loml.

i just wanted something pretty as the first page.   too much writing, not enough prettiness.

this is from the tv.  i like it.

I am in my last semester of Library School. I don’t know what is going to happen next, something for sure. I am going to use this blog that I don’t consistently update with anything, not even pictures, for my ePortfolio, so that is fun. I’ll end up with an intense resume thing. Its the instead of a thesis option, that I think everyone picks.

I have an internship with two places this semester. In an art museum, with the registrar and at a museum collaborative assisting in the digitization process. I haven’t really started either. But I am looking forward to them. But mostly looking forward to being finished with school.

I also started running again, and am trying to take at least a few pictures every week, and visit a few gallerys/museums a month. so all is well. and I turn 31 later this month.

so i did move back to so cal. interning at a museum in sd. rethinking more masters, maybe art history ph’d. in a few years. looking at artwork makes me feel like i am breathing again.

and today saw this written, two times. nobody here but us chickens. and i dont know what it means. and i used to want to live on a farm with chickens in the desert, but then i started feeling like that was a way for me to escape. not have to deal with real life. and i am okay with real life.

its a painting by monique prieto. but it was also in a book about miro. i think. not the painting. just the writing. i guess its like a trojan horse kind of thing. but i think it is supposed to be some sort of message to me.

so i have to find that out. more soon. ish.