After having worked on my thesis for three years, read almost every possible thing about Janet Cardiff and George Bures Miller, interviewed dozens of people they have worked with, seen/experienced lots of their art, attempted to contact them for an interview via Claudia Altman-Siegal (several conversations with her, no response from them), I get a comment on my last post from a mysterious “George.”
His email has “cardiff” in it. “uleth” is in it too – and I know that Cardiff at least taught classes at University of Lethbridge (and you know, I’m pretty sure I tried to track down an email that way). There is a “ca” at the end – Canada, right? And he said, Is there a way we can contact you off-blog? (we= Cardiff and Miller?)
Would that not be a strange twist of fate? That I blog about my thesis and one of the artists I am blogging about finds me?
Perhaps too soon to tell. His url led to a networking site – so possible that “he” is just a automatically-generated spam trying to convince me he is a bone fide person, with his comments about Deadwood… It’s a little hard to tell sometimes, who’s real and who’s not.
I’ve had a long day – worked, bought four baby slings, voted, had lasagna at a friend’s house whose daughter is about to go around the world, attended a school board meeting, and then watched an unaired pilot of Gilmore Girls. Dinner was especially fun, since I got to share my pictures from our six-week trip to Asia from a couple years ago. I enjoyed remembering and sharing about Angkor Wat – and Ko Pi Pi. That was a fabulous trip. They are first going to Thailand for nine weeks. They are flying into Bangkok this Sunday. I told them I would hook them up with Sue – Sue? What do you think – can they crash at your place at least that first night?
New thesis schedule: two chapters are largely rewritten, conclusion done by Thanksgiving and the intro by the new year. If I get the whole draft rewritten by January 1, my fiance promises me an all-expense paid trip to San Francisco. And you know how well bribes work on me. (Yes, I once memorized the entirety of Phillippians for $1000.)