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radfrac_archive_fullAnd now it turns out I am in an art show in Vancouver. Well, LePig is. I am half of LePig's Watson, or rather part of its Conan Doyle. ( ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chromemagpie -- do you want to be Conan or Doyle?)
LePig applied for the Vancouver Pride art show -- theme "Gender Twist" -- back in May, and never heard back about whether the project had been accepted.
Today, I received the emailed poster for the show from one of the organizers, an excellent photographer whom I know a bit from Vancouver. I emailed back saying "Ah, too bad, I guess we're not in the show." Thinking fair enough, our application was fairly disorganized (for example, completely devoid of final text), but that it might be nice to go see it anyway.
Then I get two emails back -- one from the photographer saying "What are you talking about? You are so in it," and one from an organizer asking for my phone number.
LePig is, of course, delighted by the opportunity, though just a tick frantic about how to now produce the actual piece in time for July 30.
Can anyone recommend a good printshop? Heh.
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revised list of odd things:
On Thursday, the root canal. Went remarkably smoothly. No pain or swelling. On the whole: hurrah.
On Saturday, the reading. Lovely. Two hurrahs. Also sunstroke. Harrumph.
On Sunday, pride. Pleasant. One and a half hurrahs.
On Monday, meeting with prof: brief but productive. hurr. Re-registered for school, hurrah to the power of Me.
Monday night, odd puffiness begins. hmm.
Monday through Thursday: consulting health practitioners about puffiness. As yet inconclusive: puffiness unabated. Harrumph.
The Mister cancels visit for upcoming weekend. No beerfest, alas.* harrumph.
I find out I am in an art show and didn't know it. Hurrah. I have to actually produce the work. Hhhkkgkgggkkgh.
chromemagpie -- do you want to be Conan or Doyle?)LePig applied for the Vancouver Pride art show -- theme "Gender Twist" -- back in May, and never heard back about whether the project had been accepted.
Today, I received the emailed poster for the show from one of the organizers, an excellent photographer whom I know a bit from Vancouver. I emailed back saying "Ah, too bad, I guess we're not in the show." Thinking fair enough, our application was fairly disorganized (for example, completely devoid of final text), but that it might be nice to go see it anyway.
Then I get two emails back -- one from the photographer saying "What are you talking about? You are so in it," and one from an organizer asking for my phone number.
LePig is, of course, delighted by the opportunity, though just a tick frantic about how to now produce the actual piece in time for July 30.
Can anyone recommend a good printshop? Heh.
{rf}
revised list of odd things:
On Thursday, the root canal. Went remarkably smoothly. No pain or swelling. On the whole: hurrah.
On Saturday, the reading. Lovely. Two hurrahs. Also sunstroke. Harrumph.
On Sunday, pride. Pleasant. One and a half hurrahs.
On Monday, meeting with prof: brief but productive. hurr. Re-registered for school, hurrah to the power of Me.
Monday night, odd puffiness begins. hmm.
Monday through Thursday: consulting health practitioners about puffiness. As yet inconclusive: puffiness unabated. Harrumph.
The Mister cancels visit for upcoming weekend. No beerfest, alas.* harrumph.
I find out I am in an art show and didn't know it. Hurrah. I have to actually produce the work. Hhhkkgkgggkkgh.
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Date: 2007-07-13 02:01 am (UTC)For art reproductions, there's always Island Blue. They seem to have a number of archival-quality media choices to print on.