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22

I'm big now, bigger than 21. Now that I'm big I hope I'm a wiser person by the time I'm 23. 

Today we started off at the Imperial War Museum (Mom, I ate almost all the reeses you sent me by 9:30 AM. I ate them on the way to our field trip). I really like learning about the World Wars, but along with the Holocaust exhibit, they made me wish that it wasn't my birthday. Or that humans didn't celebrate birthdays because there are too many bad things have happened to people or are happening now to people for birthday joys to justify themselves. 

Then I came home and saw the best digital birthday card I've ever received, from Nan and a lot of the people I love most in the world, and read through a bunch of love emails from the Daddy and the Mama (and the Amylyn and the Bdot and the Seth and the Courtney and the Cass and the Shelly and the Aunt Brynne and lots of lovely people I'M SORRY IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN MENTIONED I STILL APPRECIATE YOU (Brynnie I loved skyping you today) does anyone even read this blog? jk mom I know you do) and I couldn't stop smiling or crying.

We tried to go see Woman in Black tonight (because a haunted play in London before Halloween sounds like the best thing) but it was sold out, so we went to Contagion, and now I'm afraid of germs. ME. Afraid of germs (Brady will appreciate that, I still don't believe that socks have to match each other so maybe that will cancel out any germ progress) (AND I don't think it'll last, it's already wearing off. Don't get me wrong though, I have good hygiene. I shower every day. Oh except I also have lice, guys. LICE).
Happy birthday again Dad. I love you.

to the very best one

It's his birthday, everyone! And we love each other so much that our cake lit all the way on fire last year. 
Miss you Daddyo, you are my favorite, and I'm the luckiest.  

football

sorry  I'm so cute n clever. 

from eve

complete with my hippie braid from mika chika.

how the copper beach tree blowes like a marryigoirondu

We were assigned to group up and create a collaborative play project that involved art, words, and community. I'm actually jealous of the group who came up with the Buddy idea, but I like some of the notes we got back from this thing. I'm glad we didn't do it at BYU.

this is what it looked like

!!!frieze art fair!!!

Since Peter is the best professor (ever), he got us all tickets to the Frieze this weekend, a huge modern art fair. The biggest names in contemporary galleries all flock to one crowded mess of a market and exchange lots art for lots of monies (enough monies to solve world hunger). It completely trashed the gift concept of art making, seeing all of it being tossed around like it's best purpose was to match someone's living room couch. It was slightly disillusioning, but then I wonder if without these buyers and this market cushion artists would have the ability to do what they do. Hopefully they would have the drive and sense of purpose regardless. You know? Many questions in the head.
Regardless, I loved seeing the art. Oodles of interesting things. I was excited that there were so many paintings, people are often talking about painting being this dying and archaic thing, but it isn't true. It still has the power to be innovative and fresh. So many artists are still painting.

I took these with a lens baby on my camera, of some of my favorite pieces. Maybe a foolish day for playing around with that thing.  I'm sorry for the blurr. Stupid. Anyway, here are a couple of favorites:

Eleanor Moreton 

Helena Almeida - A Onda, photography/performance

Sadie Coles Gallery (artist is skipping my mind...)