Sep 09
MeredithUncategorized hemingway, my homework face, pecans, super hot glasses that make me look smart, wintery light
I’ve been working oh-so-diligently on my homework this evening, so my self-portrait of the day is, of course, of me and my friend Hemingway. Read like a writer, I keep repeating to myself. I’m not sure it’s working. I’ve been so taught to read like…well, a critic, I suppose. I keep looking to deconstruct when I should be looking at how he did what he did and why, and what effect he achieved. Oops.
In other news, I can’t stop listening to “You don’t know me” by Ben Folds and Regina Spektor. It’s like a ginormous slice of pecan pie, but in music. My two most favorite people singing together.
And now, since I’ve got to get back to Ernest (we’ve got 50 more pages to go yet), I leave you with one of my favorite quotes from another of his works, A Moveable Feast:
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
Sep 07
MeredithUncategorized Fig leafy, hemingway, Rogue, Taquitos, weekendry
I’m not sure that is any better way to end a Sunday of homework then with a nap, some Mexican food, and a couple beers. Delicious.
Sep 07
MeredithUncategorized art supplies, effusivity, fall is here, hemingway, photos
What with it being hurricane season and all here on the East Coast, mother nature was just beside herself with excitement, so she sent some rain and serious wind all the way to Baltimore. It did truly magnificent things for my hair (see self-portrait), and for my spirits.
After attending the new-student orientation for the MFA in Creative Writing and publishing arts, where I gave a more or less three minute talk on why peer support is important and stuff (and, as suits me, was so nervous I shook like a leaf and said things I specifically told myself not to say), I tripped on over to Utrecht to pick up some art supplies. On today’s list were things for my typography course, including 3 different types of pencils, tracing paper, a kneadable eraser, and bristol (I’m still not entirely sure just what it is, at least in any more specific a way than fancy paper).
In my wanderings around the Mt. Vernon neighborhood, I did some shooting. Rain always produces interesting lighting, and this oh-so-temperamental rain was no different. The shot at left is one of my favorites of the day. I’m calling it “In the Gutter.” I’ve been shooting a lot lately, because Ave gave me a camera. It’s sure to inspire overshooting, and probably a little bit of that over-enthusiasm for what I shoot that comes with the heady excitement of having constant access to a camera and trying to figure it out. Oh well. I’m sure I’ll calm down soon enough.
Tomorrow is homework day here in Chez Meredith; I’ll be tracing the words “fig leafy” and reading Hemingway. I can’t really think of a better way to spend a Sunday. Unless I can squeeze in a photowalk.
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