So I am sitting in the Five Points Theater right now, seeing Sherlock Holmes for the third time and i feel like any second now Rob is going to slap me upside the head and tell me to pay attention or to drink my beer. When the beer next to me is horrid and I'd like to pretend it's not sitting there. This post is going to have a slew of typos as I am sitting in the theater and typing fast and barely looking at the keyboard.
Anyways, since I last posted I have come home and been home for about a week. My drive home was horrid. I left on Friday right after an exam instead of leaving Saturday and staying at Britt's for a night or so. I ended up driving through my blizzard on my way to South Carolina. Driving through it was a horrible idea. I wish I would be exaggerating when I say that I am shocked I made it alive. First, there was the weather. Snow and ice everywhere, and all of the cars. It was a nightmare. Second, I hadn't slept on three days. I was not only falling asleep at the wheel, but hallucinating. I spent a good twenty miles convinced the car in front of me was Frankenstein running away from me.
I got home last Saturday and just slept, I think. I can't really remember what I did in the next dew days besides Christmas shopping out the wazoo.
Jenn came home on Wednesday I think and that night we went to Square One, where I think I met my future husband. Although I didn't get his name or anything. He was an art dealer and an iPhone app developer. So he said. Jenn and I had a jolly time at Square One and hung out for a while after.
Thursday was Christmas Eve. I went to my dads and met Kathleen's entire family. My new step sister is like 40. The whole night was horrible. No one would talk to me. Every time I got settled in a room everyone would leave. My step sister's husband was a dick. And I got the ugliest Christmas gifts ever. My dad and Kathleen got everyone PJs to wear for Christmas and mine were hot pink with frogs. Seriously?! My dad and uncle Tim got blue plaid PJs. I want those. It was nice to have Tim and Peg there, since I haven't seen them in about eight years. Tim is hilarious and we have the same sense of humor so we get along well. It was fun to see him interact with the new family because they didn't know how to react to anything he would say. And he's always drunk, in a non-alcoholic way, so that's a plus.
Christmas day was very good, after I left my dads and got home. I got lots of clothes and books and gift arcs for Saks, Neiman Marcus, and Bloomingdales worth $1500 so I can do some damage with those. That night Corbett and I went to see Sherlock Holmes, my first time. It was amazing. And now, watching it for the third time, it's still amazing.
The day after Christmas we thought it would be a good idea to go shopping at the town center, and we were wrong. It was swamped. Worse than black Friday. I saw a bunch of people from EHS and just ran off and avoided talking to any of them, aside from Kristin Otterson.
That night Jenn and I went to Kickbacks and the old man that's always there came over and gave us out menus and it was hilarious and adorable. After Kickbacks we got ready to go to TSI, then went to Adams for a bit. We hung out around TSI, I peed in a alley behind a dumpster then we went inside. This was Saturday and it was dead. We were in the front dancing for a bit when Jenn got on stage to explore and found an ice cold, unopened 20oz PBR. Naturally I slipped it under my super stylish sweatshirt I was wearing an boogied off and we drank it in the bathroom. Good god I can't wait until I'm 21. We left TSI and went to the Casbah with Corbett for a bit, then to Shanty Town where not much was going on since it was about these in the morning.
Last night Jenn and I had dinner at Kickbacks where we saw MC and ge bought us dinner. Our dear Ron Burgundy rubbed my back lovingly while taking our orders, making me feel loved and safe with his adorable father-like presence. After we left Kickbacks we rode our bikes around Riverside and saw Sherlock Holmes. After getting coffee and bile lights and sitting at Starbucks for a while we went back to Kickbacks for dessert, then home.
Today I just ran errands, and had dinner with Rob at the Loop. Then we went to O'Brothers for some drinks before coming to the theater.
Time to actually watch the movie and drink this heinous beer. Woo.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
I lied, had to post this.
A few months ago my dad said something about my cousin Anna being on Project Runway, so I googled and whatnot, creeped her facebook, and didn't see anything about it, so I just figured it was just Steve getting confused. Again.
Then tonight I see on facebook that her status is "rumorz be true! it's time to unleash the wall after so much fear of spilled beans :)"
I am so excited for her. I think its odd that when we were younger we were close, but as much anymore. I haven't seen her in year due to family issues, but I recently noticed that she is a printmaker as well. Funny familial ties.
And now here she is on Project Runway. So excited for her.
On a similar yet unrelated note, I am still in the library. I think I started having a weird reaction to the combination of no sleep in days, no food, and too much Adderall in my system a few hours ago. I was typing my proposal for Loftus and my hands started shaking, I kept seeing bugs run across my keyboard and at one point I was convinced that my keyboard that curved. SO I took an hour nap on the couch and when I woke up I was fine. I had a weird dream that Melissa was on lookbook.nu, and she asked me to be her photographer. When I woke up she was sitting at the table and in my groggy, drunk-like waking up state I said all in one breath, "good morning I just had a dream you were on lookbook what time is it oh its only 2 am I have to study." She didn't say anything then told me that she applied for a lookbook.nu account just two days ago. I told her that she will be accepted because I am psychic and all my dreams come true. Ha. I wish.
Anyways, Ancient Greece exam in 5 hours. I really need to study. Point of this post: I am so excited for Anna. This is amazing.
Then tonight I see on facebook that her status is "rumorz be true! it's time to unleash the wall after so much fear of spilled beans :)"
I am so excited for her. I think its odd that when we were younger we were close, but as much anymore. I haven't seen her in year due to family issues, but I recently noticed that she is a printmaker as well. Funny familial ties.
And now here she is on Project Runway. So excited for her.
On a similar yet unrelated note, I am still in the library. I think I started having a weird reaction to the combination of no sleep in days, no food, and too much Adderall in my system a few hours ago. I was typing my proposal for Loftus and my hands started shaking, I kept seeing bugs run across my keyboard and at one point I was convinced that my keyboard that curved. SO I took an hour nap on the couch and when I woke up I was fine. I had a weird dream that Melissa was on lookbook.nu, and she asked me to be her photographer. When I woke up she was sitting at the table and in my groggy, drunk-like waking up state I said all in one breath, "good morning I just had a dream you were on lookbook what time is it oh its only 2 am I have to study." She didn't say anything then told me that she applied for a lookbook.nu account just two days ago. I told her that she will be accepted because I am psychic and all my dreams come true. Ha. I wish.
Anyways, Ancient Greece exam in 5 hours. I really need to study. Point of this post: I am so excited for Anna. This is amazing.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
When I die, I want to be Cremastered, Matthew Barney style
After my long post the other day about Dandi Wind, I feel the need to write two more like that. One on Emily Haines, and one on Matthew Barney. The one on Emily Haines will take forever because I will spend hours looking up images and watching videos and being jealous of her life.
The Matthew Barney post will take hours because I could write for years on him. I have this discussion a lot with people, but I don't think anyone fully understand my love for this man and his work. And it really doesn't hurt that he is basically gorgeous. Damn Bjork. She is quite lucky. The Cremaster Cycle book by Nancy Spector, the curator from the Guggenheim is possibly my prized possession. While working at Tenet over the summer I made a lot of large purchases, like a new Holga camera with all of the attachments and accessories, Blink 182 tickets, a flight to New York and masses of clothing, but the only wise purchase I made was buying this book. Who spends $300 on a book? Me, that's who.
I had to leave it at home since it is so damn heavy and huge. Plus the casing is delicate and I'd rather not mess it up. Thank go the Sweet Briar Library has a copy though. I have been living in the library for the last week or so, and there have been multiple times where I have wandered down into the stacks to get a book, but soon find myself sitting on the ground, pouring over this book. I just planned on this being a quick post, but of course that didn't happen, the second "Matthew Barney" was mentioned.
Apparently I am not the only one that is super excited about owning the book...
In the beginning of this semester, I was in John's class, getting ready to apply a huge map onto a birch panel. I was applying the paste with my hands, because that was just the easiest way, and it was fun. John walked past, giving me an odd look for sitting there like a five year old, covered in paste, smearing it around. I said, "I feel like Matthew Barney playing with his Vaseline." He said, "You know Matthew Barney?" surprised, because 99% of people my age do not, actually, not enough people know him, but they will. HE is already in art history texts. Anyways, I told him I did, and that he is my favorite artist, ever. He sat in silence a minute, just looking at me, and finally came out with, "you make more sense now that I know that Matthew Barney is your favorite artist." I am still not too sure ho to take that, since Matthew Barney's most well known work is seriously messed up. Amazing, once you understand the symbolism and the story lines, but its messed up.
On my TweetDeck, I keep a search column open for tweets regarding Matthew Barney (along with other people/things, I' not THAT much of a creeper), and Once, around last May, a woman tweeted "Am following some folks I found searching for Matthew Barney. This one chick has a mad crush on him... Yeah didn't follow her." You know you have issues when you see something like that and know immediately know it is you. I replied and now we are tight, via Twitter.
My favorites on Twitter have a good amount of Matthew Barney related tweets saved:
@VIKTORIA_LISBET: I'm wondering what Matthew Barney does with all of the Petroleum Jelly in the privacy of his own home. Perhaps there will be some clue.
@kgoreee: I would like Matthew Barney for my birthday. Someone make that happen. This tweet will be making its return in 133 short days
Perfection: @BrandonJD: Football + Yale + Bjork + Male Reproductive Organs + Indulgent Art Films - Humility = Matthew Barney
This post has gotten out of hand. Good God.
I want to travel to Brussels, Isle of Man, or Turkey to see where he got all of his inspiration from for the films and to see where they were shot. I want to go to a film festival overseas to see the entirety of the films. When reading the Nancy Spector book, I realize that there are so many aspects of the films that I cannot understand through reading since I have not seen it. YouTube videos are not enough. I am missing hours footage. I want to fully understand the relationship between the Entered Apprentice and the Architect. Cremaster 3 the one I want to see the most. I wrote a huge paper sophomore year on The Order from Cremaster 3, on the Masonic symbolism and how, as the last film out of the 5, it pulls together all 5 films perfectly. One of my favorite parts of The Order is that includes Agnostic Front and Murphey's Law to represent the battle between two groups. In this case, New York punk versus New York hard core. Aimee Mullins as the Entered Novitiate, the Entered Apprentice's counterpart. And artist Richard Serra as the architect.
At least I am not as crazy as this guy.... I don't think I would even go as far as to get a Cremaster tattoo. I don't think. I hope I don't get to that point one day...
Aaaand if anyone wants to get me this shirt for Christmas, I would love you forever.
Okay, time to go back to my paper. This is was a monstorous waste of time, but worthwhile.
The Matthew Barney post will take hours because I could write for years on him. I have this discussion a lot with people, but I don't think anyone fully understand my love for this man and his work. And it really doesn't hurt that he is basically gorgeous. Damn Bjork. She is quite lucky. The Cremaster Cycle book by Nancy Spector, the curator from the Guggenheim is possibly my prized possession. While working at Tenet over the summer I made a lot of large purchases, like a new Holga camera with all of the attachments and accessories, Blink 182 tickets, a flight to New York and masses of clothing, but the only wise purchase I made was buying this book. Who spends $300 on a book? Me, that's who.
I had to leave it at home since it is so damn heavy and huge. Plus the casing is delicate and I'd rather not mess it up. Thank go the Sweet Briar Library has a copy though. I have been living in the library for the last week or so, and there have been multiple times where I have wandered down into the stacks to get a book, but soon find myself sitting on the ground, pouring over this book. I just planned on this being a quick post, but of course that didn't happen, the second "Matthew Barney" was mentioned.
Apparently I am not the only one that is super excited about owning the book...
In the beginning of this semester, I was in John's class, getting ready to apply a huge map onto a birch panel. I was applying the paste with my hands, because that was just the easiest way, and it was fun. John walked past, giving me an odd look for sitting there like a five year old, covered in paste, smearing it around. I said, "I feel like Matthew Barney playing with his Vaseline." He said, "You know Matthew Barney?" surprised, because 99% of people my age do not, actually, not enough people know him, but they will. HE is already in art history texts. Anyways, I told him I did, and that he is my favorite artist, ever. He sat in silence a minute, just looking at me, and finally came out with, "you make more sense now that I know that Matthew Barney is your favorite artist." I am still not too sure ho to take that, since Matthew Barney's most well known work is seriously messed up. Amazing, once you understand the symbolism and the story lines, but its messed up.
On my TweetDeck, I keep a search column open for tweets regarding Matthew Barney (along with other people/things, I' not THAT much of a creeper), and Once, around last May, a woman tweeted "Am following some folks I found searching for Matthew Barney. This one chick has a mad crush on him... Yeah didn't follow her." You know you have issues when you see something like that and know immediately know it is you. I replied and now we are tight, via Twitter.
My favorites on Twitter have a good amount of Matthew Barney related tweets saved:
@VIKTORIA_LISBET: I'm wondering what Matthew Barney does with all of the Petroleum Jelly in the privacy of his own home. Perhaps there will be some clue.
@kgoreee: I would like Matthew Barney for my birthday. Someone make that happen. This tweet will be making its return in 133 short days
Perfection: @BrandonJD: Football + Yale + Bjork + Male Reproductive Organs + Indulgent Art Films - Humility = Matthew Barney
This post has gotten out of hand. Good God.
I want to travel to Brussels, Isle of Man, or Turkey to see where he got all of his inspiration from for the films and to see where they were shot. I want to go to a film festival overseas to see the entirety of the films. When reading the Nancy Spector book, I realize that there are so many aspects of the films that I cannot understand through reading since I have not seen it. YouTube videos are not enough. I am missing hours footage. I want to fully understand the relationship between the Entered Apprentice and the Architect. Cremaster 3 the one I want to see the most. I wrote a huge paper sophomore year on The Order from Cremaster 3, on the Masonic symbolism and how, as the last film out of the 5, it pulls together all 5 films perfectly. One of my favorite parts of The Order is that includes Agnostic Front and Murphey's Law to represent the battle between two groups. In this case, New York punk versus New York hard core. Aimee Mullins as the Entered Novitiate, the Entered Apprentice's counterpart. And artist Richard Serra as the architect.
At least I am not as crazy as this guy.... I don't think I would even go as far as to get a Cremaster tattoo. I don't think. I hope I don't get to that point one day...
Aaaand if anyone wants to get me this shirt for Christmas, I would love you forever.
Okay, time to go back to my paper. This is was a monstorous waste of time, but worthwhile.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I Ching, Revisited
It has been a while since I have used the I Ching, and I have barely thought about it. For a while it was a staple in my life, and now its just sitting on my book shelf, forgotten along with the Tao Te Ching. I feel somewhat bad about that. I was just doing homework in the "China room" of the library, and as I was leaving, a copy of the I Ching caught my eye. I figured, "why not?"
I feel like I have been punished. I know that's not at all how it works, and it is more for forewarning and coping than anything else, but seriously. The first time I did it my hexagram was 58, Open. I was open in my lower and upper trigrams, so open in my inner and outer worlds. It seemed to be positive, until I realized I had a transforming line in my upper trigram I forgot to change. That completely changed everything. That one little line left me with 38, Polarizing. Not something I want right now, at all.
"The situation described by this hexagram is characterized by a tension between polar opposites, which needs to be acknowledged and given the proper place."
I tried again, with a different issue in mind, praying for a more positive outcome. Nope. No such luck. The Well.
"The situation described by this hexagram is characterized by the waters of life welling up from the depth. Maintaining a clear access to this central life cource is crucial for one's well-being and nourishment"
The well.
Amending the capital, not amending the well.
Without losing, without acquired.
Going, coming: welling, welling.
Muddy culmination: truly not-yet the well-rope in the well.
Ruining one's pitcher: pitfall.
Ehhhhh.
I just tried to explain this all to Britt, I am pretty sure she thinks I am crazy now. I am not one to believe in oracles, horoscopes, palm reading, any of that. Its all a load of bull. Especially horoscopes. They are so vague that you can apply it to any and all situations. However with the I Ching it is more about your life, your feelings, and what is heading your way. Each hexagram is so different and precise that you would really have to stretch to apply it to different parts of your life. Take Jenn's reaction, even she was a believer after one hexagram.
I want to get back into doing the I Ching on a regular basis, back to reading the Tao Te Ching and whatnot. I miss it.
I feel like this will be a post that is deleted tomorrow when I wake up. It's 5 am and I have barely slept in the last few days. Time for bed.
I feel like I have been punished. I know that's not at all how it works, and it is more for forewarning and coping than anything else, but seriously. The first time I did it my hexagram was 58, Open. I was open in my lower and upper trigrams, so open in my inner and outer worlds. It seemed to be positive, until I realized I had a transforming line in my upper trigram I forgot to change. That completely changed everything. That one little line left me with 38, Polarizing. Not something I want right now, at all.
"The situation described by this hexagram is characterized by a tension between polar opposites, which needs to be acknowledged and given the proper place."
I tried again, with a different issue in mind, praying for a more positive outcome. Nope. No such luck. The Well.
"The situation described by this hexagram is characterized by the waters of life welling up from the depth. Maintaining a clear access to this central life cource is crucial for one's well-being and nourishment"
The well.
Amending the capital, not amending the well.
Without losing, without acquired.
Going, coming: welling, welling.
Muddy culmination: truly not-yet the well-rope in the well.
Ruining one's pitcher: pitfall.
Ehhhhh.
I just tried to explain this all to Britt, I am pretty sure she thinks I am crazy now. I am not one to believe in oracles, horoscopes, palm reading, any of that. Its all a load of bull. Especially horoscopes. They are so vague that you can apply it to any and all situations. However with the I Ching it is more about your life, your feelings, and what is heading your way. Each hexagram is so different and precise that you would really have to stretch to apply it to different parts of your life. Take Jenn's reaction, even she was a believer after one hexagram.
I want to get back into doing the I Ching on a regular basis, back to reading the Tao Te Ching and whatnot. I miss it.
I feel like this will be a post that is deleted tomorrow when I wake up. It's 5 am and I have barely slept in the last few days. Time for bed.
Monday, December 14, 2009
My love for Dandelion Wind Opaine
It runs very deep.
Girls like her fascinate me, but I feel that she is the epitome of the "authentic" girl. I don't mean to sound like Carles, but it is true. Her music, her style, her words, all of it is her own, and he is not influenced by anyone else. As a musician, an artist, a director, everything is completely authentic. I mean, with a name like Dandelion Wind Opaine, how could you not be? ("She swears it's her real name and claims that she was raised by hippies in a cabin in the forests of central British Colombia with neither electricity nor running water." - via allmusic.com) She styles and directs all of Fan Death's videos and photo shoots, and every thing turns out to be different than anything I have ever seen before.
The Lab Magazine interviewed both her and Marta in Issue 00 for an article on Fan Death, and even all of her responses were so different. I cannot articulate exactly what I think about her originality. It's just crazy.
She directed the video for "Cannibal" (which I posted a few days ago) after some crazy mega-fan sent her and Marta life size, anatomically correct dolls of themselves (which remind me of the weird man in the video). She based the whole idea of the video off of those dolls. Also, she directed the video for Lady Sovereign's video for "I Got You Dancing." While of course I am a fan of Lady Sov, this video's content is so dynamic. Dandi was inspired by the Warriors and made this awesomely confrontational video with local dancers from Vancouver. Can you ever go wrong with a little bit of stop motion?
Behind the scenes clip of the shoot from Lab Magazine. Dandi styled both her and MArta, and the majority of the clothes that were used are actually Dandi's, along with from diesel Diesel shoes. (heh... heh...) And damn, anyone that can be electrocuted int he middle of a set and keep playing has points in my book. (Minus the guy from Shai Hulud... that was his fault. Even though it remains one of the most terrifying things I have ever witnessed)
Marta had a hilarious qoute in that interview that was printed in the magazine. "I don't hate anything. Only love." Then the next question he asks her response is: "I hate scrunchies!" Oh Marta... I love you too, but its just not the same.
Even just the idea of Fan Death amazes me. Dandi was (and still is) a part of the Dandi Wind Band, and Marta saw her perform, and decided to talk to her. Two years later, they have made this amazing creation. They have revived a genre of music that is seldom heard and enjoyed by my generation, and they gave it their own twist. Marta has roots in folk piano while Dandi is all about the electro side of music. Combine the two and the outcome is electro-disco, set for the current time.
I know this is media heavy, but I feel that it was worth it. Shes just so damn creative, innovative, authentic and already prolific. I just don't know what to do with myself... But I do know that I have a lot of respect for this girl. I wish I had the brain power right now to properly articulate what I am thinking.
"This is a coin for the well, I wish my wrongs were righted."
Girls like her fascinate me, but I feel that she is the epitome of the "authentic" girl. I don't mean to sound like Carles, but it is true. Her music, her style, her words, all of it is her own, and he is not influenced by anyone else. As a musician, an artist, a director, everything is completely authentic. I mean, with a name like Dandelion Wind Opaine, how could you not be? ("She swears it's her real name and claims that she was raised by hippies in a cabin in the forests of central British Colombia with neither electricity nor running water." - via allmusic.com) She styles and directs all of Fan Death's videos and photo shoots, and every thing turns out to be different than anything I have ever seen before.
The Lab Magazine interviewed both her and Marta in Issue 00 for an article on Fan Death, and even all of her responses were so different. I cannot articulate exactly what I think about her originality. It's just crazy.
She directed the video for "Cannibal" (which I posted a few days ago) after some crazy mega-fan sent her and Marta life size, anatomically correct dolls of themselves (which remind me of the weird man in the video). She based the whole idea of the video off of those dolls. Also, she directed the video for Lady Sovereign's video for "I Got You Dancing." While of course I am a fan of Lady Sov, this video's content is so dynamic. Dandi was inspired by the Warriors and made this awesomely confrontational video with local dancers from Vancouver. Can you ever go wrong with a little bit of stop motion?
Behind the scenes clip of the shoot from Lab Magazine. Dandi styled both her and MArta, and the majority of the clothes that were used are actually Dandi's, along with from diesel Diesel shoes. (heh... heh...) And damn, anyone that can be electrocuted int he middle of a set and keep playing has points in my book. (Minus the guy from Shai Hulud... that was his fault. Even though it remains one of the most terrifying things I have ever witnessed)
Marta had a hilarious qoute in that interview that was printed in the magazine. "I don't hate anything. Only love." Then the next question he asks her response is: "I hate scrunchies!" Oh Marta... I love you too, but its just not the same.
Even just the idea of Fan Death amazes me. Dandi was (and still is) a part of the Dandi Wind Band, and Marta saw her perform, and decided to talk to her. Two years later, they have made this amazing creation. They have revived a genre of music that is seldom heard and enjoyed by my generation, and they gave it their own twist. Marta has roots in folk piano while Dandi is all about the electro side of music. Combine the two and the outcome is electro-disco, set for the current time.
I know this is media heavy, but I feel that it was worth it. Shes just so damn creative, innovative, authentic and already prolific. I just don't know what to do with myself... But I do know that I have a lot of respect for this girl. I wish I had the brain power right now to properly articulate what I am thinking.
"This is a coin for the well, I wish my wrongs were righted."
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Slacking. Headache. Hungry.
I just created a tumblr, and the first thing I feel the need to do is to blog here, before posting anything there. I feel like I am cheating.
Friday was the last day of the classes for the semester. Although I only had one class, and hours and hours of work. Art history was the funniest class I think I have had all semester. Kim is very conservative, and even said "boobs" makes her blush. We were looking at a painting, I think it was a Matisse but I can't remember. Her commentary? "Her tits are hanging out!" Granted, this is true, and she had the weirdest shaped boobs we have ever seen. Malone: "I'm sorry what was the question? I can't stop looking at her chest..." One girl commented that they looked like a boomarang, making Ashley immediately go, "you mean like a booberang?!" And that was the funniest thing I have ever heard. I laughed so hard that Megan, who was a few classrooms down, texted me telling me that she heard me laugh.
Work Friday was the first time I had been in the new office. It was weird. It will be interesting being a new building. Especially without Megan...
Friday night Britt and I hung out, and went to GV to Melchor's. Afterwards we came back to her room and started watching a movie, but I immediately fell asleep, and woke up at 6:00. Walked back across campus to my room and it was 16 degrees out. Yuck.
Saturday I woke up late and did absolutely noting productive. Well, I did go to Volvo and get an oil change. Megan and I went to Vito's in Lovingston for dinner, then to the Colleen drive through which I have always wanted to go to. Although we looked so stupid standing there. It was 25 degrees, I was wearing a skirt, standing outside, getting ice cream. Dumb.
Now I am sitting in the library, in my cozy nook in the lowest level of the stacks. I have done nothing productive. At. All. My Papaya Farm playing has gotten out of hand. I unplugged my phone today at noon, so it charged all night. Then I played Papaya Farm so much today that by 5:00 I already had the 20% of battery life warning flash. Horrible.
Backtrack: On Friday, Ashley and I went to White Hart, and it was not as delicious as I remember. I have only been a few times this year. A few times with Ashley and twice with Matt. Otherwise, neither Ashley nor I have had time to go. We were both thuroughly disappointed that there is a new man working there, making the sandwhiches. Its just not the same.
Hipster Runoff is back. THank Christ.
Slacking slacking slacking.... I was planning on leaving on Wednesday, but I have so much to do, I don't think it's possible. I have already planned to "forget" to finish my accordion book. I literally have no time, and I hate the assignment anyways. John won't care.
My to do list for this week:
-work on proposals
-OOTJ
-Loftus (meeting Monday morning)
-accordion book
-AG IDs for exam
-Junior Banquet odes - Jan 20 class2011@sbc.edu
-Early 20th century art exam
-Arts Management Exam
-Portfolios done by Tuesday
-time sheet from Karol's box
-box for art barn supplies
-exchange Liam's shorts
Friday was the last day of the classes for the semester. Although I only had one class, and hours and hours of work. Art history was the funniest class I think I have had all semester. Kim is very conservative, and even said "boobs" makes her blush. We were looking at a painting, I think it was a Matisse but I can't remember. Her commentary? "Her tits are hanging out!" Granted, this is true, and she had the weirdest shaped boobs we have ever seen. Malone: "I'm sorry what was the question? I can't stop looking at her chest..." One girl commented that they looked like a boomarang, making Ashley immediately go, "you mean like a booberang?!" And that was the funniest thing I have ever heard. I laughed so hard that Megan, who was a few classrooms down, texted me telling me that she heard me laugh.
Work Friday was the first time I had been in the new office. It was weird. It will be interesting being a new building. Especially without Megan...
Friday night Britt and I hung out, and went to GV to Melchor's. Afterwards we came back to her room and started watching a movie, but I immediately fell asleep, and woke up at 6:00. Walked back across campus to my room and it was 16 degrees out. Yuck.
Saturday I woke up late and did absolutely noting productive. Well, I did go to Volvo and get an oil change. Megan and I went to Vito's in Lovingston for dinner, then to the Colleen drive through which I have always wanted to go to. Although we looked so stupid standing there. It was 25 degrees, I was wearing a skirt, standing outside, getting ice cream. Dumb.
Now I am sitting in the library, in my cozy nook in the lowest level of the stacks. I have done nothing productive. At. All. My Papaya Farm playing has gotten out of hand. I unplugged my phone today at noon, so it charged all night. Then I played Papaya Farm so much today that by 5:00 I already had the 20% of battery life warning flash. Horrible.
Backtrack: On Friday, Ashley and I went to White Hart, and it was not as delicious as I remember. I have only been a few times this year. A few times with Ashley and twice with Matt. Otherwise, neither Ashley nor I have had time to go. We were both thuroughly disappointed that there is a new man working there, making the sandwhiches. Its just not the same.
Hipster Runoff is back. THank Christ.
Slacking slacking slacking.... I was planning on leaving on Wednesday, but I have so much to do, I don't think it's possible. I have already planned to "forget" to finish my accordion book. I literally have no time, and I hate the assignment anyways. John won't care.
My to do list for this week:
-work on proposals
-OOTJ
-Loftus (meeting Monday morning)
-accordion book
-AG IDs for exam
-Junior Banquet odes - Jan 20 class2011@sbc.edu
-Early 20th century art exam
-Arts Management Exam
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-time sheet from Karol's box
-box for art barn supplies
-exchange Liam's shorts
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I'm on drugs.
Right now I have antibiotics, pain killers, and adderall in my system. And I just had intense deja vu. I didn't realize how wired I am until Allison asked "Did you take another adderall because you are on the most intense mission I have ever seen." Yes. Yes I had.
I have about 2.3 seconds to post this since I am in the middle of working on a presentation that I have to give tomorrow. I am sitting in what I have come to view as my "blogging" table in the basement of my building, where some of my longer, weirder posts have been written.
Anyways. The health center did not know if I had mono or strep, so they decided to treat me for strep even though the antibiotics would have had a bad reaction if I have mono. So far, so good. On Monday I was in so much pain in my glands that I could not lift my head or talk. I went to work, and my teacher and boss basically kicked me out of the building and told me to leave work and not to come to class since I was a wreck. I went back to my room and slept until art instead. And then I only lasted a few minutes before I went to the health center. While I was there they tested me for both mono and strep, but I tested negative for both since they were the quick 5 minute tests that are always wrong. She started to tell me that since I was negative for everything she couldn't give me any medicine and I broke down. I spent from Saturday to then in the most pain I have ever been in. I wasnt eating or talking and barely sleeping since moving my head at all hurt. The only way it was bearable was to tuck my chin into my left collar bone. And walking around like that doesn't really work out.
So I started to cry, which only inflamed my throat even more, putting me in more pain. She gave me a prescription for some pain killers and antibiotics and this weird mouthwash and sent me on my way. After a long debacle at CVS over insurance and what not, I was blessed with my drugs. I took the pills and used the mouth wash, which is the most ridiculous thing I have even experienced. In the parking lot I gargled it for a minute, and my lips, cheeks, tongue, and entire throat went completely numb. It was magical.
So now it is Wednesday. Gave my presentation this morning. Had my final critique with John this afternoon. Working on my arts management presentation now.
Going home Wednesday. I am thrilled.
Stolen from Matthew Hasting's tumblr.
I have about 2.3 seconds to post this since I am in the middle of working on a presentation that I have to give tomorrow. I am sitting in what I have come to view as my "blogging" table in the basement of my building, where some of my longer, weirder posts have been written.
Anyways. The health center did not know if I had mono or strep, so they decided to treat me for strep even though the antibiotics would have had a bad reaction if I have mono. So far, so good. On Monday I was in so much pain in my glands that I could not lift my head or talk. I went to work, and my teacher and boss basically kicked me out of the building and told me to leave work and not to come to class since I was a wreck. I went back to my room and slept until art instead. And then I only lasted a few minutes before I went to the health center. While I was there they tested me for both mono and strep, but I tested negative for both since they were the quick 5 minute tests that are always wrong. She started to tell me that since I was negative for everything she couldn't give me any medicine and I broke down. I spent from Saturday to then in the most pain I have ever been in. I wasnt eating or talking and barely sleeping since moving my head at all hurt. The only way it was bearable was to tuck my chin into my left collar bone. And walking around like that doesn't really work out.
So I started to cry, which only inflamed my throat even more, putting me in more pain. She gave me a prescription for some pain killers and antibiotics and this weird mouthwash and sent me on my way. After a long debacle at CVS over insurance and what not, I was blessed with my drugs. I took the pills and used the mouth wash, which is the most ridiculous thing I have even experienced. In the parking lot I gargled it for a minute, and my lips, cheeks, tongue, and entire throat went completely numb. It was magical.
So now it is Wednesday. Gave my presentation this morning. Had my final critique with John this afternoon. Working on my arts management presentation now.
Going home Wednesday. I am thrilled.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Things I haven't thought about in a while.
For pretty much the entire time I have owned an iPhone, a detail of Heironomus Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights as my background. Jerri and I talked about it today while we were driving back form Panera. I forgot about how much I love this painting.
It's one of those things that you notice something new every time you look at it. Being me, my favorite panel is the Hell panel. Its crazy.
Then when we got back I pulled up a photo of it for Jerri to see, and Allison said that she has been to the Prado to see it. Allison and I keep finding random things that we have in common, and just now we discovered our common love of Goya's Black Paintings. Most people hate them, because they are so messed up. I think what makes them so amazing is that he was delirious with syphilis when he painted them. They are so dark and messed up. Saturn Devouring his Son is haunting. That's all I can say about it.
I am no longer hungover, but I just have the worst cold ever. I can't hear anything and I can't stop sneezing. Ughhhhh. I have so much to do this week, and I am terrified about it all. I have a proposal due to Loftus Monday, Art History presentation Monday, Ancient Greece paper due Tuesday, ARMG presentation Tuesday, another ARMG presentation Thursday, LCP paper due Friday. Then all my art projects have to be finished by Wednesday. Im fucked. F'realz.
It's one of those things that you notice something new every time you look at it. Being me, my favorite panel is the Hell panel. Its crazy.
Then when we got back I pulled up a photo of it for Jerri to see, and Allison said that she has been to the Prado to see it. Allison and I keep finding random things that we have in common, and just now we discovered our common love of Goya's Black Paintings. Most people hate them, because they are so messed up. I think what makes them so amazing is that he was delirious with syphilis when he painted them. They are so dark and messed up. Saturn Devouring his Son is haunting. That's all I can say about it.
I am no longer hungover, but I just have the worst cold ever. I can't hear anything and I can't stop sneezing. Ughhhhh. I have so much to do this week, and I am terrified about it all. I have a proposal due to Loftus Monday, Art History presentation Monday, Ancient Greece paper due Tuesday, ARMG presentation Tuesday, another ARMG presentation Thursday, LCP paper due Friday. Then all my art projects have to be finished by Wednesday. Im fucked. F'realz.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Art today was interesting, to say the least
Today in art two interesting things occurred. One, I realized that I can be categorized as a Dadaist, which I am not fond of. I hate Dada, I have never been interested in it or inspired by it, but all of the work I have done this semester has a very Dadaist element to it. Take today, for example, the panel I am working on is the one which suffered my hissy fit. It is brown with bits of red. Brown. Sign one of Dada. Then over the break I was trying to think of a compelling image to transfer onto the panel, and I decided on a train. Train. Machinery. Sign two of Dada. All of my work this semester has had the same color scheme of brown, red, black and white. Everything has machinery or metal incorporated into it. I hate Dada. But I have accidentally created a number of Dadaist pieces. Although, this piece by Hannah Hoch from 1919 is mind blowing.
Second: I had a odd heart to heart with John about my future. I can't remember exactly how this got started. I was sitting there, working on my train, when he came over to watch me work as usual. I think Ashley said something about being stressed with exam time, and I said, "I just want to be out of school for good." I still have Riverside and a year off on my mind, and that is all I want right now. John replied with, "Don;t say that. The second you are done with school you will want nothing more than to be back." Yeah, right.
I told him that when I leave I have years and years of schooling left. MBA, Masters in Art History, then eventually my doctorate in Contemporary Art. That's alot. I told him I don;t want to go to grad school, because right now in my mind grad school is getting my MBA, while working at Tenet. In recent months I have been excited about working at Tenet after graduation, going back to Jessica and Denise and Carrie and Craig. I really miss them all. But the second that I realized that I want nothing more than to take a year off after graduation and live in Riverside, I have come to view working at Tenet like selling my soul. I told all this to John, and he said that grad school was the best times he ever had. I pointed out that he went to art school, so that hardly counts. He thinks its ridiculous that my parents would never go for sending me to grad school for art. I would be deliriously happy, but there is no future in that. I don't want to teach; god no.
John asked me what will make me happy, and what I want to do with my life. I told him about Tenet, and his response to hearing the words "marketing for a hospital management company" was simply "eeew." I want to work in a museum. I want to curate at MoMA. I want to own a little gallery in Brooklyn. I want to live in a little apartment in Brooklyn, possibly walking to work at the Brooklyn Museum every day (and seeing Matthew Barney drinking coffee on a corner while on the way there wouldn't hurt). I want be around art for the rest of my life.
I know that working for Tenet is the wise choice, but it will not make me happy. I enjoy working there, but I am not passionate about it. Ever since I made this plan I have told myself that I will just work there for 5 to 7 years, get my MBA while there, save up the money I made so that I can afford to move and take risks. Careers in the arts pay nothing, but I am perfectly okay with that.
This blog has turned into an odd thing. It is more so a train of thought than anything. Over the summer it was simply "I did this then I went here and then did this" simply so that I could remember. Over Thanksgiving break I hated writing and updating it, but I like being able to read back on what I do while home. While at school posts like that would be boring. "Today I woke up. Ate breakfast. Went to art. Had an LCP meeting. Went to Ancient Greece. Went to Leadership. Took a nap. Ate dinner. Did my homework. Went to some meetings. The End."
That's horribly boring. I think this blog is going to change, and I am excited about it.
Second: I had a odd heart to heart with John about my future. I can't remember exactly how this got started. I was sitting there, working on my train, when he came over to watch me work as usual. I think Ashley said something about being stressed with exam time, and I said, "I just want to be out of school for good." I still have Riverside and a year off on my mind, and that is all I want right now. John replied with, "Don;t say that. The second you are done with school you will want nothing more than to be back." Yeah, right.
I told him that when I leave I have years and years of schooling left. MBA, Masters in Art History, then eventually my doctorate in Contemporary Art. That's alot. I told him I don;t want to go to grad school, because right now in my mind grad school is getting my MBA, while working at Tenet. In recent months I have been excited about working at Tenet after graduation, going back to Jessica and Denise and Carrie and Craig. I really miss them all. But the second that I realized that I want nothing more than to take a year off after graduation and live in Riverside, I have come to view working at Tenet like selling my soul. I told all this to John, and he said that grad school was the best times he ever had. I pointed out that he went to art school, so that hardly counts. He thinks its ridiculous that my parents would never go for sending me to grad school for art. I would be deliriously happy, but there is no future in that. I don't want to teach; god no.
John asked me what will make me happy, and what I want to do with my life. I told him about Tenet, and his response to hearing the words "marketing for a hospital management company" was simply "eeew." I want to work in a museum. I want to curate at MoMA. I want to own a little gallery in Brooklyn. I want to live in a little apartment in Brooklyn, possibly walking to work at the Brooklyn Museum every day (and seeing Matthew Barney drinking coffee on a corner while on the way there wouldn't hurt). I want be around art for the rest of my life.
I know that working for Tenet is the wise choice, but it will not make me happy. I enjoy working there, but I am not passionate about it. Ever since I made this plan I have told myself that I will just work there for 5 to 7 years, get my MBA while there, save up the money I made so that I can afford to move and take risks. Careers in the arts pay nothing, but I am perfectly okay with that.
This blog has turned into an odd thing. It is more so a train of thought than anything. Over the summer it was simply "I did this then I went here and then did this" simply so that I could remember. Over Thanksgiving break I hated writing and updating it, but I like being able to read back on what I do while home. While at school posts like that would be boring. "Today I woke up. Ate breakfast. Went to art. Had an LCP meeting. Went to Ancient Greece. Went to Leadership. Took a nap. Ate dinner. Did my homework. Went to some meetings. The End."
That's horribly boring. I think this blog is going to change, and I am excited about it.
R.I.P. Hipster Runoff
Today, or actually the other day, marks the end of an era. Carles is officially retired from Hipster Runoff. The blog that I have obsessively read and lived by for years is over. Mike is the new editor and blogger for HRO, but he is just not the same. It lacks Carles' wit and outlook on life. I have already unsubscribed from the mailing list. Mike does not impress me. What will be the new Hipster Runoff? I am disappointed.
My favorite HRO post of all time, "Feeling both hornie and conceptual" makes me laugh every time I read it. I love when Carles has posts like this, that have nothing to do with music, fashion, altbros and altthings.
"I am in a weird mood this weekend. I feel like seeing some avant garde art/music/performances, but at the same time, I feel like doing something that objectifies women, like going to a strip club or something.
Part of me really wants to discover a new underground buzzband that is more authentic than Animal Collective/Karen O
but another part of me just wants to see some alternative titties.
Part of me wants to go to a meaningful art space and enjoy a night where people challenge reality
but the other part of me feels like ‘artists are bullshit people who want attention’, similar to tweens on youtube.
Part of me wants to see Tom Morello with a bunch of sweet Effectz Pedals,
but a bigger part of me wants to see a woman on all-fours without a shirt on with sweet pedals.
Part of me wants huge titties in my face
but another part of me wants lil authentic titties in my face.
Part of me wants to experience the night sober
but another part of me wants to ‘get mad fucked up.’
Part of me wants to ‘get drunk’ off miscellaneous beverages
but another part of me wants to detox with Rice Dream/ Silk / Soy Milk.
Part of me wants to see MGMT this weekend
but part of me wants to just see this broad this weekend, then send her a friend request 2 her weirdo myspace.
I am not sure which part of me will win. I am not sure who I am any more. I am not sure why I do anything any more.
What r u doing this weekend?
I feel like I need 2 get back 2 my roots, and search for the perfect alternative breasts
http://www.hipsterrunoff.com/t/perfect-alternative-breasts"
My favorite HRO post of all time, "Feeling both hornie and conceptual" makes me laugh every time I read it. I love when Carles has posts like this, that have nothing to do with music, fashion, altbros and altthings.
"I am in a weird mood this weekend. I feel like seeing some avant garde art/music/performances, but at the same time, I feel like doing something that objectifies women, like going to a strip club or something.
Part of me really wants to discover a new underground buzzband that is more authentic than Animal Collective/Karen O
but another part of me just wants to see some alternative titties.
Part of me wants to go to a meaningful art space and enjoy a night where people challenge reality
but the other part of me feels like ‘artists are bullshit people who want attention’, similar to tweens on youtube.
Part of me wants to see Tom Morello with a bunch of sweet Effectz Pedals,
but a bigger part of me wants to see a woman on all-fours without a shirt on with sweet pedals.
Part of me wants huge titties in my face
but another part of me wants lil authentic titties in my face.
Part of me wants to experience the night sober
but another part of me wants to ‘get mad fucked up.’
Part of me wants to ‘get drunk’ off miscellaneous beverages
but another part of me wants to detox with Rice Dream/ Silk / Soy Milk.
Part of me wants to see MGMT this weekend
but part of me wants to just see this broad this weekend, then send her a friend request 2 her weirdo myspace.
I am not sure which part of me will win. I am not sure who I am any more. I am not sure why I do anything any more.
What r u doing this weekend?
I feel like I need 2 get back 2 my roots, and search for the perfect alternative breasts
http://www.hipsterrunoff.com/t/perfect-alternative-breasts"
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