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[16 Jan 2008|06:14pm] |
Might work at Mother's Market, as a personal artist's assistant, a kid's drawing teacher, or at a craft gallery. Summer offers an urban gardening job in LA. Bought a woodburner, and rachel is giving me a typewriter (hooray!). i still struggle with the thought of sticking around for a while, though my friends here are beyond wonderful...
spent the last few days reliving high school frolicking with rachel, exploring the desert, and being fed French wine and cheese by justine in her beautiful womb of a room. painting party tonight with steve lance!
All these things flooding my mmindd and making my eyes blink with swampy bath water just spilling over into their lower lids. Almost too much, seeing triple images everywhere. i want to make a comic about all the ridiculous things in my life:
-4x4 trucks on 4 foot tall wheels with spiky-haired, sunglassed drivers looking badass
-airforce bases turned into shopping complexes, lined with palm trees as if they could mask the desolation and excess all at once
-long-bearded men hiding away in the canyons, helicopters dropping buckets of green goop into the "closed" forest above
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[22 May 2007|12:40pm] |
spent the weekend in a gorgeous remote cabin in the catskill mtns with 20 people and paint and a hot tub,
the next week will be all packing up and playing,
hopefully wine touring and fishing and swimming and drinking around fires,
and i also really want to play a giant game of kickball.
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[30 Apr 2007|05:58pm] |
i am shocked to the point of resignation that this is my LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL EVER
(at least probably ever. we'll see about that). no more classes, no more papers, no more keggers. well, maybe still keggers.
my family + rachel comes to visit for graduation and i'm psyched as hell. it's going to be beautiful and i will be drunk, camping, dancing, or any combination of the three for a whole week up until then.
Friday is Slope Day!! T.I.(?) and TV on the Radio are coming. The night before I will be seeing Brightblack Morninglight too. This is going to be a good week once I finish finals.
I just bought Gang Green and Bikini Kill LP's from the record store in town; Ben bought some !!! and Firehose. 80's punk on vinyl can make for a kickass day.
either way, i vacillate between a slight anxiousness and utter euphoria. things are looking up is all i have to say.
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[20 Apr 2007|04:19pm] |
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happy holidays, campers!
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[09 Mar 2007|12:39pm] |
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Then:
-drove two hours to see Of Montreal play and jump around like dandies in a satanist pop circus. and for only a paltry $5 fee!
-didn't submit to the Public Journal because i'm starting to think it might be crap
Now:
-doing a sketch for a mural (on a visible public wall, let's hope) of a nude with an octopus attacking her face. now i need a naked boy to strip for me, and it will be done.
-stencils make life fun. and illegal.
Soon:
-figuring out summer (and beyond) plans, and deciding whether i should: 1) stay in Ithaca, bake bread for money, and sleep on couches, or 2) work on a farm on the French Riviera.
-a large part of my homework this weekend consists of browsing Youtube. wtf.
-Dragon Day looms, and i am absolutely desperate for spring to get here.
-New Orleans or bust! Wild out spring break 2007!
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[19 Dec 2006|05:01am] |
the semester is over and i can finally take a deep breath of peppercorn and eucalyptus california air. for the first time i feel like i can reconcile my two homes now, taking things back from one and applying them to the other harmoniously.
today i looked through a couple big boxes full of family photographs, some recent and some dating back to the 1950's. They were all so beautiful and weird and different... there were some of my grandma and grandpa when they first bought a house together, my mom and aunt playing as little girls and then later on as beautiful, long-legged young women... my parents' wedding, my brother as a white-haired little boy, camping trips by the lake with my whole family, and skiing trips where we all consistently wore ridiculous neon snowpants...
they sound ordinary, but seeing snapshots of individual moments and moods and personalities within these larger events make them extraordinary.
there were some great ones of my grandfather, as a young man in the czech republic, very handsome and tall in his trenchcoat and hat, posing like a pro right on the streets. i cried spontaneously upon seeing these. strange, i never even cried much when he died, and he was right there in front of me then, crumpled up like a leaf in winter. i think maybe sometimes it's harder to see someone die when you knew them at a time when they were younger and so much more full of life. it seems unfair that that vitality is taken away, and so slowly and quietly.
i think i might do a series of paintings and/or drawings based on some of these photos. maybe they won't mean anything to anyone but me, but i suppose that's all that really matters.
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[04 Dec 2006|05:30am] |
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it's official, i'll be home from december 15th until january 3rd. then i'm off to drive to New Orleans for a couple weeks to help out with reconstruction and such. wish us luck, and pray that i don't die in a hideous car crash or from some awful mold infesting my bronchial tubes.
joshua tree, anyone? i hear the bighorn sheep are mating this time of year.
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[15 Oct 2006|03:59pm] |
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People are so important and wonderful to me.
You've got to hold on to them. But only long enough
for them to remember they're part of the Family,
the whole lot of you on an upward slope,
trails barely detectable
and never understood.
And then you must let go,
and press on,
taking care to look up and see those
tender totems of commonality.
That special Pause, see the raw center of each other and yourselves, and press on.
Raw and heaving and brilliant
and yielding.
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[20 Sep 2006|11:44pm] |
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What is this here?
And they sucked in his skin
like it was cotton.
A bellyful of brightness where
we can set off
tiny metal fires.
I love that cave of death,
with machinations of spindly weeds
and sweet arrogance you can press into
and smell deep.
An endless goblin fascination,
look at what you appear to be.
Hear the shrieking slaughter of
lint machines, churning
on and on and
into groggy dawn from night.
Know the perfect face, and how
we traipse through the day
like it was nothing, with
fingers like the tentacles
of an inane bubble sea.
The small spaces in us
breathe heavier,
lumps in the throats of
transparent bedrooms, watch him
cock his head to clear the sweat
from between us.
What is good taste if not
an artful evasion
for the sick of self.
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[11 Sep 2006|02:47pm] |
so i decided against the kitchen floor update. instead, things that i have become unabashedly addicted to recently:
-wegman's bulk candy (especially the gross, cheap kind like swedish fish)
-fancy beer
-unfancy wine
-india ink (that shit does anything you want, as long as you've got some medium to put it onto)
-miso soup with fish (yes, i eat fish now. gasp! what a bad hippie i have become.)
-cigarettes (though i try to roll my own, so that more effort is needed to actually commit the heinous act)
-ass-kicking boots
-taking naked pictures (i leave you to judge who is the subject of said photos)
-my three-year old ipod (it's been a trouper, that one, even though the mere mention of the "i" word makes me shudder)
-planning magnificently elaborate vacations/camping trips that usually involve consumption of drugs.
-taking pictures of the sky (i know, it's lame, right? the sky is such a fucking boring thing to photograph. but god do i love it.)
-taking pictures of things outside REALLY close up.
c'est tout. (mais aussi, finalement: essayant de parler en des langues etranger)
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[06 Sep 2006|05:22pm] |
things i did this week that i like to tell people about:
-built a brick wall, with mortar an' shit
-picked mushrooms in the forest, and then cooked and ate some of them
-read another Sin City
-drank approximately 14 gallons worth of milkshakes
-watched Hedwig
-complained to everyone i know about the new Facebook
-fell hardcore in like
-avoided my homework
-sassed to my heart's content
and the week's only halfway over! hooray.
next week, i'll tell you all about the weird things that i find on my kitchen floor! stay tuned!
(or not.)
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[18 Jul 2006|07:37pm] |
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We should shine a light on, a light on.
And the book of right-on is right on.
it was right on.
I killed my dinner
with karate -
kick 'em in the face,
taste the body;
shallow work
is the work that I do.
Do you want to sit
at my table?
My fighting fame is fabled
and fortune finds me fit
and able.
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[06 Jul 2006|11:58pm] |
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blanket of chenille, the fortress that shields my inner canthus from its dewy fate.
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[27 Jun 2006|10:25pm] |
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but it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to. it didn't turn out quite the way that you wanted it.
did it?
(it did).
(it did!).
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[21 Jun 2006|01:10pm] |
oh my god i think i'm going to dieeeeee
last night i dreamt that i stepped on someone's chest and then woke up feeling like someone had stepped on mine. it hurts to breathe. i'm afraid to go to the doctor.
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| future czech beer snob |
[10 Jun 2006|02:42pm] |
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i have just bought enough booze to last me through next winter.
what's your beverage of choice?
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