Oh, hi again!
It's me... from before. Thanks for visiting.

So this is what has happened since we met last. I got a job! It's full time at a corporation I probably can't disclose. Here are some clues: It's a grocery chain that specializes in organic food and fancy overpriced things.  There are a bunch in Chicago including a huge one down in Lincoln Park. If you haven't guessed it, then you don't deserve to know. Anyhow, I couldn't find a local coffee shop that would pay me as much. Which is a bummer, because I really like working in a coffee shop! I mean, I thought I hated it, then I realized I like it, mainly because I think I'm really good at it (I won't lie to you guys... I really do think I'm really, really good at being a barista.) But, as it turns out, I'm also pretty good at running things over a scanner and punching numbers into a computer.  Some of us just have the gift, I guess. Maybe when I die and I meet my maker (or whatever there is at our final judgement) it will "look" at me and "say" "Kate, you were pretty good at customer service. Good job." and I'll look back at my time here on earth and think Yeah, I led a really fulfilling life waiting on people. This is what expect will happen to me when I die.

So that introduction was a really long way of leading into my next statement which is: I haven't done much in the way of arting.  I haven't even been knitting.  This is a huge bummer, because it's the main reason I'm here.  I do need money though so at least I'll have that. Now I guess I'll make a list of things I'm going to get with my first paycheck.

1. Wood (for a light box)
2. UV lights (for a light box)
3.  Paper from French Paper Co.
4. Inks (for screen printing)
5. An Awl (for bookmaking)
6. Illustration Board
7. New Pens
8. Canvas
9. Stretcher Bars
10. Thread
11. Book Board

Maybe this will be spread out over a couple of paychecks. I will get it though. And when I do, I'm going to go to my Ma's and build a light table and then start designing some screen prints.  We'll see how it goes. (I think it will go well.)  I just need to motivate myself.


So the moral of this post is. One can only really be creative when they're not working a full-time job somewhere they're not particularly fond of. (I think this is a run-on sentence, but morals don't necessarily need to be grammatically correct.)


I will leave you with this sketch that I sketched about a half an hour ago.

And then one of my Ma from a while ago.

Peace and Love.

Hello world! Are you there? Is anybody listening? Ah, I don't really care... this blog is not my livelihood. HOWEVER, it is fun! WOW!

Ok, so here's the deal. I moved away from Chicago in order to save money. I'm now in Madison, WI which might as well be another fucking country. It's THAT different. Where to start? Oh, they actually air a lot of political ads, which blows my mind because that shit doesn't happen in Chicago. IT. JUST. DOESN'T. And that is great. Honestly, if your vote is swayed by a commercial, then you clearly don't know what the hell is going on. The End.

Also, hippies are everywhere. I hate it. AND everyone is a dork. It's true. Dorks and hippies. Madison! We put dorks on bikes! (Miles came up with that slogan, I think it's pretty catchy.)

OK. I got that out of my system.

Miles and I did get to do some exploring yesterday.  We discovered this really awesome (maybe Tex/Mex) restaurant right around the corner from our place. I had these really delicious tacos called EL Cubano. It was a marinated, shredded pork taco with pablano mayo, spicy cheese, and pickled celery that just totally rocked my world. They also had a complimentary salsa bar (Miles lost his mind over that) and some of the best guacamole I've ever had. It's called TACO PALACE! (Which is almost as good as Taco Town, but still a pretty great name.)

I've been spending a lot of time in the apartment, so I've been able to do some work!




Sketches:

     

    

                          

Knitting & sewing:

And that's all folks!

A small rant

I recently have been  a little down on myself about my writing skills.  I think  I'm a pretty shitty writer.  As a result I decided to back track and see if I really am a shitty writer.  I found that maybe I'm not so bad (not the best, but not the worst).  So, to celebrate I will leave you with a detailed account of my favorite Harry Potter scene: When Cedric Diggory (aka Robert Pattinson) gets his ass killed in the face by Lord Voldemort! YEAH!  Peace out.