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Thursday, March 02, 2006
Me and Santino

Last night I dreamed that Santino and Daniel V. (these are Project Runway contestants) had a secret romance going on. I saw them making out on the floor of the basement of their workroom. I don't know if this happened on the show, in my dream, or if I saw it because I was in New York.

Either way, then I dreamed that Santino and I opened an art gallery together. We were working to fill it with our own work. I was very excited, partially because I had some really good, big pieces in progress, and partially because some guy (Nick, maybe?) showed up offering to be my assistant, reminding me of past awesome visual sculptures and stuff I'd done. (I've never done any in real life, though.) Then, some lady showed up with a bunch of Mexican pastries and candy that Santino and I tasted because we were considering stocking it in our gallery snackbar.

This dream was about the fact that I've been missing doing art and eating sweets. I was enjoying myself until my assistant and I had to visit a class for poor, disadvantaged children. I told myself, "Don't get too involved with these brats, because they'll just take you away from your art." But then I did get involved, because they desperately needed discipline and education. They were smoking and watching TV in class.

That seems like it might be about my kids taking me away from my art, but I don't think so, because my kids aren't such a pain in the ass. It's more about the stupid responsibilities I have to spend time on every single day. I feel good about myself when I get stuff taken care of, but it takes time away from the stuff I wish I could *really* do.

Regarding last night's episode of Project Runway: Even though I've been saying all along that Daniel's collection wasn't all that, I felt sorry to see Tim impart that to him, and call his purses crafty and woodshoppy. It's not even that Daniel's stuff is bad - it's just very subtle for the times. People are all depressed about inflation right now. They want to wear something flashier to cheer themselves up and avoid reality.

Also, I've been wanting to tell y'all that someone on Television Without Pity's PR forum said that Daniel's stuff looks like Spiegel. I wanted to add that Santino's stuff, therefore, looks like Arden B. (But I never comment on their forum because I forgot my password, and I'm too embarrassed to bring it up, seeing as how I used to write for them and all.)

One last thing: I know a lot of people hate Santino, and for a few moments at the beginning, I hated his rudeness, too. But I have to admit that, way back during the Lingerie Challenge, when he told the makeup artist, "I want them to look like deer," I irrevocably loved him as an artist. And whenever I see his Bavarian deer models in the rerun of that ep, it reinforces that love. Because he did not give a DAMN, y'all.

The Not-So-Bad Things About Getting Older

1. A lot of people don't remember or appreciate the music of your childhood, but it's okay because that makes it more of a secret pleasure for you, then, and we all know that pleasures are more pleasureable when they're secret.

2. You drive more safely without caring what dumb kids in Camaros think of you. And that's better, because it keeps you from dying as much.

3. In general, whether driving or not, you care less about what dumb kids think of you. Screw them if they don't like it. You are old and you make more money, and you remember electric guitars and they don't.

One Very Bad Thing That Starts in Your Thirties, That No One Will Tell You Directly (Except Me)

Your digestive system starts falling apart. Bit by bit, part by part. And you find that you can't eat the foods that you used to think nothing of eating.

For instance, I ate a chopped baker yesterday, and realized last night that, instead of going to Mexico this summer, I should have my gall bladder removed, instead.

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 I think they're officially called "Bitchin' Camaros." Stupid kids. I was riding my bike last summer, obeying all of the bicyclist rules, and was of course told by an idiot teenager to "Get out of the f*cking road!" Charming. Except in my case he was driving a giant lifted truck.


# posted by Blogger alphaharpy : 9:00 AM  

 So, AMEN!! about the stupid kids. But..what is a chopped baker? It sounds interesting. And I mean that in the good way.


# posted by Blogger Nilliem : 10:03 AM  

 AlphaH: Geez. Punk kids.

Nilliem: Chopped baker = stuffed baked potato with chopped BBQ beef on top.


# posted by Blogger Gwen : 12:31 PM  

 Gwen,

True on the digestive system getting all wonky on you. Especially if you were brought up in a mexican food cultural environment, where you thought nothing about piling up on the chiles & spices.

Now I can't even see spicy food nor eating it without thinking 'Oh man, am I gonna regret this in a few hours' and shiver a little.


# posted by Blogger LC : 1:26 PM  

 I had my gall bladder out 3 years ago and it was the BEST thing I could have ever done for myself. My stomach tolerance has still changed with age, as far as burping and heartburn, but having the ole gall bladder removed was a godsend.

I totally recommend the surgery. It's same day and done laproscopically. The healing time is very very quick :)


# posted by Blogger Karisa : 2:07 PM  

 I created a blog, just to be able to tell you that you rock!! I love reading your thoughts and you are a very talented writer. Try some chamomille tea for your tummy and I'm sending lots of good thoughts for you to feel better.


# posted by Blogger Myrita : 3:56 PM  

 Ooooh...that sounds good! hmmmmm...


# posted by Blogger Nilliem : 12:39 PM  

 Hi Gwen,

My step-father had his gall bladder removed a few years ago, as it was causing to faint, I think it was the gas. Then my sister had her gull blatter removed last summer, because her cemo from the leukimia she had and survived had done her gull blatter in.

Do you want to do large sculptures? Or was just a dream? I use to do sculture, but not overly large ones--just one you can sit on your table. I can't do them anymore, as I have problems with my hands.

Being older has it's benifiets, the gull blatter thing just isn't one of them.

Janice~


# posted by Blogger Janice : 1:22 AM  

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