What's rising and converging - crazy dreams

As luck would have it, the two major "events" of my spring happen to fall within a day or two of each other - May 6 and May 8.  I knew this when I signed up for the Wilflower tri, but I decided that I didn't want my students' exam performance to dictate my personal goals.  So, I will be pushing myself on Sunday, and then on Tuesday, I will keep my fingers crossed that my students push themselves and perform well on their exams.  Fun times.  I do work with a motivated and intelligent group of kids, so most of them won't slack off.
Still, if I could have planned it, I would have at least spaced the dates apart by about a week just to give myself some breathing room.  This would be particularly nice as I've started to have weird stress dreams about BOTH!  Last night, for example, I totally had a crazy dream about Wildflower.  I won't go into great detail, but it involved most of my bike and my backpack getting stolen while in what I thought was the transition area.  Seriously - they didn't take the entire bike, just parts of it.  I found the other parts littering the transition area (which wasn't really the Wildflower transition area, but somehow it was to my subconscious).  So, I ended up finding some pieces and thought that I could 'race' but I didn't start until 3:00 pm!  Bizarre, I know.
As for my students' performance, apparently I do have some low-grade (or higher) anxiety there too since I had a dream that several of my best students decided not to take the exam because they were going to try out for American Idol.  Now, this is a show that I have never even watched, but it has embedded itself in my psyche?!
I suppose both of the dates are nearing, and, for both of them, I have dedicated much time and energy.  Ultimately, with both of them, luck plays a large role, so it's a 'wait-and-see' game for a while.  And lots of crazy dreams, it seems!
Speaking of dreams, I'll leave you with this image by Remedios Varo:

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Don't be deceived thinking that there is no connection between this painting and my crazy dreams - the title is, after all, "Woman Walking out of the Psychoanalyst".

Friday night adventures: "In Wonderland"

Despite the fact that we did not celebrate the big V-day for a variety of reasons (nice use of double "v" there), such as grading quizzes and someone taking an art class and two people not really seeing each other that day, our Friday night more than made up for an overblown, commercialized and fabricated tribute to love and romance.  Can you tell how I feel about the whole day?  I certainly don't mean to be a total cynic, but I'm skeptical.  Not about chocolate, wine and flowers, but people (corporations - oh, wait, corporations ARE people now thanks to the US Supreme Court ruling) telling that I'm either supposed to give them or receive them on a certain day.

Back to last night which was not, fortunately, a forced romantic holiday.  It was, however, Friday and the perfect reason to venture out of our usual local haunts.  We braved crowds and traffic and found our way to LACMA (LA County Museum of Art).  My parents gave us a membership for Christmas this year, and this was the first moment that we could to take advantage of our new membership status.  One major advantage of the membership is that we can spend as much or as little time as we want.  Last night, our main purpose was to see the exhibit "In Wonderland: The Surrealist Adventures of Women Artists in Mexico and the United States". And see it we did!  I thought that it might be packed like the Tim Burton exhibit we saw over the summer, but fortunately it was super calm and we could take our time and really enjoy the art we saw (or enjoy the art that we liked).  It was well organized - great information and well laid-out.  I definitely liked some of the art but not all of it, which seems pretty standard.  I was, however, excited that they had quite a few works by Remedios Varo.  She's a Spanish painter who left the "madre patria" after Franco took over in '39.  I saw an extensive exhibit of her work when I was in Mexico City back in 94 (long time ago!).
These were two of the works on exhibit - the first one is called "Creation of the Birds" and the second is "Woman Leaving Psychoanalyst".  I like to imagine that she is carrying the head of the analyst, or of her father?!

There were plenty of paintings by Frida and some other women artists.  The photographs by Lee Miller, who was Man Ray's assistant but became an accomplished photographer on her own, were pretty great too.

This, however, was not my favorite:

Don't even ask me what this is...

After that exhibit, we also spent some time wandering around the California Design exhibit which we both loved, of course.  It is strange because I certainly still feel like an interloper here in Southern CA, someone who is just visiting (for a few years), and this exhibit perhaps reminded me why I feel like a visitor in such a glamorous place in terms of the "American experience".  I don't think that I'm expressing this very well, but so much in the exhibit was familiar from movies and my sense of America in the 40's, 50's and 60's, but this is certainly not a reality that I've ever personally lived, I've just experienced it through film and TV.  So, that brings me back to California.  Some of my favorite items from the exhibit - the Airstreamer and a nice little surfboard. Both are so Californian!

By the time we wandered through these two exhibits, museum headache had started to take hold (or it was a hunger headache), and we decided to leave in search of food.  Our first choice, Plan A, was way too busy at 7:30 pm on a Friday night.  The second choice, Chi Dynasty in Los Feliz, was pretty slammed but they had a few two-tops, so we sat down with no problems.  It was quite fun to be back at Chi Dynasty - it literally had been years or at least a year and a half since our last visit.  What I like about Chi, in addition to their food, is that they also make great drinks.  I had a St. Germaine cocktail that was awesome.  The dining experience as a whole was not amazing, mainly because there was a table of loud, shrill girls (heavily-made-up 20-somethings) sitting next to us, and their conversation made my ear hurt.  But the food hit the spot, and it was good for us to leave our usual restaurant haunts!

Sad to say, by the time we arrived home, I was ready for bed - apparently  an exciting night on the town for us ends at 9:00 pm!