...came this afternoon from the dentist. i had asked him to email me a copy of my x-rays, and the jpeg arrived in my inbox today with the following message:
'dear mlle, here you radio dentaire panoramique. greeting, guillaume g. (dentiste).' for those who care about my teeth (parental types...) good news: i have a permanent filling as of this morning in what turned out to be not such a big cavity after all, and as long as my teeth feel OK, i am good to go apparently. my molar is a little sore, and i actually drooled on a drawing in class later in the morning when my mouth was still asleep - all elegance and sophistication, as usual - but i am enjoying the novel sensation of being able to chew on both sides of my mouth again. so 'ip 'ip 'ooray pour monsieur le dentiste and his torture instruments.
i finished not one but TWO projects today - a master copy drawring and my First Real Painting. three days ahead of schedule, even. i am going to devote the last three days we have painting krystle to a study of her feet. feet are hard, man. they are a weird shape, and then that whole toe business is just for the birds.
ce soir we had a major editing session - M has written an article for international artist magazine on her charcoal/sanguine portraits, and C and i went through it with her to fix up the english prior to submission. then of course we ended up looking again at her portfolio, and then some of the photos that she has drawn/painted from, then photos of C's trip to the coast, then brochures/maps of some of the local chateaux etc. that they have visited, then we had to try some new posh chocolate that M had... oy oy oy. three hours later i finally staggered home to bed.
artichokes with aioli tonight (in celebration of the fact i will not be having to breathe on the dentist again any time soon...) i am thwarted in my brussel sprout preparation by the fact that i am out of butter. do i hold out for friday market and risk the sprouts going even more yucky than brussel sprouts are at baseline, or do i cave to the evils of corporate food purchasing and go to the shopi to buy butter? i will do a fridge revision tomorrow and see if i can make it until friday.
reading materials: stormed through 'in search of j.d. salinger,' a biography of sort about the world's least accessible author, which made me very antsy to reread the entire salinger oeuvre, (even though he really does _not_ sound like a nice man). now onto another biography, about hildegard of bingen, which is proving quite interesting - all i knew about her was medeival nun composer, and there is so much more, as it turns out: obsessive letterwriter (she corresponded with all kinds of popey emperory type people), doctor (of sorts; her cure for jaundice involved a concussed bat strapped to your loins. no instructions on how to concuss the bat in the first place), possible lesbian (this i think is a little farfetched on the part of the biographer, but i guess is to be expected if you are writing about an extremely forceful proto-feminist nun), spiritual guru, author.... like tom lehrer says, by the time mozart was my age, he had been dead for three years. shit, all i have done today is have a tooth drilled, do a bit of drawring, a bit of typing, and pick my nose.
okay time for schnozzling.
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