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Thursday, April 29, 2004
Cheese Wax! Coming soon to a grocery store near you!
Eureka! I have found the solution to an age-old problem: how to listen in boring classes without completely losing my mind! (A common problem in this insitution *Sigh*)
The last time we went shopping, my husband and I picked up a little bag of tiny, individually wrapped cheeses, each with its own little layer of red wax. I don't know what kind of cheese it is, since the package refuses to say anything but 'Babybel,' but it's pretty tasty. Accordingly, on Tuesday I threw several wheels in my backpack for snacks during my Tuesday/Thursday 9:15-1:30 class marathon. During my last class, which is pleasant but moves terribly slowly, I amused myself by molding the wax out of its original shape and into something roughly resembling ill-favored pancakes. I followed this up by making a seal in the wax with my engagement ring, and observing that while this worked satisfactorily, it failed to take the impression of a dime very well. This Thursday I repeated the cheese-throwing procedure with a few extra wheels tossed in for my husband, resulting in even more wax. This time I decided to move in the direction of sculpture. I produced a rather convincing rose (complete with leaves and thorns), and Anthony created another (which he proceeded to give to me in a very touching moment on which I will not elaborate so as not to produce gags). I was so not bored that I retained the wax and intend to take it to class tomorrow. Maybe I'll work on a tulip. Or even a tree. Next week I could move on to human figures; maybe I'll use my profs as models. By the time I get out of here I'll have earned a degree in art.
One more excuse to love cheese. :-)
Eureka! I have found the solution to an age-old problem: how to listen in boring classes without completely losing my mind! (A common problem in this insitution *Sigh*)
The last time we went shopping, my husband and I picked up a little bag of tiny, individually wrapped cheeses, each with its own little layer of red wax. I don't know what kind of cheese it is, since the package refuses to say anything but 'Babybel,' but it's pretty tasty. Accordingly, on Tuesday I threw several wheels in my backpack for snacks during my Tuesday/Thursday 9:15-1:30 class marathon. During my last class, which is pleasant but moves terribly slowly, I amused myself by molding the wax out of its original shape and into something roughly resembling ill-favored pancakes. I followed this up by making a seal in the wax with my engagement ring, and observing that while this worked satisfactorily, it failed to take the impression of a dime very well. This Thursday I repeated the cheese-throwing procedure with a few extra wheels tossed in for my husband, resulting in even more wax. This time I decided to move in the direction of sculpture. I produced a rather convincing rose (complete with leaves and thorns), and Anthony created another (which he proceeded to give to me in a very touching moment on which I will not elaborate so as not to produce gags). I was so not bored that I retained the wax and intend to take it to class tomorrow. Maybe I'll work on a tulip. Or even a tree. Next week I could move on to human figures; maybe I'll use my profs as models. By the time I get out of here I'll have earned a degree in art.
One more excuse to love cheese. :-)