Average Everyday Ordinary Stuff

Ladies, Ladies, Ladies.

2009-12-16T11:13:00.000-08:00

Alright. So I went to my sister's high school basketball game last night and I was reminded of something that's bothered me for a long time now. Lady sports teams. There are the Rockets and the Lady Rockets, the Cougars and the Lady Cougars. It's, quite frankly, absurd that so long after the women's rights movement etc. that societal norms like this still exist.

I mean, do schools think that people will be confused? "By the way, these are the lady basketball players. We didn't want you to get confused." I mean, why use a qualifier at all? It's not like spectators will sit there and say, "Oh good thing they have 'lady' plastered on their jerseys, otherwise I wouldn't have known!" And, if for practical reasons such as distinguishing the girls' teams from the boys' teams, schools find it necessary to separate them, they should do just that. Call one the men's team and the other the women's team.

But to add a modifier like "lady" is completely unfair and uncalled for. I am reminded of an earlier time where there were doctors and lady doctors, engineers and lady engineers. I do not consider myself a feminist. I do not feel that terms like "history" and "mail" are offensive. But this seems like one term that society can do without. Why separate one set of student athletes from the rest of the school. Are the Lady Trojans any less representative of the school than the Trojans?

So I move we strike the practice entirely. If you play for your school, that's all you should be labeled as. A representative of your school, not a female representative. The term is archaic and degrading. If we are to keep saying "Lady Terrapins" then let us also say "Gentlemen Terps." All I suggest is equality.

If I Can't Post Rubbish Like This...

2009-10-25T00:47:00.001-07:00

Then what's the point of having a blog? This is my nonsense blog, anyway. So no harm posting random stuff:

This is not a poem.
Everyday my heart breaks into another piece.
I cry and I cry and cry.
I can feel my soul and I know it’s somewhere between my heart and my throat.
This is not a poem.
I can never tell you again that I love you. That I think of you everyday.
I can’t even speak to you. You don’t seem to mind.
I cry and cry and I cry.
I can’t look into your eyes and touch your face.
I can never kiss you softly and tell you I love you.
But this still is not a poem.
The blue skies are still blue.
The grey ones are grey.
I cry on blue days with grey skies. I cry.
I lost my best friend. I lost my dreams.
I lost everything when I lost you.
But at least it’s not a poem.
If I’m lucky I can distract myself with games and faces I hardly know.
I can hold it off until I sit alone.
And cry and cry and cry.
If my eyes could just see you.
If you would just speak softly in my ear.
I wouldn’t have to hurt. I wouldn’t be alone.
I wouldn’t have to miss you so much.
I wouldn’t have to write a poem.

Agricultural Fair Fun

2009-09-03T14:57:00.000-07:00

The Agricultural Fair was a smashing success! My oil painting Goddesses received a 1st place ribbon (scoring me $4.50). Unfortunately, the woman receiving entries decided it apt to title my work "Sailor Girl" instead. Oh well. The piece is meant to play off of David Salle's works that involve painted collage of images and patterns. I tried to work in different elements while maintaining a common conceptual theme. Sailor Moon, Nike of Samathrace, and Venus (the 2nd planet in our solar system) all fit onto the canvas quite amicably. I was actually inspired most by Salle's Mr. Lucky, or as the fair attendant would have called it "Angels, a Star, and Some Fish." I was taken with his portrayal of statues. I think mine turned out pretty well.

I also entered a set of four umbrella still life paintings that netted me a 4th place ribbon. ($2.00 there!) I'm in the process of selling them to a friend. She's my very first sale, and naturally I'm very excited that she was taken with my work.

This was a fair, afterall. Where are the cows?

That's better.

Girl Gamers

2009-02-25T09:08:00.000-08:00

Alright, I hate to be this person, but after a particularly awful game of Left4Dead, I really feel like a good rant.

I am aware that there exist jerks, a-holes, and generally unsavory people on the Internet and in online gaming circles. However, I am still taken aback by the frequency with which I run into guys in games such as L4D and other first person shooters who treat me as their verbal punching-bag because of my gender. (If you haven't already guessed, I'm a girl.) These people maybe wind up in the same game as I do 1 out of 20 times, but this number really ends up being too frequent. How hard is it to headshot zombies when some guy's asking you if you need to "change your tampon" or "sit on my lap to use your medkit"? Why should I and other female gamers be subject to calls for sandwich-making or dish-washing while crowning witches or what-have-you? Again, most male gamers I run across are true gentlemen that treat me with perfect respect and equality. If I suck at the game, they let me know, but at least it's not blamed on my gender. I do not mind a-holery, but I do mind cat-calls, references to how I could better spend my time shopping or cooking, and other absurd comments that have nothing to do with anything.

I'm so darn miffed at this. It is all I can do to not squeeze the trigger when those little green cross-hairs pop up. Well, proverbially speaking, since L4D doesn't have colored cross-hairs.

Up to Date?

2009-02-25T08:44:00.000-08:00

Hello Internet.

I was thinking about the nature of blogs. You can't really call something a blog if you only update it every 6 months or so, now can you? I'm going to try to update this more regularly. Kind of like I'm going to try to workout more regularly (hah). We can't put all our eggs in one basket though, so I'll try to even the odds a bit. Something might get accomplished, you never know.

Also, flashcards are lame. I spend more time making them than using them. I can't even justify the amount of time I spend in their construction by calling it studying because it is one of the most mindless, tedious tasks ever invented. I don't even like using them for art history. Or in general for that matter. They even have to come up with backward-a**, confusing systems for organizing them! They're not ordered on their own, how silly. I prefer my notebook. You know, where, by definition, you keep notes? That way you can draw comparisons between related dates and artists or what-have-you. All this based on an organized list.

Actually, I'm more miffed that I keep forgetting the one card that I'm supposed to have to get credit in my class. I have like 150 other cards in my bag, just not that one, elusive bast*rd.

Still Not Funny

2008-09-24T14:35:00.000-07:00

I sent out an email to the Diamondback editorial staff. We'll see if they even bother contacting me....

Art Dump

2008-09-17T15:29:00.000-07:00

Art for everyone! Yay!!!

TerpStuff002

2008-09-03T22:16:00.000-07:00

Not Funny

2008-09-03T21:30:00.000-07:00

So... they're hiring cartoonists for The Diamondback. Too bad I'm not funny more than twice a week...

AEOS 004

2008-04-17T17:25:00.001-07:00

Today started off like most Tuesdays and Thursdays do. I got up at about 8, got ready for the day, checked my email, and started walking to class. I got to class and heard that, surprise, we were going to have a model. A nude model. Now, it's not that I knew I wasn't going to have to draw a nude model eventually. It's that the professor just sprung it on the entire class. I mean, I've never drawn anyone in the nude before, and I had no time to prepare myself. If I weren't so dark, I would have been bright red the first 15 minutes of class. My face was burning. I think my sketches turned out okay though. I tried not to look at any part of our model too long though, so who knows how it turned out, really? Well, here's to drawing naked people!

2008-04-11T07:37:00.000-07:00

Welp, I went out skateboarding for all of 10 minutes and I cut the back of my ankle. That's not the issue though. The issue here is: Why are band-aids not the same color as me? Isn't that why they're beige? So that they don't stick out so much? I mean, they make band-aids
with stars and Disney characters, so I know they can make them different colors. Hm, I don't think I'm advocating multi-racial band-aids. That'd be silly. I guess they just make them a color that's sort of in between for a lot of skin tones. I thought it was funny though. I remember growing up and wondering why you could tell when I had a band-aid so much more than you could tell when one of my friends did. I'm pretty sure it's because I'm a tad darker than most of them ever were.

AEOS 003

2008-04-03T14:10:00.001-07:00

April 3, 2008Click for full view!

But yeah. I had Greek salad for lunch today. It wasn't all that big, but for some reason, I've been feeling gross all day since then. It had feta cheese and olives on it, as well as some kind of oil and vinegar concoction. (I'm guessing) There were carrots... which I'm allergic to, but I didn't eat those. What's wrong with my body?!

2008-04-02T20:08:00.001-07:00

Soooo.... no one reads this anyway yet. Um... I'm skipping today's comic. ^__^ Happy Birthday, Kitty!

AEOS 002

2008-04-01T19:39:00.001-07:00

So, today was April Fool's in case you weren't tricked horribly. Other than this, nothing really happened today. Kinda a lame day.

AEOS 001

2008-03-31T12:08:00.000-07:00

So... I've been pretty bummed about not getting to draw anything for myself lately. I've also been thinking about doing my own manga. Unfortunately, I don't have nearly enough time or focus to do anything serious, so I figured I'd do a sort of comic-a-day diary thingamajig. That way I can satisfy my creative urges but no one will expect anything spectacular. Huzzah! Maybe I'll eventually get around to making a story, but for now this is going to be a journal of sorts.

CLICK ON THE IMAGE FOR FULLVIEW!