hang a black cloth on the back wall. i'll forgive him. he took me for pearl tea. groupc.net.
also, the conference (e3) was a true treat. i'm slowly learning more about this industry i'm working in. many points are still a mystery to me, many nuances still allude me, but i think i'm starting to get the hang of it. i don't feel like an outsider looking in so much anymore. in fact, i almost, just almost, feel like i'm a part of it. it's like those long ropes in gym class that you have to climb to the top of in a race with your friends... i feel like my feet are finally off the ground and i'm dangling a few inches up, with a deathgrip on the first knot. a strange feeling, considering just last year i was on a totally different rope altogether (and progressing at a rather nice pace). now -- i'm flalling around, slightly out of control, but at least i'm off the ground. how soon until i jump ship? how long should i keep going up?
oh let's move on. to florida. good old clearwater!
every time i go home i feel a different emotion about the place. sometimes, i hate it. every crack in the sidewalk and dry patch of grass makes me cringe. other times, i love it. every palm tree and cool breeze and snowy egret that i see walking around in our neighborhood makes me nostalgic and calm and happy. thank goodness this was one of those weekends. it was a short trip, but perhaps the perfect amount of time because it left no moment to get disillusioned. my dad turned 60, and we threw him an old fashioned birthday party, complete with singing, cake and ice cream, friends, and presents. i can't believe he's 60 already, it really astounds me! his heart is so much younger than his body and age might show.
and then i went to new england. wood's hole.
and i had a really fantastic amazing wonderful weekend. i don't feel like getting into the details, but it involved camping and sailing and clamming and sleeping and eating and going to a whaling museum and all around happiness. it couldn't have been a better weekend if i'd written the script myself.
i feel a need to report on all my travels. where should i begin?
first, LA.
great time, terrible town. it felt like being in tampa all over again. except with this mysterious buzz that somehow this place was cooler and more hip and more stylish than tampa. but really, it wasn't. okay so they have some hills where you can drive to the top for a view. but besides that - they have an ocean, florida has a (prettier) ocean. they have urban sprawl, florida has urban sprawl. they have strip malls, florida has strip malls. they have my favorite really really TALL palm trees, florida has them too. okay, LA wins there because they have more, but we can work on that point. at least florida has alligators and birds and fruit trees, and generally feels more... lush. LA just has smog, and quite frankly, it's gross.
but i got to see the reas duo, and they totally rock. i love them. cait is the epitome of all that is graceful in this world, and casey is one of the most talented and gifted people i've ever had the pleasure of meeting. his gallery show was gorgeous, and on top of that, it was so rejuvenating to help him set it up and get it ready. nevermind that he had me risk my life on wobbly scaffolding to hang a black cloth on the back wall. i'll forgive him. he took me for pearl tea. groupc.net.
also, the conference (e3) was a true treat. i'm slowly learning more about this industry i'm working in. many points are still a mystery to me, many nuances still allude me, but i think i'm starting to get the hang of it. i don't feel like an outsider looking in so much anymore. in fact, i almost, just almost, feel like i'm a part of it. it's like those long ropes in gym class that you have to climb to the top of in a race with your friends... i feel like my feet are finally off the ground and i'm dangling a few inches up, with a deathgrip on the first knot. a strange feeling, considering just last year i was on a totally different rope altogether (and progressing at a rather nice pace). now -- i'm flalling around, slightly out of control, but at least i'm off the ground. how soon until i jump ship? how long should i keep going up?
oh let's move on. to florida. good old clearwater!
every time i go home i feel a different emotion about the place. sometimes, i hate it. every crack in the sidewalk and dry patch of grass makes me cringe. other times, i love it. every palm tree and cool breeze and snowy egret that i see walking around in our neighborhood makes me nostalgic and calm and happy. thank goodness this was one of those weekends. it was a short trip, but perhaps the perfect amount of time because it left no moment to get disillusioned. my dad turned 60, and we threw him an old fashioned birthday party, complete with singing, cake and ice cream, friends, and presents. i can't believe he's 60 already, it really astounds me! his heart is so much younger than his body and age might show.
and then i went to new england. wood's hole.
and i had a really fantastic amazing wonderful weekend. i don't feel like getting into the details, but it involved camping and sailing and clamming and sleeping and eating and going to a whaling museum and all around happiness. it couldn't have been a better weekend if i'd written the script myself.
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