Hi kids. Today I started doing the weekly newsletter for the Bonners. Being an ass, I filled it with my usual threats of doom and signed it "Adriana". Having been raised in Fucking Nowhere, Ohio, surrounded by heathers and emilys and bubbas, I never had any reason to be insecure in my identity. I was almost under the impression that I was the only Adriana in existence, until I met Adri. Now, this year there is another Adriana not only ON MY CAMPUS but IN THE BONNER PROGRAM, a freshman. And this other Adriana wrote to Donna (my boss) with the following:
I think we need to be more specific about which Adriana is going to be
enforcing a reign of terror upon the Bonner email list.
Love, "the other" Adriana
To which I replied:
How horrible! It's begun! After a lifetime of never being confused for anyone else, you've come to upturn my empire. I will say when reviewing applications for new Bonners I made VERY clear my reluctance to accept a new Adriana into the fold. "Either her or me!" I said to the other people who were unable to think of a clever excuse not to have to review applications. At which point it was made clear to me that all along they had been intending to replace me with another Adriana but the application to kick me out of the program had been lost in the mail. They had all sorts of pathetic excuses like "this one wont beat us" and "this one doesn't have that foul stench" and "this one is literate."
But you have a point. We SHOULD distinguish ourselves from one another. From now on I shall be Adriana the Greater and you shall be Adriana the Lesser, or in Latin, Adriana Major and Adriana Minor. Or perhaps I shall just be Adriana the Magnificent and you can be simply Adriana. Or, as I have expressed to Donna, your appearance has caused me to try and formulate a new name for myself, and I might simply go by "Chickie" as "Chickie" Ferguson has a nice ring to it. But I would prefer it if you would change your first name to something else like Bob, or Ferdinand, or Frank. I'm rather partial to Frank.
I'm very serious, I really do want to change my name to Chickie. Doesn't it sound nice? Chickie, Chickie, Chickie, say it out loud and you'll see.
The New Sketchbook: The color sketchbook is coming along nicely, I'm adding at least three images a day and by this weekend I except to be satisfied that I'll have enough to cull down to 50 pages worth of material.
Poison Novel: I'm also writing a book, participating in nanowrimo.org! There are many different types of histories, some that follow eras (Byzantine, Modern, post-Modern, Victorian, Bronze Age) and -isms (communism, fascism, egalitarianism) and others that follow -acies (monarchies, democracies, theocracies). But I also think it's useful to think of History in terms of the individual. An I thought it might be interesting to write a history for a time period that hasn't happened yet in the form of an autobiography. The book takes place in the same universe as Mechanism and is the autobiography of Artemisia. At the age of 13 she begins to exhale a poisonous gas that kills pretty much anyone except her. The condition is irreversible and always ultimately fatal. So she basically lives in this quarantined apartment and wrote this book to kill time. I guess the book is about her life and how she copes with it but it also describes the culture that she lives both in and outside of. It's very hard for me to describe! But if you'd like to read an except you can find it...
Here in doc format: http://very-very.info/poison/poisonexcerpt.doc
And here in rtf format: http://very-very.info/poison/poisonexcerpt.rtf
Although they share the same name and appearance, I don't think there's very much in common between the Artemisia that's mafia affiliated and the Mechanism version, the biggest correlation being that in my mind, they're the same people in different situations and time periods.