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Blame it on the rain

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It was a lousy day around here. I sort of had an idea it was going to be that way last night - both Eric and I fell asleep around 7:30. I woke up around 12:30 and he woke up even later, then we both stayed up, headachey and bleary-eyed until after 4am.

I kept waking up every 20 or 30 minutes with some kind of panic going through my mind, though it was too diffuse and strange to identify outright. By the time my alarm started going off, I was having full-on nightmares and desperately wanted to stay under the covers all day.

I woke up with just enough time to shower and throw clothes on for my 1:00 class. Always a great start, right? I forgot to roll up the hems of my jeans before going out in the pouring rain, so by the time I got to campus my pants were soaked up to the knees. I hate being that wet.

Class went fine, though I was mildly distressed because while we were talking I sketched out all these ideas for new paintings and a whole new method of painting (more on that soon), but I quickly realized I wouldn't have time to go to my studio after class because I had work to do still for my evening class.

When I got home, Eric told me his car had been impounded, that he'd caught them in the act of towing it but was helpless to prevent it. There is a whole as yet unresolved headache about how he will go about getting it out, seeing as it is registered to his deceased grandfather. Transferring the title will be difficult because his grandmother leaves for Florida tomorrow. Poor sweetie. It looks like the city of New York wins again. Jerks.

I scrambled through my evening class assignment so that I could get the reading done as well because we were supposed to have one of my former professors as a guest lecturer (and I didn't want to be unprepared since I really like him and wanted to be able to participate). When I got to class, I learned that he would not be coming, and my professor had sent the email to the wrong address. Sigh.

The one bright spot of the day was that as a class we went to a fantastic lecture by the curator of the Cloisters, discussing the show currently on view at the Met, Set in Stone: The Face in Medieval Sculpture. He gave an amazing talk, discussing the context of how these stone heads were cut off in a systematic removal of decoration from Notre Dame and other cathedrals during the French Revolution, then sold to stone masons and others for use as rubble in construction. In tearing down a bank in the 70s, they found all these medieval heads mixed into the walls, and it turns out that now they've been sent all over the world. Crazy.

The lecturer also got into a lot of art historical method, including a technique the Met pioneered called neutron activation analysis, which was discussed in a New York Times article recently. This technique allowed researchers to compare the chemical structure of stones as a kind of "DNA" or fingerprint, allowing positive identification of correlation between pieces from the same quarry and building.

Afterwards, we had a fascinating discussion about the disunity in 21st century culture, the confusion and disconnection, and ultimately, questioning how this era will be remembered (most speculated as a huge mish-mash with no clear focus). We spoke a lot about value, the nature of cultural objects, and how we define art. Fun stuff.

I started thinking my day was picking up, but as I was typing this I forgot the vegetables on the stove and burned them.

Time to do something pleasant, no?

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