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part XXII: new policies in action: four part (dis)harmony, or, heavier and breakable
hello, dearest-- argh. yes. just left the four person class--to which mel did not show up and so it was a three person class. and i told her i wanted advanced warning about the absences seeing how i am quite liberal in my no-show policy, you understand, but i just want to know so that i might pace myself, angst-wise, when it comes to the dreaded you-know-who situation. there is so little to report, just wanted to say how the phone battery is knife-like in its ability to cut out just when things are getting interesting. by now you've had time to rethink the potential don'taskdon'ttell policy breakdown. i don't know if d.a.d.t. applies to the x any longer, but i am assuming it does, considering that everyone is now on code orange in the need-to-know alert system.
so there is angst. so there is angst. and i am keenly aware that if i didn't continue to care, that there would be no more angst. i should put this in verse, shouldn't i, dearest? now i'm just nattering, i want you to know. this is the new advance nattering policy in effect. i don't know why i'm thinking so in terms of policies today. i must be trying to police myself somehow, but what the parameters of this are is unknown. (an x factor, shall we say?) this week is a grind the likes of which have forced me into submission in semesters past. i'm in drop everything and run mode, only the new life policy does not allow for the implementation of this solution. so that means, in essence, that i'm going to be spending a lot of time in cry my way through it mode. doesn't really work during tests, but then again, so don't i. (i am rather proud of that construction, by the way.) and now, since that is going to go nowhere: from the first lady nancy reagan guest starrig on diff'rent strokes files: max met the robin this morning. max was dropping off my work for the exhibit this morning since it had to be in from 8-10. robin's class begins at 8, but he often gets there very early to set up and then he goes for coffee and a burrito or whatever (and you should hear how he pronounces burrito. i love that man.) well, we got there early, too, and robin was there and max was there, and i brought max into the classroom and began narrating robin's motions as though we were watching some documentary on animal planet. then i introduced max and robin scurried over to shake his hand, asking max, "are you going to sit in today?" and i said, "no, we've tried that and he just falls asleep in the front row." to which robin replied, "sort of like you do every class?" and then i threw my arms around robin and planted a big kiss on his lips and told him i loved him and he agreed to run away with me. or maybe that last part just took place in my head. okay. yeah. that last part, definitely head-space only. anyway, would it be wrong of me to do that last part for real? please advise, dearest, because if i ask an mayflower, she'll say yes and i'm not about a yes-(wo)man today. i'm all about a no answer on that one. would it be wrong? no. that's the script. let's take it from the top: would it be wrong, sophistica? would it be wrong of me to throw myself at the robin? i seem to be about the policy and the colon today. which is near where all my policy implementation will end up ultimately. i have not the discipline to enact policy, which is why, to this very day, i am not an administrator. if i were an administrator, maybe. (more nattering. this has been an advance nattering warning. had this been a real nattering emergency, you would have been informed of where to seek cover.) i'm all about cover, you know. (nattering.) oh, right. sorry about that. where was i? so the work? i'm sure you're all agog. there are two pieces: one a big (big for me anyway. about 20 x 30 inches) altar-like structure, made of a broken platter max made, with mouths (three on each side) lining the sides and two hands: one reaching down and one reaching up. at the top are a trio of eyes. i added quotes from various books, some from a falling apart paperback copy of "the brothers karamozov," some from this strange old book called "the mature mind" which i found in a book i guess shack in jemez one time when we were up there at the hot springs. that piece is called, "the eye, the hand, the word." the other piece is a clay book. it's in a box (maybe 9x12 inches?). i made pages, open like a book, and fired them to bisque/bisk/bisc (no one is really sure how to spell it, i think), then kept a diary on them over several days in august. finally i fused them together with glaze in the box so that each page is written on, but you can only read the open pages (though the way they fall, you can tell that the other pages are written on). a cast of my hand is holding the book open. that one is called, "book about what it means to cease to matter." they're not my best work by any means, but i'm rather fond of the book one. because you know, if you're thinking of how to improve books, you really should think in the direction of making them heavier and breakable is what i'm thinking. i think it might catch on. what do you think? so it's time, yet again, to get my ass to class. (verse, darling. think of it.) in retrospect, i'm thinking that scheduling a break after the four person class was not such a good idea. too much time for angst. i'm serious about this pacing thing. don't make me make it official policy. yours in haste-- sublingua
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