My good friend Mary

Has made me rethink my blogging practices--or my lack of said same. I haven't been very good about writing lately, but it's time to re-commit and make the following declaration (largely to myself, as no one really reads my blog): I intend to write every day for a week. See where it takes me. It may take me nowhere; I may discover a new talent & interest in writing and blogging.

So here goes, for Saturday, June 30, 2007. I have some news to report: I just got a new job that I start on Monday. It's at PICA, Portland Institute for Contemporary Art. It's a very cool organization that puts on an annual arts festival, TBA. It stands for Time Based Art but is punny for To Be Announced. Check out the website for PICA and for TBA at www.pica.org. I'm super excited to be involved and I'm looking forward to learning more and more about contemporary performance art than I ever thought possible.

And in other, more personal news, I'm getting married in August. Taya and I are deep in the midst of planning right now, but right now, it's mostly details. The big pieces are in place, like the catering and the reception site and the location. Now the big decisions are what color the lanterns should be (I vote for white. They'll be red.) But the wedding thing is really interesting and would take several long blog entries even to address at a superficial level. Suffice to say at this point that Taya and I both entered into planning knowing that we wouldn't have a ton of money, so we decided to 1. keep the guest list down, 2. Do a lot of the decorating ourselves, and 3. Use friends and family for help and support whenever possible. I think it's worked out just fine to cut corners and costs but still put on a beautiful and fun party. Who needs to spend so much diniro? Especially when there are houses to buy and babies to have.

My good friend Mary Kreta is probably satisfied as of now with what I've written. If you aren't, Mary, well, I'll be back tomorrow. Maybe even later on today, depending on whether the inspiration strikes me.