Wednesday, August 31, 2011


Finally! Now to get my painting back from the shipping company, so I can send it good old US Post...

Friday, August 26, 2011

Southerners must be laughing...

We in Rhode Island are all about raiding Whole Foods in desperation for hurricane supplies. Heck, Laurent and I even cleaned up the garden a bit to minimize on the flying debris. He did more of the cleaning up outside, I will admit. Aside from the gutters, which I insisted on doing because I have fun being up on the roof.

I figured out that, if I want to do the NaNoWriMo, I need to write 3 pages per day in order to get to 50,000 words. So, do I go wild with that, or follow a structure? Both are tempting.

I just packed up one of my paintings to fly across the country to Corvalis, Oregon, for a show on mathematics in art, called Calculated Result - Mathematics in Art. A way cool show.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

NoMo what?

Several years ago I heard about National Novel Writing Month, while listening to kqed in Oakland, California. I was busy finishing my MFA, or maybe I was already dealing with a demanding baby person, but I vowed that I would do it, 50,000 words in 30 days, someday. I think this might be the someday. I'm thinking of going ultra cheesey: romance. Hah! I am the least romantic person I know. I can't wait. I once dared to criticize my mother for writing romance novels (which she never published, probably through want of trying) saying she should write what she knew. She had the grace to think this was funny, coming from her adolescent daughter.

The NaNoWriMo fits right in with the theme of this month: confusion. I have to admit that I am going through a midlife crisis. I say a and not the, because it isn't my first, and probably not my last. Emile is toddling, and I feel a parallel need to explore, and solidify.

Should I
  • continue exploring my artwork, even though I am terrified of even the most harmless and kind gallery managers?
  • go back to school to study the teaching of mathematics, with the goal of mixing art and math in adult remedial education? Harvard Extension School and UC Berkeley both have interesting programs that might work. Smith College has a well funded post bacc that gives grants to the students, as well.
  • continue teaching English as a Second Language?
  • go into translation?
  • write romance novels?

You see how things are. Alas.

Anyway, please join me in the November fun of writing absolute novel-lengthed crap.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The usual slow reentry

Above is one of Lucy's cloud photos, which she took in the car on the way to a children's meditation class at Boston's Shambhala center. Appropriate, right?

Below is one of the few photos I took of our trip. I will have to raid the supply of family numbers to get more. The weather was blissfully mild in Cannes and the Alps, and even cold enough for a sweater in Paris. I can handle a summer like that.

I'm working on spicing up the animation for my friend Camille's song, but my Dell, which had pulled a temporary Lazarus before (although I guess it was temporary even for Lazarus himself) is now beyond the grave, and so I'm still working out the wrinkles in the animation process. Simple scans to video is not working out as easily as it did before, so I'm trying to figure that problem out.

The enneagram has came back onto my plate, as friends around me try to figure out where they fit in that system. My sister's assertion that I am a nine, not a five, has been gaining some credence as I compare my self view with reality.
Key Motivations: Want to create harmony in their environment, to avoid conflicts and tension, to preserve things as they are, to resist whatever would upset or disturb them. (from )
Apparently, many nines like to believe they are fives. How unflattering for nines!

Lucy took this photo the night we left my sister's place in Brooklyn to come back home.