Holy Jesus. I just came back from Neil/Dodridge, and the roads are super-shitty. It's completely ridiculous. Can we get some fucking salt trucks on the road? I mean, Jesus, it's like a half-inch of snow; can we not deal with a simple dusting of snow? The answer is, apparently, 'no', since that light dusting has now turned into a smooth plane of ice in the travel lanes. Honestly, Columbus, what the hell.
In other news, I've had a pretty good day. I spent some time tonight at the Hop along with
gothicsquish,
lucki_dog,
piobaireachd,
cmd_bakotl, and Squish's friend Adam. We drank a good number of tasting pours of wines at Camelot Cellars (25 cents per taste, at least during the Hop; it's a steal!), saw some really wonderful paintings at... um... that gallery that always does member-curated shows just south of Camelot Cellars, wandered in the (at the time) lovely snow, and all in all had a nice time. Following our time in the Short North, we retired to Neil/Dodridge for a tasting of various scotches that Pio had brought back from her time across the pond. Sweet Jesus, 16-year Lagavulin is a delightful wallow in peat.
Before that, I did some work on my final project for my art seminar. I'm planning on doing a multi-layered text piece, using some ivory broadcloth and the magic of iron-on transfers. I had thought to maybe try and do a simply embroidered illuminated capital for the top sheet, but it turns out that that is too far beyond my skills to even contemplate. So instead, maybe I'll do some illumination digitally before I print that one onto the transfer paper. Anyway, I went out to Jo-Ann's to buy some fabric. I had forgotten how much I hate fabric stores. I think they're poorly labeled, in general. So unless you're looking for, say, cottons, you're screwed. I was in fact looking for cottons, but I also needed some other notions, and they weren't easy to find. Seriously, just some labels. A little signage. That's all you need. It did snow on me a bit as I was driving home, so I guess tonight's mess isn't a total surprise.
Anyway, I'm just doin'. Gave a successful presentation on my progress on my final project for Editing/Publishing, so all I lack's finishing up in that realm. Lots of editing to do on my poetry (and another poem to submit tomorrow, mustn't forget), and a paper to write for Medieval, but I think I'll get it all done without too much ulceration. Oy!
In other news, I've had a pretty good day. I spent some time tonight at the Hop along with
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Before that, I did some work on my final project for my art seminar. I'm planning on doing a multi-layered text piece, using some ivory broadcloth and the magic of iron-on transfers. I had thought to maybe try and do a simply embroidered illuminated capital for the top sheet, but it turns out that that is too far beyond my skills to even contemplate. So instead, maybe I'll do some illumination digitally before I print that one onto the transfer paper. Anyway, I went out to Jo-Ann's to buy some fabric. I had forgotten how much I hate fabric stores. I think they're poorly labeled, in general. So unless you're looking for, say, cottons, you're screwed. I was in fact looking for cottons, but I also needed some other notions, and they weren't easy to find. Seriously, just some labels. A little signage. That's all you need. It did snow on me a bit as I was driving home, so I guess tonight's mess isn't a total surprise.
Anyway, I'm just doin'. Gave a successful presentation on my progress on my final project for Editing/Publishing, so all I lack's finishing up in that realm. Lots of editing to do on my poetry (and another poem to submit tomorrow, mustn't forget), and a paper to write for Medieval, but I think I'll get it all done without too much ulceration. Oy!