Brunch

Today I had my phone interview with Jill from Camp Taconic.  She seemed to like me and wanted to offer me the job.  However, she had no spaces available for general counselor or speciality counselor in the areas of creamics or drawing.  She asked me if I had experience with photography and video and I had to tell her that I didn't.  But she said that if a space happens to open up she will give me a call.  

Afterward, I decided that french toast sounded good for brunch and went to get the ingredients from the grocery store.  I decided to use a modified version of this recipe from Alton Brown:

I'm all about portraits with dead fish.

Here's how it turned out:

No model

Drawing II today.  So far we've been exposed to (or exposed by, depending on how you think of it) two models.  One is a trim older woman who I adore.  She's always in a good mood and very friendly, talking to the students during break.  The other is a woman who is probably a little older than the average Elon student.  She's a dancer and when I found this out at the beginning of the year, I thought that she was going to be able to pose in very elegant ways and with the strength of an ox or something.  However, she doesn't really seem to know how to model.  Not to be mean or anything, but she can't hold her poses for very long and needs inspiration/direction about what types of poses are appropriate.  She's probably trying her hardest, though, and that's what matters.  I actually haven't had that much of a problem with her until recently.  

Recently she started arriving very late to class.  My professor likes to start the class right on time with the model (I've walked into class before with the model already posing naked on the podium!).  But my professor can't always start class because this model is late.  One time she was twenty minutes late until she called to tell us that she was sick and wasn't going to make it.  Today, though, she was scheduled to come again and was late (or so we thought) as usual.  We're learning how to really exaggerate foreshortening so we started using our own images in the mirror to do this while we waited for her (we put our arms and hands out infront of ourselves so that our hands looked bigger than our heads for an effect like this, this or even this).  

As you can probably guess, she never showed up.  No phone call, no nothing.  She was a no-show.  Because of this, my classmates became the models (clothed of course)!  Four of my classmates got to take a nap while laying down in the center of the class on a podium covered with eggshell foam padding.  I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous.  My class is from 1 - 4 p.m. and this is prime nap-time.  It's really hard to sit still and draw for three hours and sometimes all I want to do is take a nap (I've often fantasied about switching places with the models).  There is a nice heater that my professor points at the models so that they don't get cold, so it wouldn't be that bad. 

In other news, Stephanie has been cooking a lot and tonight she made a delicious meal of Salmon with brown sugar, yellow rice, salad and herb bread.  It was yummy!

Love,

Monica

It's Blitz!

A nice cover of the yeah yeah yeah's new single, zero:

She's feeding him with her chopsticks.

Snow adventures

The snow this past weekend was awesome!  Not only was it deserving of a three-day-weekend, but it was as good as any snowfall and snow-day I've had in Maryland (keep rockin' NC!).  And it was the peerrffect combination of wet and fluff.  It was fulffy enough to get that nice dandruff effect when throwing it into the sky as if in a winter wonderland and it was wet enough to pack snow into tight snowballs to throw at your unsuspecting friends.

Oh, and it was good for snow angels, too.  Like every child, we (Alexa, Amanda, Kimberly and Me) had lots of trouble getting our bodies out of the snow angels without messing up their little snow skirts.  This one is Kim's snow angel.  I actually kind of like the spot where her feet were and I especially like the part where her hat fell off:

And, of course, no snow-day is complete without a snowman!  Amanda and I declared the snowman our first biological son (since we literally made him).  For those that can't tell, his eyes are made from some breed of yellow flower that was able to survive negative temperatures and beds of snow.  His nose and mouth are the stems from said flower.  And his arms (don't poke fun!) are sticks that had already fallen off of trees (this being the reason they are not hand-picked, matching limbs):

In other news, I just got back from my honors thesis meeting with Mike.  I told him what I had been doing for the past couple of weeks.  Basically, I have a lot of good ideas and am having trouble narrowing them down.  I know, though, that I want my thesis to communicate ideas about the hybridity of human identity (It's something that everyone can relate to, I think).  So there...chew on that very broad piece of, er, idea!

Love,

Monica

Snow day

School was canceled for today.  The power was out until around 10 a.m. so I had to call my mom to see if school was canceled (as if the power outage and lack of internet weren't good enough indications).  Now I'm in bed, thinking about getting a shower.  In the distance I can hear what might be an ANTM marathon but I love these ladies (can't stop listening to them):

In other news, I'm still eagerly waiting to hear back from the four summer camps I applied to.  I know I just mailed out my applications on Friday...I just can't wait!  And I feel like I did when I was applying to colleges due to the fact that I have a top choice camp and a fear of rejection.

Love, 

Monica

P.S. I'm going to start signing off this way

SNOW GOD!

oh please oh please oh please oh please keep snowing i want classes canceled i hate mondays