...with words. First I edited commentary for Trollope's Bertrams, and then I put together a cento of sorts using William Cullen Bryant's translation of the Odyssey.
9/7: creative connections
In the morning I talked with a student on the phone about her Odyssey alteration project.
In the after I set aside a little time to do my own erasure of an Odyssey passage.
In the evening I wrote some prompts which students can use for their Odyssey alterations, and I enjoyed listening to the online recorded concert by the Praeclara Ringers.
9/6: remembering Roman Holiday
I was reading Rick Riordan's Mark of Athena on the porch this morning, and the set-up of one scene reminded me of Roman Holiday. A few paragraphs later, it became clear why: Riordan explicitly presents Rhea Silvia and Tiberinus as if they were Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck from the film. It was such a sweet and unexpected touch.
9/5: hinges
I'm working on two pamphlets that use hinges to add pages to an accordion fold. Hinges are so useful but also vexatious. Among other things, they can bulk up a project, and that's one of the things that was getting me down. Then I tried using onionskin to make the hinges, and that de-bulked them! I'm really happy with the results so far, and I hope the exclamation mark on that last sentence isn't premature.
9/4: waiting for me
I went to campus today for the first time in a long time, and mail that had piled up in the campus post office had finally been distributed. There were three notes from students (one current, two alumni) waiting for me. What they wrote was kind, wonderful, and unexpected. I am so grateful. If I'm honest, I think I really needed those comments, and that adds another layer to my gratitude.
9/2: drawing
...with my eyes closed during an online workshop. While the session wasn't exactly pitched for me (it was better for people who are used to doing representational drawing and wanted the "freeing" experience of drawing without watching what they're doing), I'm glad I gave it a go, and I'm kind of charmed by my sight-free drawing of an eye.
9/1: "sick toys"
There was a box of special toys and stuffed animals that my mother would give us when we were ill. Today my under-the-weather-ness got the worse of me and I couldn't do much. But I did read a lot of Rick Riordan's Son of Neptune, and the harpy Ella felt like a new "sick toy" friend.
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