I practice talking sometimes.

It's a little funny that way: I've worked over the air before, but I have such little confidence in my voice. I stutter. My lips or teeth or jaw have always felt awkward, and I'd even seen a speech therapist when I was young. The braces didn't help, and the full implications of "JAW SURGERY" hit me all at once about a month before it was supposed to happen. I'm also first-generation Canadian, and my parents have never been great with English. I don't know if that's why I took to music and drawing and literature and Math so eagerly.

I've always had a thing for expression, for communication. Anyone who knows me will also know I have a crush on Math for that very reason--among others.

I love that, in Math, any aspect of life or any thought can be modeled using these strange symbols and even stranger rules, both of which can be taught to anyone; ideas can be communicated, proven, or disproven, and even improved upon by any number of people also seeking to find the most perfect expressions.

It's a whole community devoted to perfect universal truths.

... Hehe!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

I look most like a man when I get out of the shower.

Nobody gets to see me at my manliest. Sheesh!


I recently drew an awesome picture of the naked female form (shown on the right). It's oil pastel on blue construction paper. If you have a dA acccount, you can also view it here.

My good friend, Jupiter Kid, just got back from a trip to Montreal; and he took a great picture of the skyline. He's lending me a print of it so I can reproduce with oil pastels on construction paper (same style as I used for the above pic). Woots!

That's about it for now. I'm tired, mostly; which isn't uncommon. Maybe later, I'll upload the drawing to this blog.

Cheers,
--Charissa

Posted by Charlie at 11:24 PM

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