June 22
...I have WAY too many things going on. As usual. I need to stop every day and make the mental chatter stop.
1966
Got my last shot today - thank Heaven! (Hepatitis) it didn’t hurt or read yet. I’m almost packed; just undies and junk to go. Got my Dramamine, Milk of Magnesia tablets, toothbrush and toothpaste, too.
Washed Sam! No fuss (hardly any.)
Got a kind often, anyway,
One more day!
Comment 2023
I was the Carsick Kid for most of my childhood, and my mother was determined to avoid unpleasant episodes on the drive from Connecticut to Mexico City. Thankfully, I had apparently outgrown motion sickness. That kind, anyway. I still can’t manage amusement park rides that spin - not even carousels - or Virtual Reality goggles.
1978
"what shall we do with the drunken sailor" is playing on WETA – – a real baroque version. Sounds more like opera than sea chanty. Elements of Grieg, too; little pizzicato viola and cello riffs. Very odd.
I've been keeping somewhat to my schedule. An injury to my right thumb (cut under the nail while washing a zucchini ) has kept me from playing the piano since the day before yesterday. However, it feels much more comfortable today
I find my schedule somewhat – again somewhat? – Boring. However it is only for another week, and then I start at the Smithsonian. I do feel poorly prepared for that stint. I tried to do some thinking about it last week and managed to get in two hours. But this publicity monster has really taken over my life. Erg. Only temporary, it's only temporary.
I really want to publish an article! It is so damn frustrating; as far as that goes, I am really in the wrong area. It would help if I spent some time reading journals, of course.
Comment 2023
The summer of ’78 I had a research fellowship in the Costume Division at the Smithsonian Museum of History and Technology. It turned out to be a life-changing experience, resulting in my very first scholarly article and leading me into the method I developed for my dissertation. And it was a very, very cool place to work. My supervisor was the amazing and intimidating Claudia Brush Kidwell, curator of costume.
1981
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We’ve just returned from a short visit in NYC with C and J. Jim had been in the city since Tuesday for a meeting; I went up on Friday. I had a really interesting afternoon at F.I.T. It made me think about what can be done at Maryland. We are, after all, not FIT and we are not neatly located in NYC. What a set up they have! 250,000 garments and two million textile swatches. Plus accessories.
Envy, envy.
Comment 2023
And that, dear reader, is why land-grant colleges across the US eventually eliminated their fashion design programs, a trend that began with my own department.
1985
The Philadelphia meeting was surprisingly pleasant. There’s nothing more energizing than talking about what you love to do with others who do the same work!
Jim is now talking more about a second child. Actually, we backed into it. I mentioned going back on the pill because “this was not the year”. He expressed concern about waiting much longer. He allowed as how we would be a little pinched, but could probably afford it. I was, in a word, amazed. And suddenly, not so sure anymore. Maybe this is the year. So, at any rate, I’m not going back on the pill yet.
Comment 2023
Jim was born 10 years after his only sibling, when his parents were in their 40s. His father died when we was in high school. So his reluctance to wait too long was understandable.
2006
So far, so good. I have actually started to plan my section of AMST 201 and have sent a zillion emails out to everyone if the cybersphere. Following up is a bitch, of course.
And I have WAY too many things going on. As usual. I need to stop every day and make the mental chatter stop.
2016
Here I am at General Assembly, wishing I could be watching online. Wondering what a nice introverted, slightly socially anxious girl like me is doing in a room with 4000 smiling, chatty people? I hope to be challenged and inspired this week. This GA is going to be contentious, because of the divestment petition. This opening address is more than I expected. It is courageous and bold of him to speak out to what might be a hostile argument.
The holy one loves when we stand together in friendship.
I want to meet at least once or twice with Carol so we can work on our sermons. The thing I lack in my conception of it is the spiritual message. It is somewhere in the section about the value of intergenerational community. The importance of listening to each other’s stories with respect and love.
I am very glad that this meeting room is just a big open space, not an area like the space in Providence, which was a hockey arena.
2019
8 am was not early enough!!
Wrong exit cost us 30 minutes. :(
But we made it to the luggage boat and then had lunch on the Thomas Leighton en route to Star Island.
2023:
Two more days and I will be on Star Island Again!
2024
I have been on Star Island almost a week, and will be here another week after that!
