Sametime 104 Art Show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please come join us celebrate 2009's Sametime 104 art collaboration!

Where: Virginia Commonwealth University Student Commons: The Student Art Gallery
907 Floyd Av. Richmond Va 23284

When:
Opening reception : March 26, 2010 6:00-9:00
March 22 - April 2 (the show will be up )

http://sametime207.blogspot.com/

12.31.09

Amber: car ride up to JMU, SO pretty!

Ben: The music played, and the record turned and turned; there was only a few hours more before taking to the road and looking to the future.

Morgan: Sitting at the gate on a plane for 2 hours due to maintenance issues.
Taken by Erica Cofer

Rachel: Arbys; I wonder if my sister planned to come through the drive-thru at the perfect time on the last day of 1:04... or if it was just fate. Either way, it's touchingly appropriate to end this year-long experiment with my job and my family; two topics that seemed to have graced most of my photographs over 2009. It's been quite an experience, quite a journey, and a wonderful way to reflect on the day-to-day happenings of four individuals. Tomorrow begins the next phase and the next year of our experiment. Can't wait.

12.30.09

Amber: yea so what.

Ben: Above head, one story higher, up a flight of stairs and down the long, bruised wooden corridor Jake lay. He's in a bedridden comatose, his body in a curled ball, and his arms drawn in tightly. Sounds of moaning come from the door. He's whimpering like a child in pain, calling out, "Water...I need water." I hear the cry and climb the stairs, carefully negotiating the stained wood, where small knots are and visible signs of age too. I imagine the possibility of stomach pyrotechnics, and so I ready myself, like a soldier before battle, tightening my jaw and then taking sustaining gulps. "Water," he cried out; it was like watching and hearing a wounded soldier-mate, with outstretched arms, pleading to be pulled from the wreckage. I got him his water. And then bombs came again.

Morgan: Movie time.

Rachel: Laurie came all the way from Kansas to go hiking boot shopping.

12.29.09

Amber: Looking for keys, and cleaning up a little from the night before.

Ben: Haiku of the day:

"Where's the mechanic?"

"He's off some wheres, maybe lunch.

"He'll be back. Please sit."

Morgan: The Whiskey Rebels by David Liss.

Rachel: Arbys; Cleaning.

12.28.09

Amber: Work lunch

Ben: The old man writes: "With surfboard tucked under my arm, I made my lone walk to the beach...Standing in the swash zone, I contemplated the breaking surf and paddled route to the serene position beyond the churning, collapsing crest to trough, foam spitting waves."

Morgan: Cellular phone.

Rachel: Arbys; Suada plus roasted chicken. Slice, weigh, portion, repeat.

12.27.09

Amber: Mom-o-, shopping for food is a wonderful thing

Ben: It is Christmas, round-two; and as "the old man" opens his gift, wrapped keenly in folded "Times" columns and strips, I say: I hope you like it; it's Joyce. You like Joyce, correct? Yes, of course; who doesn't? "The old man" looks up, and he's smiling. Thank you, he says. And I beam a bit, and then say: You're welcome; but really, I hope you get to read it. And I know it's a bit long--and I'm then cut off; my brother chimes in. "A book club in hell meet on a tuesday morning, and Shirley asks the bunch, 'Now ladies, what should we read next?' And one, Sarah maybe, raises her hand and says, 'Why not Ulysses?' And the ladies, around the table, surrounded by tortured souls and fire and demons and pointed tails and pitchforks, laugh. Shirley says then, 'Ulysses, that'll take two eternities.'" And we all, "The old man" included, laughed.

Morgan: Lunch with my cousin, Dan, and his family.

Rachel: Arbys; After a nice five day break from the fast food world, it's back to sneaking M & Ms between orders.

12.26.09

Amber: This is the second time I have been in this store in Nelson County VA, at one oh four in the afternoon, and I have only been there three times in my life.

Ben: With a cup of coffee in hand, book too, I sat back and watched the crowd of people usher in and then out of the shop, one after another, and then another, and so on.  They had their bags, their husbands, wives, children, and grandchildren in tote too.  They carried, also, faces of joy and spirit, faces that gushed contentment and warmth, reddening their cheeks and noses.  "So it goes," I thought, and then took a sip of the coffee I had, from the cup I had, and then opened the book I had.  I too, I knew, had red cheeks and nose.

Morgan: Which car will be in the Mystery Hot Wheels? This one!

Rachel: Shopping for those post-Christmas sales.