i'm weirdly attuned to smells these days. i'm in love with the smell of wood smoke, which is abundant, and clean laundry that smells of sun. i'm living with a lot of uncertainty and dog hair, waiting for my new vacuum cleaner bags to come. loving how little packages just appear on the doorstep.
i haven't started writing again yet. anna suggested waiting until we talk in january. then we can come up with a plan and a schedule. it would be luxurious to take the month off, really off. i could use it. but...i'm very goal-oriented and not sure if it's possible to change that about myself. i've been redoing my craft/work room. i have such a wonderful opportunity here, to start anew. i mean, i'll finish what i've started at school, but there's no real bar to creating whatever kind of life i choose. my ability to do and be what i want is limited only by me. whoa.
i guess i'll keep working on my film project, but something about it doesn't stir me. but i am excited by orphan films and photographs. new media studies, and old media studies, the whole analog, lo-fi, diy thing. the prospect of media archaeology.
and then, i'm also drawn back to my old love, before i got into all this dissertation crap: spinning. some of the new spinning techniques and yarn are so thrilling. fiber farming affords that unique combo of farming+craft that i seem to crave. plus, then i can photograph it all. it's a thought, anyway. i'ma pull out my wheel and scare up some fleece.