Installations, Acquisitions and too much Strongbow

Studying at George Eastman House is going well. I finally made it through my first week of classes and now it's on to my first weekend of homework. If I could get a job there when I graduate, you better believe I'll take it and never leave. That's pretty much the only incentive I have to stay in Rochester. Otherwise, it's go where the jobs are.

I helped with the installation of the Lucha Libre exhibition that is opening next week. Mostly I installed hardware on the frames, but I got to use power tools. We all know that power tools are fun. Reckless fun. But of course, I used them responsibly.

I'm also working on helping to write up the acquisitions report for the October meeting. It involves mostly research on photographers and making write ups which explain why we acquired the work, who they are...that stuff. I'd love to give more into the inner workings of a museum, but most is confidential. So, I'm limited to little bits here and there that make little to no sense to anyone.

I like working with TMS, it's an easy interface. And the search queries require some imagination, of which I have a high supply. Yeah... I'm the geek that finds cataloguing and registration exciting. What a gripping life I do lead.

Actually, today I drove with Tess to Toronto. Where I proceed to have too much Strongbow. Now I have a tummy ache. But I blame it more on the amount of Tim Hortons consumed than Strongbow.

I didn't realize how much I missed Toronto. It was fun to be back for a bit despite the rain. But even a few months away I know it's not my place anymore. My friends aren't there and I'm technically homeless when I go. Rochester is my home now and I should try harder at settling in. My room is a disaster. More like a sea of plastic bags of trash, dirty clothing and little random belongings on every table top.

I really should settle in. It's been a while since I've stayed put more than 9 months. I'm a little tired of moving everywhere. It seems as though every time I finally move in, I have to pack up and leave. Since about 17 it's been like that. 16 if you want to count the fact that for 3 months out of the year I lived out of a duffel bag and slept on a bunk that smelled like mildew--those times I miss.

So, hopefully I'll get some stability as I catch a few hours of sleep before I get back to job hunting.