ahhh.

I went into the studio on Friday after teaching and pulled my whole Valentine's exchange edition, plus 12 for sale/friends. HUZZAH. It took about 2.5 hours total, which is testament to the nature of screen (although I think that, excluding setup I can pull about that many lithos in 3 hours). Felt very good, too. I love being in there when no one else is. I used to work in the printshop every Friday and Saturday night! It was great--I could listen to music, sing, use all the presses, not have to worry about other people's mess.

On the fire are fairytales and folksongs, prints and habitats and things made of wood, ribbon and lace and ladylike graces, picnic and birds and checkered cloth. Spring and all. Even though it is nine degrees here right now.

I walked to the grocery store tonight and brought my ipod. Walking home I was smiling because it feels good to walk and it was a good song and a very tall young man was walking (I feel like the poem "Kore" by R. Creeley right now) and surprise, in my hoity-toity part of the city, he smiled at me, too. It was nice to have communion with a stranger. Especially with five pounds of oranges in my right hand and all sorts of other good things in my left. And the promise of a whole workings night ahead, having finished grading this afternoon.

Much to come in the next week or so.