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I've been working on Pecos Bill and making a great deal of headway. All but one image is ready for text. I have a feeling I'll need to create probably two to three more scratchboards, but I think that will be a simple endeavor. My schedule for completing the design this weekend, is feasible. Printing next week?

Other projects to complete (ideally this weekend): resume - and finishing the arroyo in my cowboy quilt. As a side note, if I woke up at eight, when my alarm goes off, I'd find I have ample time to complete everything that needs to be done. Late nights aren't working like they did during the school year.

My emotions are still in turmoil, well maybe not so much my emotions but thoughts. I'm going through a significant amount of change right now. I'm on that brink between carelessness and adulthood. There are responsibilities I've yet to undertake that need to be faced.

On that note, my artistic capacity is starting to twitch again. It has been somewhat dead since the arrival of summer - to be expected, but none the less annoying. Somehow I'm not finding the the time to create these works or maybe I'm simply not finding the moment to overcome my own hesitance and put pen to paper. Either way I am feeling that ball of discord that settles in the pit of my stomach when I need to create - and don't.

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Today I woke up having just convinced myself that my dream of arriving 44 minutes late to my thesis presentation (and thus everyone had moved on to the next person) was not real.

I finished Romancing the Folk. I'm a little behind on my reading schedule, but that was to be expected. My due date for books to be finished has become Saturday instead of the intended Wednesday.

Anyway - here is my best attempt at summarizing the book and why it might be relevant to my research. I think doing this might be helpful for later when I need to recall what exactly it was that I read.

Romancing the Folk: Public Memory and American Roots Music (Cultural Studies of the United States by Benjamin Filene

Chapter one: Here we learn about the American landscape before the very idea of folk. In fact, folk is a relatively new idea. At the turn of the 20th century, American was not even 200 years old. Inhabitant’s great-great grandfathers had been present at the founding of the country. America did not yet see it’s own culture as being specific to the country verses the place from which they had originated. For the most part of the 19th century folk meant folk from the motherland - specifically the English countryside.

to be continued...

Reflections

It's only nine am and my room is already considerably muggy. I can't open my window any wider. I'd buy a fan, except I know I have two back in my brother's garage.

On the plus side - it reminds me of being back in KCMO...

Pecos Bill is officially a year old, not sure how I feel about that. It should have been done six months ago. Why am I so hesitant to work on it? I guess I'm afraid of fucking it up, although I can't help but think there must be some more dramatic underlying reason that it isn't finished. I've planned a schedule for its completion. The deadline is next weekend. That way I'll have more time to complete other projects - like the sandwich compendium - in time for the zine symposium.

This weekend I'm going in search of a job. I have four presses to contact. Tonight I'll figure out my resume situation - probably at a bar since working in my room is difficult.

Getting down to business.

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I'm having trouble sitting down and reading. There is an endless parade of books I'm attempting to get through, but it is difficult to actually finish a damn chapter. Maybe because the reading is heavy, or maybe because I'm out of practice - I'm finding myself drifting into space and what I encounter there is only adding the the fastness of my heartbeat.

I don't think my heart has slowed down to a simple pace (day-wise) for five days now. However...something about the pounding in my chest lets me know I'm alive - constantly on edge. Is that a good thing? Will this be my existence til December...somehow my answer is yes, and I'm okay with that. There is much to do, and so it goes.

My emotions are raw right now, and I cannot accurately decipher where it is they are headed. I need to keep this chronicle going - at the right time, things will smooth out. Until then...

Patience.

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