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Thursday, July 07, 2005

 
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fireworks? right. the neighborhood crackled and sparkled and boomed for the whole fourth of july weekend, which freaked amelia out a little, especially when the people right across the street would shoot mortars and it would sound like a tree fell right above us. then on the holiday proper, we picked up jalex, michaelmas & seeger (believe it or not, the first time jalex & michaelmas have met), and went to the river to watch the blues fest fireworks. good thing we brought ear plugs! i've enjoyed the fireworks show from michaelmas's 25-story roof before with great delight, but it was also great to hear them explode and hiss right above us and we were close enough to actually see each of them launch from the barge. unfortunately, michaelmas & seeger chose to walk home, and they were in bed before jalex, sven & i were even out of the parking lot.

coming out of the studio the other night i found some boys trying to take down a stop sign by removing it whole, shaking the pole until it wobbled precariously. "what are you doing?" i asked, hoping to make them slink away under an observant neighborly eye, but it barely made them blink. "trying to take down the stop sign," they said, thick with an unspoken "duh." i stood on the sidewalk across the street and they eventually got the hint, but instead of leaving they decided to just wait me out and sat on the curb by the stop sign. i made a few more trips back & forth to the studio and they continued to sit at the foot of the sign, each of us careful to not look too much like we were watching the other. finally on a trip out of the studio they were gone, and in the morning i was relieved to find we still had a stop sign.

been doing a fair amount of fall artist's way promotional prep this week (in portland, google, in portland! portland artist's way!). i've gotten some useful feedback from the creative job club folks and went for an individual session yesterday, which helped clarify some goals. only 8 weeks before the fall artist's way classes begin...!

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