our weekend starts on wednesday

July 1, 2011

So I had two days off in a row this week, making today feel like a Sunday.

It was kind of nice, actually, to have such a long stretch of time with no real obligations.

Got to read, catch up on some sleep, make jewelry for a custom order, etc.

Finished up A Million Little Pieces, about 6 years too late considering all of the hub-bub that went on with Oprah, etc.

I actually bought the book for about $1.50 at Case’s huge annual used book sale probably 4 years ago because I liked the cover with the little rainbow sprinkles, then just kind of forgot about it. Then, Oprah had James Frey on one of her last shows as a follow-up to the show she had a few years ago where she tore him a new one. (She basically just asked him how it felt to have a new one torn, as well as what he’s been up to lately.)

Anyway, after watching that episode I  remembered “Hey, I HAVE THAT BOOK!” and decided to read it and see what the big deal was.

I really really enjoyed it. If you can get past vulgar language and talks of crack whores, I say it’s worth the read.

If you live under a rock like I apparently had been, the basis of the controversy is that the book was pushed as a memoir, when really some parts of embellished/flat out fabricated.

Yeah, it sucks that it had to happen that way, but it still was a very moving book. You cheer for him like you cheer for Dexter. He’s thoughtful and compassionate.

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Anyway, I also did a lot of cleaning these past couple of days. You wouldn’t know it by looking at my old room, but I cleared out a few trash bags worth of Goodwill donations and, well, actual trash.

You see, my old bedroom in my parents’ house has over time become a dumping ground for any random thing that we don’t know what to with. And random hastily-packed bags full of art supplies and odds’n’ends from college.

…And don’t forget about the relics from high school (and earlier) that never left.

Hello, my name is Autumn and I’m a recovering Pack Rat.

I came across probably every drawing or piece of art I’ve ever made in my life. I found little goofy Star Wars toys and dozens of bottles of bubbles and the crayons that my friend Ashley and I melted on the stove and shaped with cookie cutters when my parents weren’t home. I even kept my book covers from high school, on which I collaged pictures of bands, famous artwork, quotes, quirky pictures, and The Parking Lot is Full comics (yes, I threw those away).

There is some stuff, however, that I can’t sort through on my own.

So I called on my dad today to help me out with just a few things.

I wasn’t expecting him to actually come upstairs, but he did and his first reaction to the piles of years of junk was, “Holy sh*t, Andy!

I guess he knew it was bad, but didn’t know how bad. I feel guilty for having trashed the place, but I really never had time to clean it up when I lived out of state. Now that I’m around, it has been strongly suggested to me by Dad to clean it all up. (Not that I didn’t already know that.)

Anyway, I showed him the bag of driftwood that I had acquired from Lake Erie (’cause you never know when you’ll need driftwood) to see if he wanted me to put it in the pile for for woodburner, or just throw it in the woods or whatever.

After a moment of pondering, he holds up a smooth flat log and exclaims, “This would make a good base for something!'” then holds up a smaller twisted piece and says, “This looks like a snake!” while proceeding to make a hissing sound and holding out two fingers like fangs.

DAD, THIS FRAME OF MIND IS WHY THE REST OF THIS [crap] IS HERE! (I say, gesturing Vanna-style to the piles of random junk in the room).

Still, he took the bag and I’m not quite sure what he did with it.

It’s tough being a creative person.

I’m still on the fence about some other things-that-could-become-other-things. Such as our old globe that still reads USSR. Or my extensive burned-out lightbulb collection, that’s hundreds of pieces strong and still growing. Or my box of circuit board pieces that one of the labs at school was just going to throw away.

At some point I have had or will have plans for them all, but it comes down to what I can realistically store or work with.

If any of you artsy folk out there would be interested in learning about what kind of unconventional “supplies” I actually have, feel free to contact me.

Hopefully I’ll have a more functional studio-type space soon and will actually be able to make all of the things that I want to. Imagine that!


I heard the dude blamed the chick, I heard the chick blamed the snake..

March 17, 2011

So I’m still only about 50 pages into the Bible and already I made a mistake.

In my previous post I allude to Cain and Abel in my Bible-read-a-long checklist, citing Abraham and Sarah as the parents.  Really, the honor goes to Adam and Eve.

This goes to show how terrible I can be with names, and lists of names pretty much make up this whole first book of the Bible.

Through reading this, though, I wonder how some biblical names carry on through the generations (ex. Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, Paul, etc. etc.), while others fall by the wayside. I mean, sure, those are some pretty important biblical figures, but why not go for some less obvious choices for naming your child:








All very attractive choices.

Anyway, I really need to devote more daytime-time to reading instead of right-before-bed when I have to be careful not to fall asleep and drool on the Holy Book.

Thank goodness the Good Word transcends some beat-up and stained paper…

In other news: I did finish up the last 60 or so pages of the other book I was reading, The Space Between Us by Thrity Umrigar. I picked it up at random at Barnes & Noble, and really enjoyed it. On one hand, it discusses class differences in India. The illiterate servant, Bhima, lives in the slums with little access to proper medical facilities or education, while the mistress, Serah, lives in a nice home and has power and influence over others. Through hearing their stories, however, we see how universal our dreams and feelings and insecurities really are.

The author was actually supposed to be one of my professors at Case, but she had to cancel the class for some reason. Probably because she was working on/promoting a national best-selling novel, which is a pretty awesome reason to cancel a class.

There are a few more books on my short list to read, but I’m reluctant to start those quite yet. Besides trying to play catch-up with the Bible, I’ve been working on some new jewelry designs to post on my Etsy page.

Here’s a hint as to what to expect next:


I would have stopped at Day 3 gladly, but Day 4 came next…

March 12, 2011

So today is the third day of Lent.

This year I decided to give up coffee. Was going to give up pop, but I don’t drink it that much whereas consuming coffee has long become a daily occurrence for me.

The last time I gave up coffee was in college. Before then I never got into the habit of drinking coffee, but for some reason (perhaps as a right of passage? done out of necessity for pulling all-nighters?) college kids just start to do the coffee thing.

There was also a Starbucks right on campus, which was a total novelty considering that my hometown never had one until only recently. Plus they totally accepted “Case Cash” which is the extra money put on your student ID as part of the meal plan — to use at times when the cafeteria’s not open or to go to Subway, etc.

I didn’t realize how addicted I had become until about the 3rd and 4th days when I got a (lack of) caffeine headache.  I guess I didn’t think that the crappy vending machines at the art school really had coffee in their coffee drinks… I mean, I didn’t go to Starbucks every single day, but I did frequent the 55-cent-watery-powdered-coffee dispenser fairly often.

This year it’s not so bad.  I did have a bit of a headache today, but I can’t tell if it’s from the caffeine or something else since I was also kind of nauseated.


Though I’m Catholic, I’m  interested in utilizing this time to exercise some self-control. I mean, I know that giving something up/not eating meat on Fridays represents sacrifice and things, but I would have to dig deep in the ol’ mental filing cabinet to really remember all the details and how-comes that go along with the Lenten season.

On that note, however, I am going to try to read through the entire Bible before Easter.

You may remember this post about my teenage “bucket list”… Well reading the Bible is one of the items I added to my grown-up version (which I have yet to publish).

I have the basic gist of it down from going to church every weekend throughout my childhood, but I’ve never sat down and actually read the book from start-to-finish. I’m not expecting to understand the entire Bible in just a few weeks — I just want to get a feel for the flow of it.

That’s why I’m reading through a Contemporary English version to start. I’ll graduate to the New Oxford Annotated Bible (with Apocrypha) when I’m really ready to be ultra-studious about it. (That’s the huge one with elaborate academic-sounding footnotes and the “missing” books in it.)

I’ve only made it through about 12 pages (I need to do about 21 per day to finish on time), but a lot more has happened than I expected/remembered.

-The creation of all things (check!)

-Adam and Eve get banished from the Garden of Eden (check!)

-Noah saves all the animals from certain death (check!)

-They all have a whole bunch of descendants when they’re like 300-600 years old (check!)

Abraham’s Adam’s wife, Eve, bears a son who kills the other son (check!)

-The evil, corrupt cities of Sodom and Gomorrah are destroyed (check!)


It’s amusing the way it’s all put into layman’s terms. Like the first verses are simplified to pretty much read as follows:

“God decided to create birds. This was good. And that’s how birds were created.”

I get that there’s no way that we could possible know how God created birds, but it’s just funny how this version lacks the eloquence that the original versions surely had.

Anyway, I should probably head upstairs and get to readin’ if I’m ever going to catch up.

Day 30: Friday, November 13

November 13, 2009

So it’s been 30 days since I lost my job.  In the spirit of keeping myself accountable for my time, here’s a reflection!


Here’s what I have accomplished so far during my time off:

-Read 2 books

-Tried 4 new recipes

-Visited 1 other state

-Went to the lake 1 time

-Went to 3 flea markets and countless garage/estate sales

-Made 3 new necklaces and dozens of origami pieces

-Gave 1 haircut

-Took dozens of pictures

-Saw 1 movie


-Applied for 13 jobs


All in all, I don’t think I’ve done too bad.

Though looking back at my goals, I see that I still need to work on my web site and get crackin’ on some more jewelry.

Also, I noticed that my posts have been lacking in pretty pictures lately, so I plan to include more.