Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Unfinished Phoenix

Working on it now. If you're interested in purchasing it, look for it soon on my Etsy site. My goal for the summer is one artwork per week. And off we go! =)

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Another Epic Fail

Okay, so this is NOT me on the bike. I tried to find a different image, but this worked because it's an epic fail and hilarious and my story involves my bike.

A year ago I got a used bike from a friend who sells bikes. I was with my (then) boyfriend (now fiance) who used to be a sponsored cyclist. I trusted them when I got the bike, considering they know about bikes and I... well... don't.

Ride 1: First ride around the neighborhood. Distance: less than a mile. Up hill # 1. Good so far. Stephen was with me and we ran into a neighbor of his... he gets to talking and I head down the big hill. Good so far. I head back UP the big hill #2 and my back tire falls off halfway up. Stephen is still talking, I'm slightly hurt with a broken bike on the side of the road. I get tire back on and continue.

Ride 2: Bike to grocery store and other stores. Distance: 5 miles. No problems other than the incredible amount of grease getting all over my pants. It seems like A LOT of grease. I ask Stephen if it's normal, he says it's fine. Okay.

Ride 3: Bike to Stephen's house in less than an hour. Distance: 14 miles. No problems. I now trust my bike. This, unfortunately, is a poor decision.

Ride 4: Bike to Stephen's house in less than my previous time. Distance 14 miles. Halfway through, as I'm making INCREDIBLE time, the chain breaks and rolls off the back of the bike. Stephen has to come get me. We get the chain 'fixed'. I now am beginning to hate the bike.

I didn't ride the bike for a long time because... well... I wasn't too fond of it at this point... it's wheel-falling-off-greasy-chain-breakery had put a foul rusty taste in my mouth... that of sucking on a copper pipe.

Then, this past weekend I decided, oh hell, I need to exercise so I'll ride to Stephen's place.

Ride 5: Bike to Stephen's place from my new apartment. Distance: 19 miles. I'm not racing myself, but 1 mile into it my chain pops off the bike. I fix it, getting my hands all GREASETASTIC in the process and continue. Then, it seems like smooth sailing when I come around a corner and a BASTARDLY VERIZON truck is blocking the path. I'd been in a high gear and had to completely stop before I could downshift. I gingerly walk my bike over the curb and then try to get going again on the flat ground and SNAP my chain rolls off the back of the bike. Once again, Stephen had to come get me.

We took the bike back and within a couple hours, our friend had hooked me up with a used bike that had almost never been riden. It's so purdy and red and I can't wait to kick some trail a** now!

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Weekend of Awesome

One week left until the joyous summer arrives! How exciting!

That being said, this weekend was fantastic. It started a little bit busy because Friday was graduation BUTTTTTT Saturday Stephen and I woke up early, ate breakfast and then headed to Clarendon where I got to see my first street bike race!!!

Stephen used to do these, so he was able to tell me all about them. It was awesome because it's both exciting and FREE! He said he thinks I'd kick A** at it. I think he's right, so maybe this summer I'll practice. Who knows? Maybe I can get a new hobby!

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Paint Questions

Student to me, "What kind of paint is this?"

Student hands cup of paint to me. I can't tell by look, but acrylic and tempera have distinct smells, so I pick up the cup of paint and sniff it.

Another student in the room says... "She's smelling the paint!"

I look to her and say, "Explains a lot, huh?"


Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Erin McGann- Goals for the Summer

1. Eat more salad. Really great stuff. Probably this will end up with me drinking more beer instead but hey, whatev!

2. ACTUALLY DO Power90 Extreme. I tried to do this last summer, but I'm one of those people who- once motivation is lost, it is GONE. Power90 turned into Power9 and then turned into Couch Potato60.

3. Read more books. I am re-entering this interesting world of words. Every few years I get on a reading kick and I'm in one now... unfortunately I'm the slowest reader on the planet. No seriously. I read about one page every 5-10 minutes. I have 100 page books that I've only gotten half way through after 2 months, so I'll probably only finish 2 books over the summer if I'm lucky. Sidenote- Tests that included 2, or god forbid 3, pages of reading followed by questions were my WORST NIGHTMARE!

4. Paint one painting per week, or at least do some kind of art per week. I'm gonna need some models for this. Any volunteers?

5. Walk/Run and Bike to Stephe's house.

6. Take a trip somewhere. Anywhere really. Well... anywhere except Pittsburgh. I'd have to be bound, gagged and thrown into a trunk for that. KDR... no ideas please. ;)

7. Do Yoga EVERYDAY. Even if it's only 5 minutes worth of it.

8. Learn how to make myself invisible and/or fly.

9. Try to rockwall climb, at least once, even if I only get 10 feet off of the ground before becoming paralyzed by fear.

10. Climb to the top of Mt. Everest. Okay okay, so Stephe has already nixed this one. He says something about... bladdy blah blah, risk of death, blah blah, freezing cold 100mph wind... blah blah, you don't even know how to climb blah blah. Then I will say to him, "Um, yes I do. See number 9 for further questions." And if he still says no then I'll just find a low oxygen chamber and hang out for a few hours. Done and done.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


Today we found out that one of our students took his life over the weekend. It's sad, confusing and frustrating all at the same time. I didn't personally know who he was, but it's the second student in the last 4 years who has taken their life. Many of the students didn't know today, but word was traveling by the end of the day and tomorrow will most likely be harder for them than today was.

One student and I were discussing why suicide and what it means.

She said something I thought was very meaningful and thoughtful, after voicing that she didn't understand how someone could get to that point without reaching out. I told her that by that point some people don't want help. She said, "Well, we aren't supposed to decide when we go."

I agree. I can only pray that he can find some sort of peace whereever he is now.