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 Thirty six years ago today, the Kent State Massacure took place. It was my first semester of my Junior year and one wondered, can it really happen here. ( Four Dead in Ohio )Been way busy as the semester comes to a close. Last organized classes, for me, ended yesterday. Individual drawing meeting, plus going over their final portfolios now done. Tomorrow morning is litho cleanup and then afternoon individual meetings with print students. Catchup: Swam at Aquatic Center on Monday, Barton on Tuesday After leaving Zilker, dark clouds forming, wind picking up, headed to Central Market arriving the same time as a violent hail storm. Parked as well as possible under a small tree and ran into the store. Man, hail on the metal roof was deafening and lasted a good half hour while pouring ran. But when I got home, the sun was already out. Painting in studio Tuesday morning and today. Dug up a rhizome of black bamboo, for Penelope, that had been trying to sneak into my yard. Time to go order party platters for school's out gathering I have planned for saturday. Tags: bamboo, massacre, reading, school, swimming
Current Location: home
Current Mood:  remembering
Current Music: WFMU - "Shouldn't Be Long" by Tiger Mountain
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Name: RDA
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This is me
This is you
We're all here 'cause
We're not all there.
and so on and on
***Tumblin’ Dice***
Women think I’m tasty, but they’re always tryin’ to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down,
But baby, baby, I don’t need no jewels in my crown.
’cause all you women is low down gamblers,
Cheatin’ like I don’t know how,
But baby, baby, there’s fever in the funk house now.
This low down bitchin’ got my poor feet a itchin’,
You know you know the duece is still wild.
Baby, I can’t stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin’ dice.
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry,
Don’t you see the time flashin’ by.
Honey, got no money,
I’m all sixes and sevens and nines.
Say now, baby, I’m the rank outsider,
You can be my partner in crime.
But baby, I can’t stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin’,
Roll me and call me the tumblin’ dice.
Oh, my, my, my, I’m the lone crap shooter,
Playin’ the field ev’ry night.
Baby, can’t stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin’ dice, (call me the tumblin’)
Got to roll me, got to roll me, got to roll me (oh yeah)
Got to roll me. got to roll me, got to roll me ( keep on rolling, keep on rolling) |
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Previous 
Saturday back to studio and did this and that to painting. Afternoon saw me reading the art history foundation reading material. da Vinci and Oscar Wilde. Game day, hot and humid but no swim. Matrix Reloaded on night time TV. Some how stayed up too late.
ditzy
After a short bought in the studio I sat down to the yearly chore of getting everything together to send to my accountant. I usually wait until spring break to do this even though I know I will get a refund. Anyway, finished with that by 1PM. Good. It's a success if my art breaks even.
After a full week. Final oral exams went well I thought. Bill was funny in the photo one which of all the ones I went to was the strangest. Nice to able to swim right afterwards now that the pool is open extended hours. Dog and Duck before heading home. Arriving there I found package from Amazon that held Vitamin D.![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}