When Numbers Become Letters: Beyond The Amount of Too Many
Life is too darn busy.
I just wanna sit back on an old wooden stool, shaking my head to the beat of my trusty guitar and rasp out the emotions of life, with my harmonicist (?) buddy at my side! Okay, so that last bit may or may not have to do solely with the fact that I can hear some BB King in the background.
But life really is just a little too busy for my liking. I wish there were more hours in the day, because I want to do EVERYTHING! For example, here is one of my (many) favorite quotes:
“She wasn’t afraid of difficulties; what frightened her was being forced to choose one particular path. Choosing a path meant having to miss out on others. She had a whole life to live, and was always thinking that she might regret the choices she made now. She wanted to follow all possible paths and so ended up following none.”
I’m sure I’ve spoken of this before, however, this time something’s different. When I logged onto my CIEE Polaris account with the expectation of seeing the all-too-familiar “Status: Conditionally Accepted” orange message on the dashboard, I was pleasantly surprised to find THIS!
Ah, the life of a college student: Living in as many places as years I’ve been here.
Work, in all it’s various forms, is going great! ArtsWorcester just opened a show at the Hanover. (I guarded the door and chatted up the bartender the whole time). We got to use The Franklin Square Society Salon Gallery at the Hanover Theatre, which is this gorgeous room left over from 1904, complete with antique mirrors, ionic columns, and currently the exhibit Steps by Irina Parfenova. I searched and searched for pictures of the room, but can’t find any, sooo I’m seriously highly recommending that you go check it out yourself. So swanky.
Irina is this super sweet Russian native who is an incredible artist — her drawings are so detailed, there’s stories and metaphors behind everything, and her oil paintings…oh man. I wanted to buy this self portrait she did, but it’s not for sale. I can’t really blame her though, I wouldn’t sell it either. (This isn’t the best picture of it — the colors in real life are deeply contrasted, and it’s wonderfully textured.)
Last Tuesday after my shift at WorcesterMag, I walked my rumbling stomach down past Tito’s Bakery and decided “what the hey” and waltzed on in. Nothing was labeled or priced, so I awkwardly asked what a couple things were. The owner I think knew my plight, and was like, “Here sweety, try this, it’s delicious!” and handed an oblong, sticky pastry to my skeptical self. I forget what it was called but it was delicious — flaky dough, filled with cream cheese, and a light, sweet honey glaze.
Tito’s Bakery, consider yourself repped.
And since this is a school-sponsored blog, a bit about my actual schoolwork:
For my Graphic Design class, I’ve drawn probably 135uawlfd gazillion pictures of a compass. Yes, the amount is so great that numbers wouldn’t suffice, letters had to get thrown into the mix.
When this project is done, I’m making them into some sort of collage, and will forever let people assume I’m obsessed with compasses — this effort will not go to waste