jsquared_h

Hello Out There...

2006-06-27T04:03:54Z

Thought I stop and drop a note...

I know I don't write much, but do think of writing often.

I think it is just that I don't have much to write about, that I would want to "potentially" share with the world. Except for maybe the fact that I would like very much to be famous. (No Andie... NOT infamous. I know you are laughing)...and probably the only one that reads my blog.

I guess the word is not really even famous... Just memorable. I'm hoping for memorable.

Hmmmm..... Let's define that in the terms in my head:

MEMORABLE: Something unable to be forgotten. Not because it is good or bad, but just because it is unforgettable. Yeah. MEMORABLE.

That's it.

6 odd things about myself. Is that ALL?

2006-06-02T15:56:23Z

Ok. I will respond to the "Tagged" blog that Andie included me in, but I'm not tagging anyone else. Oh! Wait! I don't know anyone else to tag.

Here Goes:

1. When I was younger (6 or 7)I used to tell my grandmother, Josephine, who went by "Jo" that I would never let anyone call me that. Well, I haven't been "Josephine" since 5th grade. I was brieftly "Jo Jo," but that ended when highschool started. My eigth grade teacher still calls me "Jo Jo."

2. Before coming an "Art Major," I was a Biology major. I would have done both, but hated practical exams. Not because of the content, just because of the vibe in the room during the test. I secretely collect Human anatomy books and national geographic, and use them for inspiration in my artwork.

3. In gradeschool, I was the kid that always got picked on by the popular kids. So in highschool, I was the kid that was president of the class twice, and decided not to run in my senior year because I needed to get a job. And played a bunch of sports. I guess I turned the tables, and it was all a downhill slide from there. Not the shy, insecure little 5th grader that totally botched a speech infront of the entire student body when running for VP of the Student Govt. ANYMORE!

4. I went to the Junior Olympics to compete in swimming. My brother broke the back stroke record. I placed in freestyle, but was DQ'd in the breast stroke.

5. I won the "Keep Christ in Christmas" illustration contest every year for 3 years in grade school. Each year you had to do a drawing that captured the concept. I still have the savings bonds that I got for winning. (Andie, don't fall out of your chair. I know you just recently found out that I was raised Catholic, and remembered all of the rules.)

6. I was nominated and won the Daughters of the American Revolution Citizenship award in 1991, and placed 1st place in a sience fair with a project that tested the levels of electrical conductivity through tap water versus salt water, that same year.

jsquared_h @ 2006-04-20T14:12:00

2006-04-20T21:19:24Z

Long Time. No Typing from AZ.....

I've been really busy. My day job has picked up now that I only have two months left on the assignment. Now everyone needs my help. Figures.

I've been working an additional 28 hours per week at Subway. Hence the lack of updates on my blog. (Sorry Andie)

On Monday I work 4-8 at Subway, so when Max and I go to bed, he says, "See you on Friday." And he is not kidding.

I submitted my resume and job requirements to a site that distributes your resume to the headhunters in my area. Hopefully it will help generate some leads. CareerBuilder and Monster are just not getting it done.

I hope to find something by the end of June, or I will be picking up more hours from Subway. Hey, gotta pay the bills.

Any way, that is all of my news for now. I will try to be better about updating.

Trying to Figure It All Out

2006-04-01T06:09:22Z

Sorry for my absence. Believe me, its not just from my "live journal." After some thought, it appears to be from parts of life. Intentionally the "work" parts of life, but unintentionally from the other parts too. For some reason I've been trying to get back into the frame of mind that I used to be in school. (college that is) I was always busy, and THIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Damn it! There's that word again. I was so upset about the word today, that I threw away a brand new box of Famous Amous chocolate chip pecan cookies. Well, a half of a box. And NO, I did not eat the other half all today. Part yesterday, and part today. Hence, the fact that they are in the trash can as I type. I had an artichoke for lunch. It was pretty good, and appeared to double as an appetite suppressant.
The Tempe art and music festival is tomorrow. I'm going to go scope it out with every intention of working towards being a participant next year ...............................................

Wow. Spaced out for a minute there. I'm bored with things. I want fame and retirement all at the same time. Yah. That's an oxymoron if I've ever heard one. I need to get people interested in my artwork. That is what I really want to do. Screw the bullshit. Sick of the bullshit! Oh, you need this on Monday, and your calling me at 6pm on Friday evening BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hmmmmmm...... I detect a bit of hostility in your voice, you say. Yes. Yes, you do. That would be putting it mildly.

You know what really annoys me? Well, I'll tell you. It really annoys me when I send pictures of new work to someone, and they can't find time to look at it. Oh! But when they have a problem, or their world appears to be crashing down around them, they find time to call me, and not let me get a word in. Its always all about them. And its never good. Its always a crisis. Its always BULLSHIT! Whoops. There goes that word again. Tired of it! I'm just not going to answer the phone when the "LIFE SUCKER" calls. Not that it will ever be clear why. It will just be, "Oh, Jo just wrote me off. What a Bitch!" Who cares. I guess that's my point. I need to stop caring. Or at least about this person. (And by the way, the person I'm talking about, just in case you were wondering, lives in DC) Stop worrying. And you should know better than to think I was talking about you any way. You always look at my new stuff. Even when it disturbs you.

Enough waisted time on that topic. Just needed to get it out. I don't really feel any better, but at least I said it.

Well, I'm officially an Aunt! Aunt Jo. Not sure how I really feel about it. My new nephew was only 6lbs 14oz, and he was 20" long. I don't know anything about babies, but apparently, that is small. I know why, but will keep it too myself. You know, the whole nothing nice to say thing. I couldn't get a read from my brother. He just sounded like he was in a daze. I'm sure he will be a great dad, considering he loves kids and all. I'm not sure how I can positively impact my nephew's life, but I'm hoping to find a way. The hard part is, I have two "step nephews." Not sure how to work that. Do I send presents to all three? Somehow that doesn't seem fare. (For me that is.) I don't know. I'll see what happens. I don't want anyone to feel left out.

La. La. La..... All out of patience. Oh. There I go changing the subject again. Seems to be a pattern this evening. MUST FIND A WAY TO GET OUT! Out of the dog and pony show that is my so called career. HATE IT! I guess when it comes down to it, I just haven't been pushed completely over the edge. BUT! I see it getting closer. You know the feeling you get at the top of the biggest hill on a roller coaster? You know, right before it plunges 80 feet at 60 miles per hour, and your stomach is in your throat? I'm almost to that point, which I need to say is somewhat dangerous. I mean come on! I just sat through four and a half hours of orientation at Subway! I must be loosing my mind. I do have to say that it seems like something better to do than get jerked in 20 different directions by people that all think they know what they want until someone else makes a "better" suggestion. Decision by committee. F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!Committee my Ass! More like, "Lets drive the person doing the work completely insane so we can be sure to get NOTHING done EVER!" I think I need medication. Or a drink. Or BOTH! Again, the reason for deciding to work at Subway. Nothing is decided by committee. It is what it is, and that's it. It's sandwiches. Do you want cheese, or don't you? Mayo, or Mustard? I can just stand there and smile at people, and not really have to give a SHIT about them, their problems, their deadlines, or anything else pertaining to their lives. Just if they want lettuce and tomato, and hot peppers. Oh, and even better, get paid to do this. Not enough to pay my mortgage of course.

I think I just need an IV hooked to my arm with a steady supply of Vodka running through it. Or maybe tequila. It would help the visions of violently beating things with a baseball bat go away. Or at least make it a plastic baseball bat versus a metal one with spikes.

Now that I've probably disturbed anyone that has read this. I think I will hit the pause button. It's just going to get worse and more disturbing if I keep writing. Hopefully I will wake up on the right side of the bed tomorrow.

So very annoyed

2006-03-29T00:17:55Z

Did you ever get a single email that ruined your entire day? I'm sure at some point everyone gets one. It seems I get them on a regular basis. However, for some reason, the two I got today annoyed the sh*t out of me. So much so that I was completely unmotivated for the rest of the day.

The whole "work for people that don't listen, don't get it, don't respond" has slightly pissed me off. They can all just bite me!

Ok. Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I think I'll go watch food network, and veg for a while.

Pleh.

New Pieces Made Today

2006-03-27T02:20:13Z

Ok. I'll write something later.

Starting a new series

2006-03-26T02:24:47Z

I made two pieces today. I really like how figure1_a and figure1_b turned out. They were the second pair that I made. I guess I named the "1" because I like how the piece has changed since the first set.

I'm going to build more of them tomorrow.

I don't have any grass

2006-03-25T06:09:44Z

My yard is all rock, dirt, and a couple of trees that might trump the saplings in Maryland. This is not a complaint in anyway. The decision to leave the lawn mower and leaf blowers behind was an easy one for sure.

To my dear friend Andie, your message, this is why I love you! We are able to always see the positives in each others lives, and make sure each other knows the negatives of our own from "our" perspective. I guess we should appreciate that we can do this. Maybe it keeps us grounded, whatever that means.....

I've never wanted to be grounded. Actually, I would much prefer to be "lite" (spelling on purpose) enough to float around on little strappy heals in the sparkley red pants from SSU days. Seemed grabbing a six pack of Strawberry Blond Ale was my ticket to a night of fun and great sex. Now it seems I'm lucky if I'm able to drink a glass of wine or one beer before I feel I am drifting in and out, and eventually going to bed before I used to even get started. And sex, well how do you do that when you've fallen asleep way too early?

Maybe I'm sharing too much, but hey, its my "live journal," I can talk about what ever I want. People can skip the parts that are too loud or intrusive into there personal space or safe zones. (Comment definitely NOT for Andie. She knows me too well to find my comments out of line or offensive.)

Ahh... to return to the weekend in Philly on Strawberry Avenue (more like alley). That was a great time, although, if I had it to do over again, I would listen to my much wiser friend, and pluck the thoughts of "After Party? That sounds like fun!" right out of my head. I'm sure if we had had a few less Cosmo's that night, she would have grabbed me by the ear saying "Josephine L Jackson! You come with me right now!" However, when drinking, or almost any other time, once I have a thought in my head, there's not much of a chance in changing or prohibiting it from coming to fruition. At least she made me write down the address to where we were "staying" that evening so I could give it to the the cabby when I finally decided to call it a night. Or was it, a morning.

I didn't need any help from makeup to create the "cool dark circles under the eyes look" for the gallery opening the next evening. It was o'natural.

Ok. Now that I've dished a bit of the past. Its back to the future and slightly less carefree Jo.

I think I'll save that for later.

NEED TO DO SOME ART!

2006-03-24T23:58:34Z

Ranting because its fun.... Ok, I reminded my wonderful husband (not being sarcastic) that we need to hang my painting so I can finish it, put up my paper towl holder because I can't stand having things on the kitchen counters, and need to make me a space to work on some clay. After doing so, I realized that I had just created a "Honey Do" list. AAAHHHHHH. No, I am not one of those. However, one of my biggest pieves is repeating myself, so I guess since I've now reminded several times, I'm going to have to, yes, I'm saying it, "Make a Honey Do List." I think I'm even going to attach a pen to it so things can get crossed off as they get done. And, they WILL get done. Oh, felt a twinge of the OCD surfacing for a minute.

I was talking about my friend Andie today, and needed to mention that she is awesome. She thinks I'm living the dream, but in reality, she is.

She teaches pottery, sells her pottery in stores, galleries, on-line, and everywhere else I can think of. She has successfully stayed away from the corporate monster that has captured me, and has so much information in her brain that I want to pull a Matrix, and connect my wires to hers so I can catch up. Felt it was important to mention that she is awesome for having the courage and drive to do what she does. So if I am a copycat by any regard, I'm moving in the right direction.