Lucky numbers
I’m not entirely sure where it came from, but I’ve always liked the number 12. For a long time I thought it was because Jim Kelly’s number was 12 and I think he’s one of the NFL’s greatest players. But I was thinking about it today. I think there are more reasons.
I like things to sync up. There are 12 months in the year. That’s nice. I can divide out this lucky number by the year. Convenient.
I noticed that a lot of my poems occur when I was 12. But I also noticed I lie about thi a lot. I have a poem mentioning that I was 12 when my grandpa died but I would have been 14. But 14 is an ugly number. You can only divide it by four numbers (1, 2, 7, and 14).
Twelve can be divided by six numbers (1,2,3,4, 6, and 12). Six is a good number, also. It can be divided by two and it ends up being odd numbers. That’s what I like about 12. Divide it by four and you get three. Divide it by three and you get four. Depending on which way you go, it could be the end of the dividing tree or you might still have a few divisions left.
Twelve is a good age. Old enough to be aware of things, but not a teen yet. Is that a tween? Or a preteen. Who the hell came up with ‘tween’ anyway? I remember when I turned 13 I thought it was pretty sweet. I was a teenager. But not really. I couldn’t do teen things. I think I thought once I was a teen I could do teen things and girls would like me. Not so true.
I’m getting distracted.
A new post?
Hey, a new post. It’s been awhile. Again. It’s hard to get back in the scheme of things with blogging.
So here’s why I haven’t been blogging:
Building my 242 syllabus. I think I’m going to be a hard ass. Or at least I’m asking a lot of them. But I did a lot in my intro to creative writing class. And if they’re not intereted in creative writing and they’re just taking it for the intensive writing credit, then there are other options for that. They’d probably get more out of a technical writing class, if they’re so inclined.
Since the semester officially ended, on Friday, I’ve worked Friday night and Sunday morning and I drove Colin to Mpls this morning. I haven’t quite settled into break.
I’ve been trying to clean my apartment. I like coming home to a clean apartment after going back to Springfield, which I’ll be doing a week from today.
Oh, and I built this:
Notice the Journey poster on the left. That came in an album I bought a few months ago. It’s torn, but it’s pretty sweet. And you’ll see on the right a little poster. That’s a Black Sabbath poster a student made last year for her Multi Genre project (she did a press kit for Sabbath). It’s also pretty sweet.
Anyway, I got tired of all the wasted space in that corner. So I built a shelf over the speakers. Then I built a TV stand. Then I built another shelf for more records. Then I built a cabinet up top. Here’s a close up of the cabinet area:
And I’ve been working on some writing. I’m getting into some new stuff I’m digging.
Oh, and the press. Jenny’s book is coming up. I’ve been doing layout for that. And I need to get the cover art finished. And some little bonuses.
What are you up to?
Ready
I’m ready to pimp my wares at AWP:
And, hey. A friend of mine from undergrad started a blog where he’s doing writing prompts and posting them. I’m glad he’s tuning up his writing again. I always thought he was pretty good. Anyway, check it out for prompt ideas and whatnot: clayheld.com
Walter Doin Work
Walter has made this chair his chair.
He gets comfortable on that chair.
Really comfortable.
He also likes boxes.
Yearly sickness
If you didn’t hear, I’m sick again. It’s coming at about the right time. The cool thing is I’ve lost two pounds since last year. Can’t hate that too much. But, here’s the skinny. In case your wondering.
Wednesday night I stayed a a ovely young lady’s house. Thursday morning she said she wasn’t feeling well. I had to go to work Thursday 1-5. I felt ok. I stayed in Thursday night since i had to work Friday 9-5. I find out friday that the lovely young lady has H1N1. At this point, I was starting to feel a little ill. But I figured I was being a hypochondriac. Saturday night I had to work 5-1. I started to really feel bad that night. Not horrible. Just bad. Then I had to turn around and open Sunday morning at 10. I was 5 minutes late because I couldn’t get out of bed. And I ended up begging the manager to get someone else to come in so I could go to the doctor. She got someone to come in.
The doctor told me the good news is that I don’t have H1N1. The bad news is that I have Bronchial Pneumonia.
Yay. So I’m taking a few days off to recuperate. And hydrate. And take lots of baths. My current bathtub sucks. Royally. I don’t have a drain stopper so whenever I want to take a bath I have to duct tape the drain closed. It works.
I’m going to go lay down.
Another Stencil
I made two more stencils while at work today because it was dead.I haven’t cut them out yet, but here they are:
Old Pictures
I was going through old pictures and I found this. I don’t know if I’ve posted it before. Hope no future employers find this blog.
New Site
I’ve started relearning my web design. And I started redoing the press site. For a sneak peek at the test version (only the home page has been revamped) go to this link: rocksawpress.com/test
Artsy Fartsy
I done made myself a pretty little thing. Sorta. Katrina and I were making stencils. Hers is pretty bad ass:
See, hers works well as a stencil. I haven’t even tried mine yet. Because I have this problem. I’m ensy. I put in ridiculously small details. Details that won’t translate to stencil work. The spray paint will just fill in the holes. So I was thinking that I might put some translucent paper behind the cut out, mount it on a box, and put a light source inside. Make a little light box. Here it is:
And then there’s these that I had made:
Who wants one?
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