Some summer so far

One of the best reasons to attend Scripps College is the chance to go to camp, an all-class invitation to return to Claremont, teach and learn from other alumnae, or just hang at the pool. It's like going back to college—the friends! the stories and laughs! the late-night shenanigans!— only there's no homework and very few rules.

My freshman-year roommate and I taught a workshop at the Scripps Press, where we learned typography a couple of decades ago and set type designed by Mister Goudy himself. Mind you, the institution, almost as old as the college itself, has moved up some notches in the school's estimation, as evidenced by the increasing number of Vandercooks at students' disposal as well as the larger environs in a proper art building instead of the tiny space tucked off the library. The kids these days even have air-conditioning, especially welcome on our days of 100 degrees.

My computer's in the shop so I'm posting this at the neighborhood bank and will post pictures when I get my lifeline back.

In the meantime, come see me at Em Space while I run gallery hours from noon to 4 p.m. tomorrow (that's Sunday, July 25). The easiest way to get there is to drive south on Water past OMSI, take a left at the first stop sign, then go straight (yes "straight") at the next. Ivon is the second street and if you turn left there's usually some parking on the block in front of the studio. If not, try the west side of the street.