Jan. 29th, 2004

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Driving home today felt like being inside an enormous moving snowglobe. I was extremely aware of the windows and the snow was fluttering everywhere like flour from God's giant sifter and my sister and I were listening to Zero 7's "Spinning." I can't explain how Zero 7 contributed to the snowglobe effect, but it did, and it was lovely instead of claustrophobic. I didn't say anything...

...unlike during English, when it was my turn to lead discussion and I kept accidentally turning the first parts of my questions into statements and then tacking on a "So what do you think about ______?" Several times, there was absolutely no response. There were a few people who contributed a lot, though. I'm hoping I get to continue with the discussion tomorrow because there's a lot left to say about Chapter Nine.

We had critique today in Photo on our works-in-progress. Tom spent a really long time at the table on which I had spread my work, talking about the decisions one has to make at this level. I had a lot of freedom during semester 3 and felt like a lot more was expected, but it was cake compared to the pressure I feel now. Actually, there's really no need to feel huge amounts of pressure in terms of time constraints--the pressure comes from my regret at not burning in the top of an image here, not correcting the blank corner of an image printed using a black border, etc. I need to compensate somehow. He said I was "on the right track," but I suddenly see so many flaws and realize that so many times I printed 8x10 as a cop-out, because the trays are right there and I have lots of 8x10 paper and it's easy. I have two weeks to finish the Virginia project, and the word "finish" suddenly involves huge amounts of re-printing, re-evaluating, re-thinking my entire plan. I love Photo, though. It's completely worth any stress. Tom talks about how we must please ourselves, and that is what I want--to feel satisfied with what I'm doing both in terms of shooting pictures and developing them and manipulating them. But I have to admit that I also crave approval from him, and I crave approval from Kate, Mike, and Michael. The four of us are all so different in terms of taste and direction, but enjoy each other's feedback.

Girl With a Pearl Earring arrives in my town tomorrow, finally. I'm definitely up for a trek to the movie theatre this weekend, weather permitting.
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EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS = Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot
Cinnamon London. (Oh, that's horrible-sounding.)

SOCIALITE ALIAS = Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Neighborhood Where You First Partied
Green-Bean Barberry. (I'm a little confused as to "town neighborhood," so I put the neighborhood where several of my friends live. I've "partied" aka "watched movies and laughed a lot and danced around like an idiot" there many times, but I'm not even sure if I'm spelling it right.)

"FLY GIRL (or Guy!)" ALIAS (a la J. Lo) = First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name
I am K. Jo! (Oh yes.)

DIVA ALIAS = Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen
Cookie Dawn. (There is nothing sweet within sight, so I made something up.)

BARFLY ALIAS = Last Snack Food You Ate + Your Favorite Drink
Pudding Café Mocha. (Of all the times to not drink alcohol...the names get worse and worse.)

SOAP OPERA ALIAS = Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived
Elizabeth Lafayette.

PORN STAR ALIAS = First Pet's Name + Street You Grew Up On
Daniel Zandale. (Except "Daniel" is decidedly male. Let's go with Lily Zandale.)

ROCK STAR ALIAS = Any Liquid on the Bar + Last Name of Bad-Ass Celebrity
Merlot Lopez. It's not exactly bad-ass, but it's funny.


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