IlluminedCraft

So for my final presentation for The Intersections of Art and Science, I'm working on bioart, most specifically with performance/experiential artists that make use of biotechnology. The concentration is on prosthetics right now, as it has the most tangible, practical applications in the blurred lines of art and science, but I ran across some transgenic work today that is wonderfully controversial and just plain fun (And this is what science and art are about, right? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! AMIRITE OR AMIRITE? 8DDD)

Except, crap, I think I've ended up promising a project. WTF do I do, you ask?

I have no idea. Right now, I'm just bulking up my report and doing some research in what materials I can actually get my hands on (I swear, I will move to Canada if I have to. 8|)

... /too busy being giddy to give more details.

So, yeah, my school schedule got scrapped like a used cadaver. I ended up with Gen Chem/Biochem, Chem lab, From Frankenstein to Einstein: A History of Science from the 19th century to Today, an art history class dubbed something like "Intersections of Art and Science", and one of those little P.E. classes, this one in target shooting.

The art history prof is FREAKING INSANE. And has only 3 science majors in her class, including me (one chem, one bio--so I split the difference. XD::, and makes it her mission to... man, I don't even know. She makes it clear this is Not Our Domain. And sometimes implies that "Science" continually rapes "Art" in some cosmic injustice. She's giving the chem an ulcer, and the bio just... stopped coming except for tests. I'm probably insane myself for continuing to make an effort from the corner full of 3 ring binders and graphing calculators we nerdos huddle in during each lecture. w/e. I made friends with a self-proclaimed "Post-the-effing-post-modern" painter, and she's going to let me use her GLITTER CANNON! Yes, those things EXIST! And have a purpose! ... I think. Who cares?!

And, yes, I said target shooting. Yes, they let me have a gun. In fact, Dad, out of the blue and in a suspiciously weird way, was all psyched to give me my very own handgun for "person protection" or... something. It's a 1904 6 shot .32 revolver that's actually really beautiful. It even has this art nouveau pattern on the black grips. And is substantial in weight for its caliber. And the boys are convinced they will end up in a box before this is all over. Such wimps. XD

Back on the semi-academic front, I have a prof wanting my completed resume to put in for biochem internships this fall in THE VIROLOGY DEPARTMENT!!!! Playing with GENES AND PROTEINS! TO MAKE MEDICINE!!! Whoo! I'm also trying to work up the nerve to apply to the light biophysics team the prof I am hopelessly teacher crushing over leads. Because, nanomedicine with tiny crystals and fields of light! It's like wrapping oneself's in the sumptuous velvet of the night sky to dream among the pinprick twinkle of far brethren stars.

... I'm a dork. Yes.

I hate myself. Obviously?

No, but I've had little fun time, though I have to make get away/recharge periods because otherwise The Crazy just takes over. I have a couple of projects that are poking at me, plus I want to start sketching my tattoo.

There's things I need to take pictures of, especially these picture books Mummsie and I are working on for the Wee One.

But this month is NaNo. Have I mentioned I hate myself?

Also, next semester is the next level of general chemistry, physics 211, and French III. And I HAVE to find a lab so I can start my senior project this summer (probably in botanical biomedicine or mitchondrial processes, both most likely based in genetic engineering, for which my arch-conservative metis father will disown me ).

... Wait... Oh, there goes our beach holiday. Nice.

Chemistry, Biological Mechanisms: these two classes alone are eating 2/3 of my credit hour load. And I really couldn't be happier.

I do have to admit, though, I'm amused by the fact switching to, well, a straight science major--just biology right now, but could be biomed or biophysics soon--actually has me itching to do creative work.

Though it sounds awfully.... something of me to consider the doodles of monsters eating my equations I leave in the margins of my lab notes to be "creative work." Oh, maybe I meant the craft projects. And there's some banners I need to finish. And a ton of icons.

Still, making this jump with college feels... really liberating. And very much me. In fact, I have not felt this much like myself in quite a long time.

Whether this is a good or bad thing, I guess we'll have to find out. ~_^

So I swear at some point I will actually use this account.

At some point.

I have things to take pictures of and upload: clothes, mostly. But, of course, guess who fails at pictures?

Exactly.

At this rate, the blue Lucrecia dress will be the first thing up. XD Er, wait, second thing because I'm sharing my new lappy wallpaper.

It takes a lot for me to be even marginally proud of something I make. Really.