...a postscript to yesterdays good news, today my film archiving job contract was extended another 3 months when I had been told that NO WAY would it be extended due to massive budget cuts. I love my ten hours a week in the archive, quiet, podcasting, beautiful ephemera and film and thinking thinking thinking. I scribble notes all day and make mind maps and connections. It's the mental, if not physical, equivalent of a bike ride - other generator of excellent ideas.
We were going to head out to Asheville for the long weekend but with a back-to-teething rashy baby and the Spain trip in T-minus 19 days, we figured we'd do some hiking and cleaning and playing and working instead. I got a hot tip on some good thriftin' in Burlington and I am going to go explore. I even splurged (like $20 splurged) on some windchimes - hear me out internet, windchimes are usually pretty terrible, I agree - but these called to me - driftwood, drilled and strung with glass petals of magenta and cyan and yellow that tinkle every now and again. They had me at magenta -a color of which, according to my yard decor, I am very fond. Did you know that color film stock from the 1960's and 70's was pretty unstable and many of the films I'm processing from that era are completely faded and only the magenta tones are left? Color film from the 1940's is so much better - clear and bright. The 60's is a big monotone wash. We have decided our band made up of Archives folks will be called "Faded to Magenta", as it's the one phrase I write 100 times a day.