The title to this post reminds of the Barenaked Ladies song of the same name. I used to know all the lyrics, and thought I was hot shit.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Week_(song)
So, I have come to realize that I am leaving for Italy in only 8 days. I am currently at disbelief and denial stage. I guess it never really weaseled its way into my brain tubes that I am actually going. And apparently I thought at some stage it would all fall through, and I've just been waiting for it to happen, but it hasn't, and I'm amazed.
With lots of books from the library and several loose ends to tie up here in Eau Claire, I don't have that much else to do, besides pack. I have some supplies to buy, like work things, gloves, safety goggles (always flattering) and power converters, etc... Although it's not my first trip abroad, people seem to think they should tell me everything I already know. I have learned lots of things that will be useful to me, and-it's not their fault, I have expressed some (some??!!ha!) panic at the thought of not being able to speak Italian. I will hopefully be able to understand quite a bit, judging by its similarity to French, English, and my background in Art History terminology etc... which is frought with Italian.
I'm already missing Eau Claire a bit, especially my roommates. It will be sad missing out on the majority of what has already been a stellar summer.
Uff da- I will stop there, Debbie Downer. yeesh.
This is a short post, because...let's refresh your memory here-I'm not in Italy yet.
Siri Dearie
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
17 days and counting...
This is going to be a short post because the battery on my laptop is dying, and I'm far too lazy to get up and get my charger.
So, 17 days until I leave for Italy!! I've been reading my textbooks Hermione Granger-style, and they're really cool. Two of them are about creating powders from minerals, mixing them and applying them to plaster, etc... I'm excited.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermione_granger
Now I'm going to name-drop a little bit- for those of you who are music fiends, you'll know who I'm talking about. One of Eau Claire's local celebrities, Justin Vernon, is the lead singer of the band Bon Iver.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bon_Iver
Anyway, late last night he and the band came in to Stella Blues, and my boss, Linda who has known him since he was little thought that the other waitress there would collapse into fits of hysteria if she took the table. (Obviously impressed by his celebrity or whatever...) Little did she know I'm a big fan, and the other waitress (Katelind*) probably has no idea who he is. HA! Anyway, they were all nice, and he's a good tipper. yay!
ALSO, tonight, I'm co-hosting a beer tasting at a friends house, and I'm pretty excited. There will be around 20 different beers, and I'm making appetizers and such.
I guess that's it for now- It's overcast here but still very warm, around 80.
Siri
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siri
** Katelind is actually a good friend, and we found out that we are also distantly related. Mom's cousin Sue is also Katelind's mom's cousin. Small world, eh?
So, 17 days until I leave for Italy!! I've been reading my textbooks Hermione Granger-style, and they're really cool. Two of them are about creating powders from minerals, mixing them and applying them to plaster, etc... I'm excited.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermione_granger
Now I'm going to name-drop a little bit- for those of you who are music fiends, you'll know who I'm talking about. One of Eau Claire's local celebrities, Justin Vernon, is the lead singer of the band Bon Iver.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bon_Iver
Anyway, late last night he and the band came in to Stella Blues, and my boss, Linda who has known him since he was little thought that the other waitress there would collapse into fits of hysteria if she took the table. (Obviously impressed by his celebrity or whatever...) Little did she know I'm a big fan, and the other waitress (Katelind*) probably has no idea who he is. HA! Anyway, they were all nice, and he's a good tipper. yay!
ALSO, tonight, I'm co-hosting a beer tasting at a friends house, and I'm pretty excited. There will be around 20 different beers, and I'm making appetizers and such.
I guess that's it for now- It's overcast here but still very warm, around 80.
Siri
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siri
** Katelind is actually a good friend, and we found out that we are also distantly related. Mom's cousin Sue is also Katelind's mom's cousin. Small world, eh?
Sunday, June 7, 2009
due (Two)
I realized that my writing may come across as a touch ambivalent to some of you who don't know me so well.
That being said, I can't get through my Rick Steves' Audio tour of Italy fast enough. Really! I'm that excited! I'm not entirely sure how my head hasn't yet exploded into a fiery ball of useless celebrity trivia.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rick_Steves
...And to address another quite pertinent question, why should you read my blog? I'm not ACTUALLY going to leave for Italy for another 3 1/2 weeks.
I have no witty, sarcastic answer for that, actually. If you're already reading this, then keep on keepin' on, do your thang, etc... It's because of my pointless, shoddily put-together stories and storylines and driveling commentary that you are coming back for more, isn't it? I knew it. Then keep reading, there is more pointless rambling coming your way.
I was thinking the other day (mainly out loud, and to my mother) that since graduate school will be so expensive and take forever, etc...I should just give up any sort of career path and get a travel show.(Sidenote: Since I'm just so amazing at life in general, I know that it will be very easy to just, you know...GET your own TV show. These things happen. Whatever.) I could go around and look specifically at museums and art/architecture/operas/plays/eat delicious food I don't have to pay for...that kind of thing. However-and this poses a bit of a problem- I greatly enjoy watching foodie travel shows; especially Anthony Bourdain : No Reservations, where he basically drinks, finds a random person from a town, has more drinks, dines, even more drinks with them, swears a lot, and makes fun of other people. The problem isn't that I enjoy watching it, it's that drinking copious amounts of alcohol, swearing like a sailor, and fine art don't necessarily always go together.
Necessarily. I could figure something out, right?
Anyway, would you watch my show? Any thoughts? I'd like to hear them-let me know what you think in the comments box.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthony_Bourdain
It's still crappy outside here-
Siri
That being said, I can't get through my Rick Steves' Audio tour of Italy fast enough. Really! I'm that excited! I'm not entirely sure how my head hasn't yet exploded into a fiery ball of useless celebrity trivia.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rick_Steves
...And to address another quite pertinent question, why should you read my blog? I'm not ACTUALLY going to leave for Italy for another 3 1/2 weeks.
I have no witty, sarcastic answer for that, actually. If you're already reading this, then keep on keepin' on, do your thang, etc... It's because of my pointless, shoddily put-together stories and storylines and driveling commentary that you are coming back for more, isn't it? I knew it. Then keep reading, there is more pointless rambling coming your way.
I was thinking the other day (mainly out loud, and to my mother) that since graduate school will be so expensive and take forever, etc...I should just give up any sort of career path and get a travel show.(Sidenote: Since I'm just so amazing at life in general, I know that it will be very easy to just, you know...GET your own TV show. These things happen. Whatever.) I could go around and look specifically at museums and art/architecture/operas/plays/eat delicious food I don't have to pay for...that kind of thing. However-and this poses a bit of a problem- I greatly enjoy watching foodie travel shows; especially Anthony Bourdain : No Reservations, where he basically drinks, finds a random person from a town, has more drinks, dines, even more drinks with them, swears a lot, and makes fun of other people. The problem isn't that I enjoy watching it, it's that drinking copious amounts of alcohol, swearing like a sailor, and fine art don't necessarily always go together.
Necessarily. I could figure something out, right?
Anyway, would you watch my show? Any thoughts? I'd like to hear them-let me know what you think in the comments box.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthony_Bourdain
It's still crappy outside here-
Siri
Friday, June 5, 2009
Numero Uno
Ciao tutti!! (Hello All!)
I look good in pink, don't I ?? (I was referring to the background of my blog...) Anyway, this is my first post of my blog for Italy, where everyone can follow me, (Siri, bellsers, Seeer, baby bell, booger bear, or anything else you'd like to call me {Please, no profanity, those of you know who you are. Be nice.) geeking out over boring art, architecture, art history, Roman Ruins, etc. Try not to fall asleep!
I will begin by chronicling my application process. I applied. I got in. I applied for a student visa. I got it. I bought books. They are coming. I paid a lot of money. I'm going to Italy. See? That wasn't SO bad.
I am leaving on July 3rd, and (I think) meeting with a girl in Chicago, and we will fly to Detroit together, where we are going to meet up with two other girls in the program. We're all flying to Rome, where we will then catch a train to the nearest stop to San Gemini, which is Terni (if you are looking at a map, that part was for you) and then our contact people will pick us up and take us to our apartments. We have access to full kitchens, and one apartment has a kitchen in it. There is one single room, and the rest are doubles.
After everyone arrives on the 4th of July, the 5th is orientation. (Which from past experience, are always frought with akward get-to-know-each-other trust and name games, where everyone will learn what my favorite color is, where I'm from, how much I don't care about what everyone else's favorite color is, etc.) Then I have class at 8:30 (ahh, rough. At least I don't work in a glitter factory, is all I have to say. hhahaaaahahah!) which is Traditional Painting Methods and Restoration Techniques, and then at 10:30 (oh, I'm actually waking up now, at this point) I have Preservation Issues and Theory. Then in the afternoon we have Workshops, which will be little field trips, but mainly learning and creating different frescoes, oils, etc... so basically everything awesome. Then from July 18th to the 26th we will be taking a trip through Siena (2 days), Venice (three days), and Rome (4 days).
When I mention things in this blog, I don't expect anyone to actually know what I'm talking about, so I'll try to explain as best I can. However, for your understanding pleasure, I may as well just include a link to www.wikipedia.org as and endnote to every paragraph. For example...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Gemini
Under Main Sites, it includes the archaeological site of Carsulae, which we will travel to the first day.
Okay, that's all for now I guess. As an endnote*, I will proceed to tell everyone why my blog is named Siri's Glitter Factory. You can read it or not, I don't care, but it's a very logical explanation, although a bit random.
To this great day, and tomorrow!
Siri
* okay. So let me set the scene. I am taping off the walls in our living room to get ready to paint it a lovely grey-blue color. As I am doing this, I see that there, somehow, is GLITTER stuck on a wall. Not glitter paint, glue, or anything with adhesive in it, just random little green and blue glitters. So, I remark aloud to Kristin and Kirsten ( my two roomies) that I just found some glitter on wall, and that glitter sticks to EVERYTHING and you can never get rid of it. Then I wonder aloud if there are glitter factories. My thought process gets to this conclusion BECAUSE: If one worked in a glitter factory, it would suck because as previously stated, glitter gets on everything and you can never EVER get it off, therefore, if you worked in a glitter factory you would always have glitter on you and could never get it off. This would make ME very frustrated and angry, and I'm assuming it would make everyone else so as well. Now Kirsten (probably trying to escape my demented ramblings) remarks she must leave for work (Scheels) and that she doesn't want to go. I then say, "Well at least you don't work in a glitter factory." The End. I'm sorry, but you have just succumbed to a very lengthy, waste-of-your-brain-cells, typically pointless and bad story of mine. I'm famous for them. Again, my apologies.
I look good in pink, don't I ?? (I was referring to the background of my blog...) Anyway, this is my first post of my blog for Italy, where everyone can follow me, (Siri, bellsers, Seeer, baby bell, booger bear, or anything else you'd like to call me {Please, no profanity, those of you know who you are. Be nice.) geeking out over boring art, architecture, art history, Roman Ruins, etc. Try not to fall asleep!
I will begin by chronicling my application process. I applied. I got in. I applied for a student visa. I got it. I bought books. They are coming. I paid a lot of money. I'm going to Italy. See? That wasn't SO bad.
I am leaving on July 3rd, and (I think) meeting with a girl in Chicago, and we will fly to Detroit together, where we are going to meet up with two other girls in the program. We're all flying to Rome, where we will then catch a train to the nearest stop to San Gemini, which is Terni (if you are looking at a map, that part was for you) and then our contact people will pick us up and take us to our apartments. We have access to full kitchens, and one apartment has a kitchen in it. There is one single room, and the rest are doubles.
After everyone arrives on the 4th of July, the 5th is orientation. (Which from past experience, are always frought with akward get-to-know-each-other trust and name games, where everyone will learn what my favorite color is, where I'm from, how much I don't care about what everyone else's favorite color is, etc.) Then I have class at 8:30 (ahh, rough. At least I don't work in a glitter factory, is all I have to say. hhahaaaahahah!) which is Traditional Painting Methods and Restoration Techniques, and then at 10:30 (oh, I'm actually waking up now, at this point) I have Preservation Issues and Theory. Then in the afternoon we have Workshops, which will be little field trips, but mainly learning and creating different frescoes, oils, etc... so basically everything awesome. Then from July 18th to the 26th we will be taking a trip through Siena (2 days), Venice (three days), and Rome (4 days).
When I mention things in this blog, I don't expect anyone to actually know what I'm talking about, so I'll try to explain as best I can. However, for your understanding pleasure, I may as well just include a link to www.wikipedia.org as and endnote to every paragraph. For example...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Gemini
Under Main Sites, it includes the archaeological site of Carsulae, which we will travel to the first day.
Okay, that's all for now I guess. As an endnote*, I will proceed to tell everyone why my blog is named Siri's Glitter Factory. You can read it or not, I don't care, but it's a very logical explanation, although a bit random.
To this great day, and tomorrow!
Siri
* okay. So let me set the scene. I am taping off the walls in our living room to get ready to paint it a lovely grey-blue color. As I am doing this, I see that there, somehow, is GLITTER stuck on a wall. Not glitter paint, glue, or anything with adhesive in it, just random little green and blue glitters. So, I remark aloud to Kristin and Kirsten ( my two roomies) that I just found some glitter on wall, and that glitter sticks to EVERYTHING and you can never get rid of it. Then I wonder aloud if there are glitter factories. My thought process gets to this conclusion BECAUSE: If one worked in a glitter factory, it would suck because as previously stated, glitter gets on everything and you can never EVER get it off, therefore, if you worked in a glitter factory you would always have glitter on you and could never get it off. This would make ME very frustrated and angry, and I'm assuming it would make everyone else so as well. Now Kirsten (probably trying to escape my demented ramblings) remarks she must leave for work (Scheels) and that she doesn't want to go. I then say, "Well at least you don't work in a glitter factory." The End. I'm sorry, but you have just succumbed to a very lengthy, waste-of-your-brain-cells, typically pointless and bad story of mine. I'm famous for them. Again, my apologies.
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