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5/3/03

I should have been nicer to E's B tonight. I got mad at a basically innocent remark he made and told him that he's a perpetuator of the great American obsession with ugly and unnatural thinness, and therefore somehow everything in the world is his fault including poverty, SARS, Hawaii's ice problem, and global terrorism. Poor guy, he never sees any of this coming.

I feel so yuck. So irritable. I think it started wth the penguin. In art this morning we made clay creatures, which I was excited about from last week when I looked at the syllabus because I haven't touched clay since the third grade or so. Class started out OK, art history from the amazing Greeks to the copycat Romans, and then we moved to the ceramics lab in the basement, where I couldn't find any inspiration to create, period. There were flying sea turtles, serpents, a banana split (she decided last minute that "pop art" was OK, too), a dolphin. After about 45 minutes of squashing my clay from square to ball to snake to pancake, I decided I better hurry the hell up and decided to make a penguin. To make a long story short the end product looked nothing like a penguin, maybe an old Chinese penguin disco dancing with a beret on his head. This would be the first project so far that I'm not happy with at all. Even my coffee table goose drawing I liked. I hate the penguin.

Since we got out early Caryn suggested going to the mall so we went to Ala Moana. I was pleasantly surprised to find two Macys gift cards in my purse with which I bought a pair of long cargo shorts which sort of made me feel better about the penguin.

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Tomorrow: I ponder my own communication skills. Stay tuned. Or don't.