here it is.

The Table

Buncha' stuff; two type cabinet drawers; 5.5 gallons of resin. Voila! Just add pedestal base (conveniently found on a curb in Park Slope a few years back). A table to vindicate years of insane pack-rat behavior.

Cartography of Time.

time, quantified.

This afternoon I have been largely absorbed in the interpretation of three weeks' worth of collected data into a visual key. It represents [my] time, (which can be a slippery thing when one works as a freelancer), and how it is spent. The goal of this exercise was to find where the largest chunks of ill-used time tend to exist, with the hopes of repurposing said chunks into more creative (non-client oriented) time. Basically, it has been a quest in search of an answer to the question, "Where does all the time go?" Damn interesting experiment, and I think I shall continue it for a time. Namely becuase this small cross-section is not enough data to really answer the question, but also becuase I'd like to see a whole year of it charted. (In fact I wish now I'd begun it on 01.01) More time, larger patterns; and intricate ones within those. Cycles and cirles. But I should like to add some more categories, or markers perhaps; signifiers of things like time indoors v. time outdoors; health issues (eg: a mark for days when one has a cold, or when the knee is acting up!); good days v. bad days (as relates to emotions, productivity, etc). Possibly add in the moon cycle as well-- why not?

Of course, the answer this day to the question posed is: I've used up many hours charting hours. (I think that may categorically fall under the heading "Irony")

Notes on the language: Each morning begins at the bottom of the column, and the day works its way up from there. Mornings were begun at 07:00, as it's extremely unlikely for me to wake earlier than that, save by sheer accident. Anything less than 15 minutes gets rounded ("less or up!") for the purposes of this experiment. Part billable/part social basically implies either (A) a meeting that ran long by meandering into a non-work-related discussion, or (B) a work-related meeting with a client who also happens to be a friend. Many hours of walking have been absorbed into "free time, elsewhere" due the fact that this is extremely unscientific.

Oh!

Yes, oh! The FINAL LAYER OF RESIN (have I jinxed again?) has been poured, not two hours ago. By 5:00 Friday a full 72 hours shall have passed, and the table will (at long last) be USABLE. With luck, that is. I have sealed it over with a thin coat of the alternate resin coating known as Envirotex Lite, and thus far looks glassy and splendid, unlike the final surface of the less expensive (and, not surprisingly, inferior) resin. The proverbial fingers are crossed, in hopes of success after much toil and frustration (not to mention the death of many poor little grey cells)!

(If none of this makes a lick of sense, read backwards in time; somewhere in November it all began...)

rusticity, urbanity.

The Rustic City

A series of new photographs taken, printed (and in some cases altered subtley) by e. daggar are now on display at Bonnie's Grill. They have been appropriately rustically (though expertly) framed by The Mad Framer, and are available for purchase. The show will be up through sometime in May, so go and have a look; have some dinner while you're there.

*the madness of spring george*

Weather has been unseasonably warm, or what has become unseasonable in NY, anyway, March generally being pretty miserable. And so it shall return to its inclement self within a day or two, but it has been enjoyable-- outside in short pants on Firday!

Today has been the 13th of the month, coinciding with a full moon. This is the sort of thing that affects certain things. (Whether they go noticed or unnoticed is a different tale altogether.)

That is all.

Ides and such

But more to the point, the calendar has already passed the first week mark in this the third month of 2006. Madness! Soon a whole quarter of the year will have gone the way of the snow from the blizzard.

Time is relative, to be sure. As are most things. My recent start at keeping track of it in the form of a study, an exercise, is not helping it to pass any the more slowly. I am hoping, however, to get some insight as to where exactly it goes; what mine gets spent on, at any rate. (It leads me to wonder how I managed to get so much done in an apartment with a television and cable, but then I did do a lot while the TV was on.)

The fishes prosper in their tank, a new piece of lovely furniture has been stripped of decades-old paint, and the resin in the table still takes impressions from objects set upon it, which means one final layer with a more high-quality resin shall be required. Not a big deal, as I've not much been inclined to sit in the kitchen; I think that will be more likely once weather gets warm, and the window in there is wide on sunny days.

Dehydration has a taste, and it's metallic. It's hard to remember to drink lots of water in colder weather, even though the function of heaters makes it pretty damn important.

Below is a card I made for my mother's birthday. I rarely work with cut paper, but there is something substantial about it; I shall have to do more of it. (More of everything, as far as I'm concerned).


floral

Gebäude und bier an "Loreley"

der Aufsatz von Pommes-Frites