THE CLOUDS ARE GONNA EAT ME

This is for tomorrow. It's Columbus day and I'm going to Tiff's house. I can't wait cause I haven't seen them in FOREVER. I mean it's disappointing that some of my friends(ahem) haven't even come to my new house yet. But I'm psyched for tomorrow! If only i could finish all my work tonight... So I'm taking this class at the MAD museum. We had our first outing yesterday at the Contemporary Arts gallery in Moma's educational building. Oh no, I think i have to send my teacher alllll the photos along with their info so the other kids can look at their artwork while writing their reviews. That's going to take a while, i dont know how im gonna do it...
This photo is a photo of me and Meredith, the other class photographer. She has a kickass camera. This click is very satisfying and it's got fancy buttons everywhere and is very very heavy.
http://www.visualartstrac.blogspot.com/ My TRaC blogspot. Class Photographer! Yeyuh =) That reminds me, I should email Grace her photos ( I"m her photographer for her fashion blog too!)

"The friendly and flowing savage, who is he?
Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it?

Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors? is he Canadian?
Is he from the Mississippi country? Iowa, Oregon, California?
The mountains? prairie-life, bush-life? or sailor from the sea?

Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him,
They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.

Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as grass, uncomb'd
head, laughter, and naivete,
Slow-stepping feet, common features, common modes and emanations,
They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers,
They are wafted with the odor of his body or breath, they fly out of
the glance of his eyes."

--"Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman