I have a thyroid condition…stick with me, this will make sense. I have been on the same medication for, oh more than a decade. I knew I’m supposed to take it first thing in the morning. I later come to learn it should be taken on an empty stomach. Then I learned you should wait 30 minutes before eating anything (to which my Italian Zia told me she sets an alarm, wakes up takes her medication, then goes back to sleep until she’s able to eat. As much as I hate the stereotypes, food is a big part of our culture). So, I’m not good with routine or following rules. I would often forget to take my pill, remember sometime mid-morning taking after I’ve eaten breakfast or before lunch, taken it with coffee instead of water (wait, “no eating” also includes no coffee? Yes, you’re doing it wrong.) There are emotional repercussions to not taking care of your thyroid properly. There are also emotional conditions that inhibit you from taking care of your physical self. As not to overshare, let’s say I am on a “wellness path”. And on this new path I learned YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO EAT FOR AN HOUR AFTER TAKING THIS DAMN PILL…AND…YOU NEED TO REMAIN UPRIGHT AFTER TAKING IT! (Thanks for that hack Zia, you played yourself.)
So a New Years Resolution “Wellness Path”: Take the damn thyroid pill the correct f’n way. An hour? In my head I can here Stimpy (of Ren and Stimpy) saying “but what’ll we do till then?” It turns out we read.
I finished this collection of essays on art and sexuality. Since I was already 55 pages in, I’m counting from the remainder of the book. It was so long ago (almost 3 years) since I had read those pages, that I placed my bookmark back where I found it and might read backwards to the beginning at a later point in this challenge. There’s so much in this book. So many artists and theorists. It wouldn’t be fair to give a book report type review. I had chosen this book initially as a means of articulating how my art operates within this larger dialogue. I am no longer in thesis writing mode, so I didn’t underline. highlight, or annotate anything. I just let it enter my brain and rattle around a bit and what sticks will stick and it will probably become gooey while I’m making my work in the studio. One term I have always grappled with personally is “queer”. When I moved into my studio, an artist adjacent to me asked if I were queer after seeing my work. I explained how I feel hesitant to label myself as that, not out of shame, but because I live I fairly heteronormative life. I am a cisgendered straight woman in an exclusively monogamous relationship with a cisgendered straight man. [But even now as I type this, to use the would “straight” seems odd, because I certainly don’t want to imply that the other is deviant of straight.] I’ve also read a critique calling out white feminists as the only people co-opting this term “queer”. The last thing I want to be is part of the problem. I don’t want to occupy spaces when I have not faced the same kind of persecution from society. And at the same time, I totally understand how my ART is queer.
I liked the idea of writing a compilation of books read like what Sollantra said they used to do. I’m going to include my ongoing tally as a blocked quote at the end of each entry.
Sexuality: Documents of Contemporary Art, Edited By Amelia Jones: 170 pages read
A Working Theory of Love, By Scott Hutchins: 69 pages so far
Astrophysics for People in a Hurry, By Neil deGrasse Tyson: 10 minutes of the audiobook so far. Not sure if I will stick with it, but it’s read by the author which is a great plus!