Just call me Alice.

Like from the Brady Bunch.

I have officially started my summer job as the housekeeper for this crazy family I am somehow related too. It is rather interesting.

Or at least I think it is.

For instance, today I chauffeured young Master T around to the dentist and a training session for his job. Then I organized the linen closet and looked online at the Container Store website for some different options. I sat in traffic while construction workers fixed a road that didn't need fixing. I was going to pick up dry cleaning. When I got to the dry cleaners, I started thinking about housewives and maids and whether or not I looked like one. Nah, probably I look like some body's daughter. Then I drove home and gathered the mail, straightened up the kitchen, threw some laundry in, wondered if I needed a uniform, looked at the Gap website for possible "uniform" outfits, applied for some jobs, emailed some pals, and now am writing this.

It should be rather fun this summer since I like to be in charge of silly projects and make little lists and figure out problems like what kind of boxes will look good in the laundry room.

I also have gym time worked into my contract and cannot be terminated until August 22nd.

Uh, oh...The boss lady's coming home. Gotta go!

Endings and beginnings are sometimes troublesome.

The school year is officially over in the two districts I sub for. In a week, I start working for my parents and believe me this is not going to be some cushy slacker summer.

No.
They mean business.

And with my money dwindling and a dead digital camera, the possibility of income seems nice. I have projects that I am working on that will have to wait to be posted up here. I'm also listening to the new Coldplay album A LOT. It is different, good and makes me feel a bit melancholy, which I like. This blah mood is fitting for today since in a while I must go to a farewell party for a dear friend. She is going home to Korea and I will miss her. I will also have to visit her. Not much else, will write more later.

I'm down to two cameras.

Well, my digital camera broke somehow. I went to my Mom's school today to take photos for a Dad's Day project and the screen of my camera looks like a Dali painting and not in a good way. Of course I searched my "important files" box and don't have the receipt. I have everything but, so I must save up to buy a new camera. I guess this means I need to spend more time with my Polaroid camera or dig out the 35mm camera in my closet. Or, perhaps this is a sign to finally invest in the Holga camera I've been eyeing.

Upcoming projects.

camera walks
black and white photos of skateboarders at a skate park
Holga camera
Polaroid close ups
newsprint messes
collages
exploring the work of Diane Arbus, Man Ray, and others
not working or worrying about school stuff
really, REALLY cleaning out my closet
another foreign film fest
having a ball and laughing like crazy

I just need a reminder, now and then.

Scorpio - June 4, 2008Don't worry about not being on the right path, dear Scorpio, because you are. You seem to be always in the right place at the right time and there is no need to feel regret or shame about things that have happened in the past. Turn negative experiences into lessons for a better future. Even though you may not be able to change a certain situation, you can at least change your reaction to the situation.

Sometimes, I get insecure about stuff. Especially when I'm tired and have been working too hard or I don't feel well. I worry, I overthink. Does anyone else do this? What is my constant need for perfection for myself? As an artist, I like the mistakes, messes and unpredicatability of the work. But as a human, I get scared sometimes. I guess I just have to work a little each day on accepting myself and relaxing with the flaws.

Rob Brezsny's Horoscope.

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): Please join me in a boycott of horoscope columns and astrology books that insinuate all Scorpios are cruel, perverted, power-mad jealousy freaks. Let's refuse to read those propagandists until they cease and desist from brainwashing the masses into directing bigotry toward your tribe. It's true that there are some less-evolved Scorpios who speed up their cars to run over small animals and treat romance as a game in which there can be only one winner. But do we demonize all scientists simply because a few mad physicists created weapons of mass destruction? Of course not. I hereby proclaim June to be Scorpio Pride Month -- a time to celebrate your winning qualities, especially your unparalleled skill at helping to activate the dormant potentials of people you care about. Promise me you'll do that even more intensely than usual.