What a neat day today; reading, writing, playing with computer paintboxes and playing games.
Yes, I milked the "I don’t feel good" thing to the hilt–never even got dressed this morning. There’s something about sitting around all day in a bathrobe that makes you feel sick but pampered. A neighbor was nice enough to plow our driveway since it was drifted in and Jim was waiting for the wind to die down before he could use the snowblower. The plowing at least gave him a starting point, and he was able to clear out the whole driveway and a path to the barn–my shop.
I’m getting a bit more used to Adobe Illustrator, and have created about a dozen different banners at least. Just can’t decide which ones I like best, and there’s still so much to play with that I may just change them every month. On a class work weblog, I started out very prim and proper with a dark green leather look and gold lettering, then went crazy with mezzotints and that wonderful liquify tool. Ended up leaving it sort of marbelized, but do want to go back to the leather grain look if I can do it again (I deleted it or liquified it somewhere along the way).
Got my little schoolbag packed for tomorrow night’s first class. It’s going to be tough going out two nights in a row for three-hour long classes, but I’ll just have to adjust my internal clock so I don’t zonk out, especially in the history class which is pretty much strictly lecture. At least in creative writing I’m allowed to talk.
Ahh, dinner’s almost ready, a hot homemade beef soup that I sort of threw together from whatever was in the fridge plus some soup shank, and chili powder…the house reeks of chili powder because I sneezed just as I was about to shake some in and the top came off. Two days ago, the house smelled wonderfully of curry and ginger.
New media technology really must come up with layers of aroma and then, while it will well beat out visuals, text, and audio artforms, it will have come closest to that necessary comfort of simmering soup.
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