Here we are, I found the link for donating rice from vocabulary in bookmarks, finally. Curse those hidden folders within folders.
For every word you get right, the sponsors at the bottom of the page donate the money for twenty grains of rice that are distributed by the United Nations World Food Program. Some of the words are awkward and not-quite-right on the site dictionary-definition wise, (for instance, they connected crinoline to pinafore as a definition, among other slightly-off-things) but all around the site works rather well. Not only does the time spent help feed others, your vocabulary broadens itself.
Working on a several murals a friend of mine talked me into, regreting it already. I find myself empathizing with Michelangelo when the poor sod was stuck painting that ceiling, because after a few hours it’s …really fucking uncomfortable. I’m not directly painting the ceiling, mind, just two large scene panels above a door and two unfortunately high walls. (To be clear, I refused to paint any ceilings long, long ago) Did I mention the apartment is about a hundred and fourty-some odd years old? Hence the very high ceilings, I don’t want to contemplate the ladder I’ve been having to use. I’ve a fear of heights and I wish the ladder was bolted to the floor. My God, I’d swear the air was thinner up there. I mean shit, if A. gets a chair and has a 6ft person stand on it, he still couldn’t change the lightbulb in the kitchen, the chandelier-thingie dangles high overhead. Damn old apartments. It looks nice and they got a good price for renting, though. One of the panels and one of the walls are going to be scenes from photos he took from London of castles, (minus the people, railings and lampposts, which are modern) and I had to extend the castle walls farther than the photo provided because the panel was longer than I’d thought and as it turns out, he didn’t want border. He also wants a different sky, which is a nice idea, because he took it on a cloudless day and that would look awkward, with so much negative empty space. Trying to talk him into a thunderstorm or a night sky, but he’s aiming for a sunset. I tried to tell him paint isn’t going to be cheap (I also informed him I wasn’t, under any circumstances, supplying the paint) but I don’t think he quite gets the idea of exactly how expensive the materials are going to be. He also forgot to pick me up yesterday so I could get the backround washes done on one of the panels. Going to have to figure out some kind of schedule, he keeps forgetting me.
