I did some more homework… the problems where we solve equations containing radicals take a long time but it’s pretty hard to screw them up.
The bad thing is you have to check every single answer, because you could be taking the square of a negative number, which invalidates certain answers. Thankfully, my graphing calculator lets me check the solutions in the original equation without doing the whole problem over again.
After that, I took down my big blank canvas from the wall and started on it. My plan is to try to use some kind of half-assed pontillism to get the effect of a halftone. I did the first layer, which is yellow. I have no clue what look like once I’m done, but I think it will be interesting. Here is my mockup of the painting that I used for color matching:
When I was hanging out with Katie, I got a text message from Andrew saying that he had sent me an e-mail, but the e-mail never went through. So of course I’m ridiculously curious. It probably isn’t anything important.
I think Brian got mad Katie and I didn’t include him in our plans… but it was rather impossible to do that because Katie had to be asleep by like 9 PM and that’s was when Brian was leaving wherever he was.
The acrylics worked great…no horrible fumes, and they just roll right off the brush. I’m a fan.
And cleanup didn’t involve turpentine. Doubleplusgood.
I just found on my desk an ad for some landscaping person that was left on our doorstep. “Our specialized combination of Oriental ancient skills and modern horticulture will make your garden more valuable and more attractive.” I feel like I’m a Southern landowner living in this neighborhood. We even have a gardener.
I’m just in love with being able to express myself again and to dictate into any application. My wrists don’t hurt! W00t.
I can totally convince myself that I don’t have any feelings for Andrew and then he’ll send me a text message with a ;-) (wow, the program transcribed “winky face” as “;-)”) and I melt. Damn it.
In other news, still totally loving the new Cut Copy album. I got past the initial singles and into the meat of the album and it has a similar feel as Bright Like Neon Love…it’s a bit darker, and a different, more feeling of longing. BLNL was very much a “in love during summer in the 80s” album… this seems to be more of a winter-ish album, going to clubs and old hangouts and discovering things you used to love.
I like it.
Anyway, I need to go to sleep.
newspeak from crimethinking prole. doubleplusgood.