Writing style deteriorating from blase to just plain bad. Some concept sketches can stand on their own as works of art. Others are small balls of crumpled paper that the cat toys with.
One person: brown, curly hair. Other person: long, blonde hair worn in single braid. Why do they keep reappearing in my life? What is the universe trying to tell me?
Then there was a Brown University student who was enrolled in our Theory and Studio courses for about 2 weeks. He had curly, brown hair and reminds me of another musician. Starting to understand why I continue to puzzle over this?
PR: "I see children."
Me: "Children? I don't have any children.
PR: (emphatically) " Yes. I see LOTS of children."
That would make sense considering I was a nontraditional age student. And, no, I had not told her anything about myself. (Ever watch The Mentalist?)
My fate is in my hands? Palm Reader, "I see you got men all around you. But I see you got no love." Right, I was just starting a grad program in Landscape Architecture. I don't have time for that. That's what I'm renouncing.
Where does this leave me? Back to Tableland.
T.O.S.S.E.D./S.A.L.A.D.: Subverting Today for a Better Tomorrow semanticscholar.org/paper/T.…








