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02/14/2006: "But I *am* an artist...no, seriously!"
I was introduced to another faculty candidate today and he too said something like "oh, the famous Elise Tomlinson, I visited your website on moving to Juneau"...etc. So, perhaps my Alaskan FAQ thing will be my only (incredibly small) claim to fame. As we started discussing his research options on our campus he mentioned he didn't realize I worked for the university... that he thought i was "an artist". I said "BUT I AM AN ARTIST!".
It's one of those things...ya know. You get introduced at a party and the first thing someone asks is "what do you do?". Well, I do lots of things, but I guess they aren't interested in my musical saw abilities or that I can tie 15 kinds of knots (kinky!)...the question is understood to mean "what do you do for a living?" i.e. "to make money". My first thought is always "I'm an artist"...but I stop myself because I feel like saying that would be somehow disingenuous since I don't make enough income on my art alone to buy...well, toothpaste for example(...at least not the name-brand stuff).
Remember back when I said I programmed my TIVO to record all the shows with the keyword "artist"? I had *no* idea how many programs there would be...not just movies, but reality shows, sitcoms, dramas...so many I had to cancel the option. I guess society is a bit in love with artists, or the idea of them anyway. Just for a comparison I programmed in the key word "librarian" and so far, not a single episode of anything has recorded. So, no wonder right?