i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
actually, i went to the exhibit in part thanks to david allen. after the creata session i looked at all my errands, figured out which ones i wanted to do, then roughly mapped them out (which is actually sven's trick), axed one of them because it couldn't be easily included on the route, and did several extra errands w/o any fuss or stress. it just seemed productive & sweet to be able to do that.
the garden, the garden! i gotta start the garden! which is funny, because i didn't do the garden last year till maybe mid-may. but i feel i cut my lettuce season short, and my favorite kind of gardening is salad-bowl gardening. one of my errands today was to stop by the portland nursery on division and pick some stuff up, but i walked out of there with nothing except a slightly chagrined sense of needing to plan a bit better what i want, where i want it, and how much i'm willing to spend. last year it was easier: there was only one small space. now i'm thinking of "branching out," as it were. heh, heh. especially thinking of scarlet flowers on the studio porch, something growing on the south side of the house which gets the best sun, and something to help hide the atrocious fence our neighbors painted deli-mustard yellow.
brian's poem is almost published! (as opposed to his shortshort story, which won't get in a printed form until next year.) he says, "i guess this is how writers stay sane: each time a piece gets sold, a piece from twelve months earlier gets published. doesn't feel so slow that way."
michael went to a bob dylan concert tonight. tomorrow will be crazy: the last 2 creata workshops (and i am missing one of the drawing studio classes to do it! meh!), then immediately off to the laurie anderson concert in eugene. on sunday i can breathe again. i hope.