Various Artifacts Found in Crystal’s Bedroom

Lot 001. Framed photograph of Crystal and her friends wearing 8 different college tshirts correspond

Object

This small class jar is decorated with a delightful floral pattern, sure to endear itself to whoever

Broken Items that I Refuse to Let Die, or Presents I’ve Received Over the Years

Here are some of my favorite gifts and collections from the past few years.  In making a list of me

 

Various Artifacts Found in Crystal’s Bedroom

December 7, 2012 in Uncategorized

Lot 001. Framed photograph of Crystal and her friends wearing 8 different college tshirts corresponding to the different colleges they would be attending. Taken in August 2012. Sits on Crystal’s desk.

 

Lot 002. Antique jewelry bought in the last few years. Includes pearl necklace, pearl-and-garnet ring, and silver bracelet. Links on bracelet are coming loose. Ring is adjustable to size.

 

Lot 003. Daily Makeup. (Pictured from left) includes Victoria’s Secret gold shimmer eyeshadow, E.l.f. black liquid eyeliner, Ulta 4-pack eyeshadow palette (with taupe, golden brown, dark brown, and black, though golden brown is nearly empty), N.Y.C. liner pencil in jet black, Dior Show mascara in jet black, and a slanted eyeshadow brush.

 

Lot 004. Empty pill bottles. Found on Crystal’s dresser.

 

   

Lot 005. Hand-sewn elephant pillow. Made by Crystal in the summer of 2011 when she thought she was going to die of boredom. One side is navy pattern with pink felt ear. Opposite side is pink pattern with navy felt ear. Sits on Crystal’s bookshelf, unless she finds the time to make her bed, in which case it sits on her bed.

 

Lot 006. Disposable wooden spoon from Anthropologie. Given to Crystal by a friend in the winter of 2011 because they “felt weird to eat with”.  Has been taped to the wall next to her bed since then.

 

Lot 007. Halloween Card given to Crystal by a friend in late September 2012. Message on front reads “Holy Sheet”. Message inside card reads “it’s halloween!” Message from friend reads: “hehehe….I feel like you’ll either really love or really hate this card but I thought it was funny! I hope you’re having a fun and safe and studious junior year so far!! I miss you, I need to come up and visit and meet Nick! Okay bye love you! –Your favorite Baltimore resident.”

 

Lot 008. Dreamcatcher. Given to Crystal by a friend in the fall of 2011. Red and blue beads and blue feathers. Sits above the head of Crystal’s bed. Some feathers have fallen off.

 

Lot 009. Postcard from London featuring Buckingham Palace. Given to Crystal by a friend studying abroad in England in the fall of 2012.

 

 

Object

November 28, 2012 in Experiment #6-Object Lessons

This small class jar is decorated with a delightful floral pattern, sure to endear itself to whoever is lucky enough to own it. The top is closed with a waterproof rubber stopper, (slight age deterioration and loss of elasticity) which would make it great for storing pantry goods like flour or sugar. The wire  clasp ensures ease for opening and closure, you won’t have to struggle or call in your stronger gripped spouse to open up this jar! The label on the jar indicates that it is an Arc International jar, a much beloved and trusted French glass ware company.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arc_Interna…) You can look forward to that reliable European craftsmanship. At present it contains a series of maudlin love letters posted from Edinburgh to Brisbane that are of no interest to anyone.
Only serious buyers need inquire. Prince negotiable.

Broken Items that I Refuse to Let Die, or Presents I’ve Received Over the Years

November 27, 2012 in Experiment #6-Object Lessons

Here are some of my favorite gifts and collections from the past few years.  In making a list of meaningful presents I’ve received, I have realized that I reliably break and lose shit.  In fact, this is only an abridged list of things that have been lost or broken over the years, as some things are too lost or broken to ever be photographed.  But these presents remain important to me:

The Taquitos Pillar – This pillar in my apartment is a monument to all the Taquitos that have been consumed by my current and past roommates over the last two years.  The wall began in the Fall Semester of 2011, though this is not the full collection – some boxes were confused for garbage somehow and up to five of the originals have been lost, never to be recovered.  These were not exactly gifts, but one of my suitemates from last year would save Taquito boxes and slide them under my door if I was not present for their consumption (This includes the red Steak Taqutios box that I would never partake of).

Andy Boots – These are a hand-me-down from a friend back home, given to me in near perfect condition.  They have since been through two different soles and are clearly on the brink of death, having lost their original architectural integrity.

Cat Measuring Cups – These were a birthday present this summer for my first kitchen.  Tails and paws have been lost, but the set still lives on to ccasionally measure stuff.

Tumblers – This is a gift I gave to my roommate.  Picture shows a set of eight, though it began this semester as a set of ten.  Two have been broken on two separate occasions, both by me (one was dropped in the sink and one was accidentally punted).  The set is still very much in use, though I don’t go near it anymore.

My Favorite Mug (this is not my picture but it is the same mug) – I was given this same Conan mug probably around the age of twelve by one of my brothers.  I used to watch the show every night at 12:30, occasionally even watching a repeat episode at 3:30.  Since there’s an age limit on attending a Conan show, all my siblings went and brought me back this mug.  Freshmen year of college, the handle was broken by me.  I glued it back together with Gorilla glue and it lived on for two more years.  After a horrific and unforgettable incident with a dead stinkbug last year before my London Stories final, the mug has been temporarily retired.  I think someday I’ll buy one of his TBS mugs.
Leather Jacket – This was my jacket for much of last year, though an inexplicable hole to the left armpit put it out of commission.  It was fixed once and then memorably ripped in the same exact spot when I bent over to tie my shoe before a midnight finals week trip to the Carlisle Diner where  I ordered their Sausage Biscuits over Gravy  dish (or maybe it’s Sausage Gravy over Biscuits) for the first and last time.  The hole was fixed for the second time last week, though the wound threatens to reopen.

 

Lion Earrings – This is one of the best presents I’ve ever received from my friend in the winter of 2009.  I wore them every day for two months.  One night, a pair of earmuffs dislocated the back from the  left earring, never to be found again.  My friend and I spent over an hour outside with my RA’s outrageously ineffective wind-up flashlight in the freezing winter trying to find it.  We think it’ll turn up on the ground at some distant reunion years from now.  I later bought a replacement on eBay, so I have three lion earrings now.  The two on the left are worn reguarly – the middle lion was the original right earring received Christmas of 2009.

Looking back and looking forward

November 19, 2012 in Experiment #6-Object Lessons

Dear Sister,

These are the shirts I wanted to get you  for your birthday,

But I got you this instead. Remember? We had great discussion about one of our  favorite authors, and the transformation of her text from marriage to zombies.

Looking forward to the holidays, I stepped back to remember last year’s festivities. I made these pies, and arranged them on the kitchen counter during Thanksgiving last year. Our sister was sad, from a fight she had earlier that day with her boyfriend, so we cheered her up.

 

Soon we will be getting ready for this year’s dinner. I’ll make the salad,

Dad will pick the wine.

The mood will be set.
I’m sorry I won’t be seeing you this year for Thanksgiving, but I’m excited to see the rest of our family in a few days. I know you have a long trip though, so don’t forget to strap everybody in for a safe trip!

Love, your Sister

Adam Object lessons

November 19, 2012 in Experiment #6-Object Lessons

This is the sun that we looked at together when I first entered the world. It is the source of my vitality and I hold it up for the world to see, world within worlds, light within light. A symbol of our friendship. I am older now and stronger, but the light within never changes and never grows old. It will outlast the sun.

The moon is not so different from the sun, two sides of the same circle. How many nights and days have we shared together? I remember the mystery of the universe, the eternal rotation, all things coming together. Strange dreams, prophetic visions, who am I, and did that guy actually walk up there? I hope you don’t think we are arrogant or our dreams rise too high?

Can clouds be an object? Can a man be an object? My head is always in the sky with you, sometimes I feel like I don’t belong here. Is dusk more beautiful than dawn, and is there really a difference? If nature is a cycle which never ends and humanity is a part of nature than humanity is a failed cycle, a broken circle, a dull reflection of the eternal principle.

This is the cross where I grew up in Sewanee, I think I used to live there. How cliche, how symbolic and unnatural! I’ve spent a lot of time here in the past, looked at it as I drove to class, it passed by too fast and rhymes and pictures, objects and nature, all seem to vanish when I think of you. They can’t contain even myself, but maybe I need to be limited or maybe a life without limitation is too terrifying and so I have to try and remember. I have to know where I am, where I’ve been, and where I’m going. I can’t get lost or fade into the night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Letter, To You.

November 19, 2012 in Experiment #6-Object Lessons

Dear Jessica,

This is the light you didn’t believe I bought at Walmart. Which you then made me feel bad for buying at Walmart. This is the light that turned on when the room was too bright and we only wanted to speak in the dim. Tinker Bell was a third party in our conversation that night, observing our strength in friendship.

 

This is the sign that you noticed in the middle of the street, that you didn’t want either of us to walk past without acknowledging. We stopped and stared at its beauty for twenty minutes and I even remember the way your eyes squinted as you rescued its memory into your cellphone. Before encountering this sign we sat in a field, and listened. To everything and anything that touched our sphere of grass–the leaves sparkling like droplets of fall, the sky booming in its permanence, and the wind comforting anything that feared.

 

This is the watch you admired, as I admired you. Your interest in something so small but with so much to tell. And you weren’t looking at this object for the time, but to rather have a time. A time of observation, following an expression. To you this was speaking something that thundered in truth, and radiated in its necessity for meditation.

 

And this is my shoe that you will later think of immediately when reminiscing about my room. You commented upon its apparent ‘comfinesss’ each time we entered and every time we left. Except you never said it out loud, I just knew.

 

And this is the face we ardently tried to have wear my green mask. It basically told us ‘it wasn’t it’s style,’ as after twenty attempts (at this point both of us on the floor laughing in waves of hysterical bliss) it still wouldn’t fit upon it’s eyes. You  then asked me where I bought this piece of art, and I replied with my first expression to you of my love for the magical land of Marthas Vineyard.

 

And lastly my friend, the watercolors. The water colors we spent hours in our respective settings thinking about how much we needed to use together. To continue painting with the light, wherever we walk together on this earth.

 

With warmth and love,

Your forever friend

Important Artifacts of (What I consider) a Fuctional Relationship

November 19, 2012 in Experiment #6-Object Lessons

I am taking a page out of Shapton’s book (not literally!) and documenting my relationship through objects. But unlike Lenore and Harold’s, my relationship is not caustic. Therefore I have consciously not assigned prices to these objects because they are currently invaluable to me, and one doesn’t even exist anymore. Hopefully this won’t destroy my boyfriend’s street cred.

These were the cups of frozen yogurt we talked over the night before I left to come up and start my senior year at Dickinson. This frozen yogurt place has since become a favorite date option when I am back at home.

This was a package I received from my boyfriend during the first week of classes. It was a doodled-on Chinese food box with 30 hershey kisses inside. I ate one a day for a month. To be explained with following image.
 This is the note that accompanied the hershey kisses, explaining that there were 30 kisses in the box so he could give me a kiss every day until he came up to visit me at Dickinson in a month.
This bear was a present from my boyfriend when I popped home for a weekend spontaneously before SPX. The bear has been named waffles due to our affinity toward breakfast food. He is subject to a lot of cuddling, aka strangling, as I try to fall asleep.
I made this lasagna from a recipe written in Italian, given to me by my host family from Bologna. I made it for dinner the first time my boyfriend came up to visit me. It received rave reviews.

 

 

 

 

 

Experiment #6: Stapler

November 19, 2012 in Experiment #6-Object Lessons, Uncategorized

Johnny carefully filed away the papers into one single stack, measuring each up and placing them underneath the stapler. The simple machine’s buck teeth bit down hard onto the papers and released a single staple, bringing the items together in one neat pile. The handle was well-worn from use, befitting Johnny’s job as a file clerk and storage manager. Everything kept neatly together, everything in their own individual pile. Johnny carefully cleaned his teeth with his finger before opening up the stapler, making sure that it hadn’t run out, so that it could keep working. The slide holding the staples in place slid back and forth as he opened up the top and closed it repeatedly. He closed the stapler, happy that it was sufficiently loaded with staples, and placed another stack of papers between its metallic teeth, preparing to slam down his hand on top of it and release another staple to bind the papers together.

Finders, Keepers

November 19, 2012 in Experiment #6-Object Lessons

A collection of lost and/or forgotten objects that I’ve found and appropriated as my own. If you are the original owner of an item pictured here, ask very nicely and maybe I’ll give it back.

A green kickball: I found this in the bushes in the Lower Quads my sophomore year, marked with initials MES. I hung a single poster in the HUB depicting the word “FOUND”, my contact information, and a green circle with the letters MES inside. After a week or two had passed and nobody claimed the ball, I added the letters SY to obscure the original ownership.

 

A ceramic lamp: This lamp was left in attic of the Russian House when I moved in there my sophomore year. I used it for that entire year, and put it back in the attic before I left to study abroad in Moscow. Upon returning to Dickinson for the spring of my junior year, the lamp was still in the Russian House attic, so I took it to the Feminist Collective where I live now. One day I was feeling turbulent, so I wrote “turbulence” all over it in Sharpie. My lei see from the year of the Rabbit (2011) is clothespinned to the lampshade.

 

A knit GAP hat: Left at the Feminist Collective house earlier this semester after a party. I have a feeling it belongs to my roommate’s girlfriend who was visiting campus that weekend. I have been wearing it for the past few weeks, but will give it to him to return to her when he goes to see her over Thanksgiving break.

 

An “Our Dickinson” mason jar mug: At the Caf spring feast of 2012, these mugs were take-away prizes placed on the tables in the Caf. I rightfully obtained one, but later lost it and was very bummed out! The next weekend I went to a party in a really disgustingly dirty suite, where they had dozens upon dozens of dirty dishes lying around. This mug was among them, and I figured no one would notice if I just took it. It has since become my favorite mug, and I can often be spotted carrying it around.

 

A pair of animal print Victoria’s Secret panties: These must’ve been left behind in one of the HUB laundry machines, cause they ended up in my clean laundry. Luckily, they are cute and my size.

 

A small bottle of Juicy Couture perfume: Left behind by a customer at Tres Amigos, the Mexican restaurant that I worked at in Austin.

 

A Poketo pocket umbrella: This had been lying around the Feminist Collective house for a while. When my  umbrella broke earlier this semester, I started using it.

 

An elastic grip headband: Found on the floor of the Kline Center during my junior year.

 

A deck of hot pink Bicycle playing cards: I can’t remember where I found these, but I’ve had them since my freshman year.

 

A twisted silver rose ring: Left at Landis House, where I work on campus, for weeks. My manager told me I could just take it.

 

A pair of black matte Rayban sunglasses: Left behind by a customer at Scarpetta, the Italian restaurant I worked at this summer in New York City.

 

A tube of Aveda Nourish-Mint lipgloss: Left behind by a customer at Scarpetta, the Italian restaurant I worked at this summer in New York City.

 

A maroon cashmere Uniglo sweater, men’s size medium: I inexplicably found this in my bed in my Atwater dormroom freshman year. Perhaps my roommate had a guest over? It is slightly moth-eaten in some places.

Object Lesson: Skillet

November 18, 2012 in Experiment #6-Object Lessons

When I was little, my dad (Arnie) made breakfast for my mom and me on Sunday mornings. As I grew older, he taught my how to make everything from omelettes to turkey sausages in our small cast iron skillet, which is now scratched and faded with years of use.

Price: $75.50