march 4, 2001. Another lazy Sunday. Every weekend we get to this time of day and I start to feel as if I haven't done enough. Hmph. I know I haven't done enough, there's no 'as if' about it. Now that last week's carnival of stress is over, I need to get out of relief mode and back into stressed worker mode. Modern life is wonderful. I have done a significant amount of work on my art project, however. My theme is socially condoned female mutilation, and you may remember that this is a topic I chose because my professor made fun of my intention to use Ceilidh as my focus. In other words, this topic rams seriousness down her throat. Hah. As this year has gone on, I've been using the project centre of my brain for the first time since I don't know when. Academic life is wonderful, of course, but you hardly ever have to worry about paste supply & colour illustrations. It's more fun than I would've expected. But fun or not, this whole construction experience is a bit outside of my usual modus operandi, so I've been pumping the Mingus & hoping for the best. Winging it, in other words. But maybe the Mingus will help get me in that alpha state that reputedly produces great art. (I'm sure that anyone who actually produces real art will think that my last statement was complete rubbish, but oh well.) It's going to be ugly, I'm sure of that. But the individual parts are quite nice. I've used newspaper photos, cut & paste words, acetate & red overhead marker and an errant wedding photo so far, all mounted on black bristol board. Snappy... Last night was like a sleepover. The Boy & I stayed awake forever, taking about silly things and trying to find one more joke. We fell asleep trying to build a list of top 10 rejected names for Harry Potter books, subtitled the J.K. Rowling is really bloody tired list. My favourites were Harry Potter and the Spooky Chair & Harry Potter and the Cauldron of Soup, although I also like Harry Potter, his Cloak of Invisibility and the Ravenclaw Dressing Room.