If you need any drums, all of these will be on ebay on Sunday. They'll be listed individually, meaning if you want a whole kit you have to outbid other people for each drum, which isn't my decision. Also, they are all budget models - except the 80s Ludwig Rockers might interest someone. This job is a nice workout and it's keeping me busy, but I'm glad it's just for the summer.
My half brother has died in a motorcycle accident, so I'm on my way back to DC for a few days to help my family deal with tragedy. Wait for me, summer adventure.
I filled in on percussion with Lylas tonight. It was fun... the last time I played in that band was 2003. Anyway, here's my view of Kyle during the show... he's still wearing his sling.
Cherbs has a safe place to stay. I'm downloading some podcasts to listen to on the plane tomorrow. I've got a car to use on the East Coast and places to stay. Kent South might move to Portland and stay in my apartment while I'm gone. I took care of a bunch of piles today that had been sitting around for at least a year. This place looks pretty nice when it's clean. It's going to be a great summer... I can't wait to see all my friends. I know I should only look at the bright side, but really Portland was supposed to become my home.
I've been cleaning up my apartment pending my summer travels and I came across this. It's an Australian classical guitarist with synthesizer backing. It doesn't have a copyright date, but it is autographed on the back. I don't even remember where I got it. It was released on Chris Freeman records... do you think they'd sign me?
It's finals week and I have been in the computer labs at school constantly doing nothing but working on projects that I put off until the last minute (who wants to hook me up with Final Cut and/or Flash so I can do this at home?). And I'm not really happy with the projects so I don't think I'll be posting them. Tonight I had tickets to go see Calvin Johnson but I couldn't go because I had to finish a project that's due in the morning. But then school is over and it's summer and I'll be heading to my mom's house. Man oh man... I'm 30.
So I've never thought of confederate flags and the people who display them as anything more than just kind of dumb. I guess that's because of all the time I've spent in the South... they've just always been around. But in Portland, it's big news when that terrible symbol of intolerance is finally taken off our streets. (the picture should be big enough so you can read the entire story of you click on it)
The view out my bedroom window is of the alley and dumpster, where homeless people go through my trash more often than I am comfortable with. My living room has a slightly nicer view - of the National College of Natural Medicine.
As with everything else I try in Portland, my hopes of getting a job an art camp here did not work out. It would have been perfect... a job just for the summer around people with similar interests that would have allowed me to travel as well. But, I am determined to have a great summer anyway so I am hopping the first flight out of here. I will definitely show up in your town, so let's hang out. It will be expensive, but worth it for my sanity. If I sit around here all summer with no friends and nothing to do, I will rot.
In the morning I will be doing a presentation of my proposal for my thesis project. It will determine whether or not I am able to move on to the final semester of school. I have a clear artistic voice, I'm fine with public speaking, but I don't have a very concrete project idea. One student has already run into trouble for being too vague, so I am not so sure how tomorrow will go.
I have a big presentation coming up this week where I lay out my plan for what my thesis project will be in the fall. Of course, I'm still working on it at the last minute.
One of my drum students is interested in jazz, so I sort of have to stay one lesson ahead of him. I learned some jazz drumming at one point, but I haven't used any of it in ten years. So here I am trying to work out a pattern so I can show it to him.
I didn't do this, I swear. But it's so simple and so hilarious, why has it taken me 30 years to come across this? I'm going to be embarrassed when I spend these.
This weekend I volunteered to gallery sit at Disjecta, which is currently one of the galleries involved in the Portland 2010 Biennial. As is typical of my Portland experience, I tried to get out and be involved in something that had to do with my interests, with the hope of meeting some like minded people, but I just ended up sitting alone in a huge empty warehouse.
There's this guy in my neighborhood who feeds the birds, but he does it by throwing birdseed all over the street. I can't decide if he's animal-friendly or setting a death trap.
We had a little Flash unit in our video class and the assignment was to make some sort of promotional animation. I had already learned Flash in another class so I didn't take it too seriously. I just put some of my photos in and whatever. The class said it looked like the opening to a sitcom though... so... who's writing the pilot? Get on that!!
Elizabeth put together a hike plus music today, where people go on a hike and stop and have a little show in the woods. It's a good idea with a lot of potential, but unfortunately it was not very well attended.
Usually I try to make my assignments be something I would want to make anyway... but not this time, this was done purely to complete the assignment, which was to experiment with editing tricks.
Some sort of cut or burn from shooting a video involving me ripping my shirt. Cutting yourself on cotton is a pretty wimpy way to hurt yourself, but my name is Chris Freeman after all. I'll have videos up as soon... having trouble exporting them from Final Cut.