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Well, FUCK YOU mouse gestures, for closing the current journal update page and erasing my entire (very long) entry. Pah.
Anyway: to summarize:
--Ghetto decoupaged my new make-up box and started knitting a nice pouch. I'm an arts & crafts BALLER.
--Kate Bush's Hounds of Love and R.E.M.s Automatic for the People are not underrated, but people still think of them as pretty cheesy. I think that they're great.
--Not being able to rinse all of the food out of my mouth all of the time has led to a taste-saturated panoply of salival delights, 24/7. Hopefully the dentist tomorrow will be able to do something about that.
--The graphic novel Fables is a good idea, but having read only the first TPB, is it a good investment to continue? And why can't I find the 4th TPB of Y the Last Man in the comic book library/? Tell me. Rah.
--Voodoo Donuts are the SHIT.
--Umm... iPod shuffe is a pretty ridiculous idea. Ah well. They can come into my lower-budget realm if they want...
--There is now an icon in my sets box with my new set. YES! I need to still write an intro for it. Well, at least there's no pressure....
Hmph.
Ellipses are cool.
Anyway. I'll just direct your attention steadily downward. To the antipode.
pvps4free. Open to Canadians, has 40 gig photo ipods and portable dvd players
Cameras4free. High end (5+ mp) cameras. Also open to Canadians
MP3 players 4 free. ALSO open to Canadians, and has the 20 gig ipod, among others.
Free 40 gig photo ipods. Unfortunately, not available to Canadians.
Anyway: to summarize:
--Ghetto decoupaged my new make-up box and started knitting a nice pouch. I'm an arts & crafts BALLER.
--Kate Bush's Hounds of Love and R.E.M.s Automatic for the People are not underrated, but people still think of them as pretty cheesy. I think that they're great.
--Not being able to rinse all of the food out of my mouth all of the time has led to a taste-saturated panoply of salival delights, 24/7. Hopefully the dentist tomorrow will be able to do something about that.
--The graphic novel Fables is a good idea, but having read only the first TPB, is it a good investment to continue? And why can't I find the 4th TPB of Y the Last Man in the comic book library/? Tell me. Rah.
--Voodoo Donuts are the SHIT.
--Umm... iPod shuffe is a pretty ridiculous idea. Ah well. They can come into my lower-budget realm if they want...
--There is now an icon in my sets box with my new set. YES! I need to still write an intro for it. Well, at least there's no pressure....
Hmph.
Ellipses are cool.
Anyway. I'll just direct your attention steadily downward. To the antipode.
pvps4free. Open to Canadians, has 40 gig photo ipods and portable dvd players
Cameras4free. High end (5+ mp) cameras. Also open to Canadians
MP3 players 4 free. ALSO open to Canadians, and has the 20 gig ipod, among others.
Free 40 gig photo ipods. Unfortunately, not available to Canadians.
sue is fine...sue is... sue is fine...
Ok. The very first thing: freeipods.com totally sent me my shipping number, and according to DHL, I'll have my ipod by 01/14. Fuck YEAH! *does little sea monster dance... to the window -- to the wall!* I had been expecting that it would take up to a month, but the tracking number says otherwise. Rock!
Unfortunately, since I had it sent to a box that I'll only have access to until Friday at 1 p.m., it'd better come in the morning, as next Monday I will be heading up to Seattle and Vancouver. I hope to catch a couple of fools while I'm up there. And if there's one thing I love about fools, it's that they rule the school.
Not too much to report, other than my mouth is doing much better, i'm out of the weird narcotic phase and quite functional again. Went out with a friend of mine to Powell's for a reading of varoious 33 1/3 book authors (music journalists, musicians [Colin Meloy was there, for instance]). While listening to someone dissect Prince's Sign of the Times can be quite the unsufferable torment, one author's reflection on seeing My Bloody Valentine in concert and struggling to make sense of the beauty beneath the chaos is pretty damn breath-taking.
Today... after I get up (and make sure my ipod, dvds, and bra are not here) I will clean my kitchen and do the last remaining chores on the rocking pair of legwarmers I made yesterday in a span of 12 hours. Sitting around tripping people certainly increases my productivity.
Phew! I'll save the obligatory "sign up for free gizmos" thing until the end.
Ok, obligatory free things links. You too can walk off with cool blings, like myself!
pvps4free. Open to Canadians, has 40 gig photo ipods and portable dvd players
Cameras4free. High end (5+ mp) cameras. Also open to Canadians
MP3 players 4 free. ALSO open to Canadians, and has the 20 gig ipod, among others.
Free 40 gig photo ipods. Unfortunately, not available to Canadians.
I'm SO tired right now. I'm going to crawl up into a ball of sleepingscylla. And wooon't you all be pouty then! *shakes fist*
Ok. The very first thing: freeipods.com totally sent me my shipping number, and according to DHL, I'll have my ipod by 01/14. Fuck YEAH! *does little sea monster dance... to the window -- to the wall!* I had been expecting that it would take up to a month, but the tracking number says otherwise. Rock!
Unfortunately, since I had it sent to a box that I'll only have access to until Friday at 1 p.m., it'd better come in the morning, as next Monday I will be heading up to Seattle and Vancouver. I hope to catch a couple of fools while I'm up there. And if there's one thing I love about fools, it's that they rule the school.
Not too much to report, other than my mouth is doing much better, i'm out of the weird narcotic phase and quite functional again. Went out with a friend of mine to Powell's for a reading of varoious 33 1/3 book authors (music journalists, musicians [Colin Meloy was there, for instance]). While listening to someone dissect Prince's Sign of the Times can be quite the unsufferable torment, one author's reflection on seeing My Bloody Valentine in concert and struggling to make sense of the beauty beneath the chaos is pretty damn breath-taking.
Today... after I get up (and make sure my ipod, dvds, and bra are not here) I will clean my kitchen and do the last remaining chores on the rocking pair of legwarmers I made yesterday in a span of 12 hours. Sitting around tripping people certainly increases my productivity.
Phew! I'll save the obligatory "sign up for free gizmos" thing until the end.
Ok, obligatory free things links. You too can walk off with cool blings, like myself!
pvps4free. Open to Canadians, has 40 gig photo ipods and portable dvd players
Cameras4free. High end (5+ mp) cameras. Also open to Canadians
MP3 players 4 free. ALSO open to Canadians, and has the 20 gig ipod, among others.
Free 40 gig photo ipods. Unfortunately, not available to Canadians.
I'm SO tired right now. I'm going to crawl up into a ball of sleepingscylla. And wooon't you all be pouty then! *shakes fist*
Firstly -- my new set was accepted! It's definitely my favorite one. Well shot, great lighting and I really figured out a good make-up technique. I'd love it if it went live sometime within the next few months... it's very sexy and LOTS of bum shots that I'm proud of. Although, it makes me wish I weighed a bit more... my arms look funny compared to the rest of me.
Got my wisdom teeth (all four of them) removed at once today. Unfortunately, I'm a total pussy when it comes to this idea (I'm not going to be patient and people will be slicing holes in me!). I remember -- the needle being inserted into my arm, the anti-saliva drip being inserted into the needle, and then the valium drip, and then... waking up about 90 minutes later and wanting to see my teeth. I commented to the boy, while in a completely anasthetic haze, that it was "Just like GHB... hrrmrmmm *gauze in mouth*". Got my prescriptions filled while I was drooling blood everywhere. Which probably made my needing a shitload of vicodin, percocet, and anti-nausea/opiate-enhancing drugs a bit more believable... heh.
Came home, watched several episodes of the Office & Mythbusters, and passed out until about 10 p.m., where I ate some split pea soup, passed out again, and woke up about... now.
Good times. I work myself up waaay too much for events like this, but it really worked out -- at least, so far. There are many post-surgical hurdles yet to battle.
Mm. So, now I'm lying around in a dazed muddle, listening to Antipop Consortium and having no sense of space/time, other than that I need to pick up my mail today.
Please share wisdom teeth experiences with me! Yar.
p.s. Vicodin and Percocet make me forget my FREE CAMERA/40 GIG PHOTO IPOD? Crap!
Ok, so here are the links:
pvps4free. Open to Canadians, has 40 gig photo ipods and portable dvd players
Cameras4free. High end (5+ mp) cameras. Also open to Canadians
MP3 players 4 free. ALSO open to Canadians, and has the 20 gig ipod, among others.
Free 40 gig photo ipods. Unfortunately, not available to Canadians.
In addition, I'm getting my free 20 gig ipod sometime within the next month! Yay! I'm hoping that eventually (I'll give it a couple of months) I can get my 40 gig one, and then hopefully trade the old ipod for cool art/gizmos/etc. Yaaay/
Got my wisdom teeth (all four of them) removed at once today. Unfortunately, I'm a total pussy when it comes to this idea (I'm not going to be patient and people will be slicing holes in me!). I remember -- the needle being inserted into my arm, the anti-saliva drip being inserted into the needle, and then the valium drip, and then... waking up about 90 minutes later and wanting to see my teeth. I commented to the boy, while in a completely anasthetic haze, that it was "Just like GHB... hrrmrmmm *gauze in mouth*". Got my prescriptions filled while I was drooling blood everywhere. Which probably made my needing a shitload of vicodin, percocet, and anti-nausea/opiate-enhancing drugs a bit more believable... heh.
Came home, watched several episodes of the Office & Mythbusters, and passed out until about 10 p.m., where I ate some split pea soup, passed out again, and woke up about... now.
Good times. I work myself up waaay too much for events like this, but it really worked out -- at least, so far. There are many post-surgical hurdles yet to battle.
Mm. So, now I'm lying around in a dazed muddle, listening to Antipop Consortium and having no sense of space/time, other than that I need to pick up my mail today.
Please share wisdom teeth experiences with me! Yar.
p.s. Vicodin and Percocet make me forget my FREE CAMERA/40 GIG PHOTO IPOD? Crap!
Ok, so here are the links:
pvps4free. Open to Canadians, has 40 gig photo ipods and portable dvd players
Cameras4free. High end (5+ mp) cameras. Also open to Canadians
MP3 players 4 free. ALSO open to Canadians, and has the 20 gig ipod, among others.
Free 40 gig photo ipods. Unfortunately, not available to Canadians.
In addition, I'm getting my free 20 gig ipod sometime within the next month! Yay! I'm hoping that eventually (I'll give it a couple of months) I can get my 40 gig one, and then hopefully trade the old ipod for cool art/gizmos/etc. Yaaay/
Last night was really damn perfect. It was a night that, when I took my tweezers and carefully take it apart, bit by bit, I cannot find anything wrong with it. Everything happened for a very precise reason. Even the parts that seemed somehow wrong -- the course of fortunate events which followed were all contingent upon them.
Particular images/moments:
A diagram of a sentence, broken down into different subsections of people, tectures, subtexts.
The moment of brushing fingers a moment too long, intentionally.
I am kinky soft.
Dancing like a doll with unusual articulations.
Party being shut down at 2 a.m. and the six hours that followed.
Going into the art building at 9 a.m.
Petting a dog with one blue eye, one brown, howling pitifully.
Wanting -- wanting -- doing nothing.
Memories of one afternoon on Venice Beach, being stopped by these three men sitting on their porch. I pretended that I couldn't speak, and they spent an hour trying to get me to say a single word, proposing marriage and falling in love over and over again. I think I still have the poem at the bottom of my purse. Something about last night...
White. Fishnet. Elbow length gloves.
(the act of) Smoking cigarettes makes people appear exactly when I want them to.
Not being at Apocalypse up in Seattle, apparently one of the crappiest parties in North America last night. Boo yah!
K trying to speak to her best friend on the phone.
Firedancing at sunrise.
At this time last year, a friend of mine was living in the apartment that is currently in my possession. At this time, I stayed with her as her houseguest. Strange.
Remembering when to look directly into someone's eyes and when to look away.
When they announce 'Happy New Year' twice, it doesn't really matter which one is real.
Knowing where I can find 'anything under the sun'. And knowing where to find everything else.
I wish I could explain exactly what happened, formulae, mg/mcgs and all. But instead I'll just say that this was, by far, the best New Year's Eve/day I have ever had.
...
So that was my New Year's. How was yours?
Particular images/moments:
A diagram of a sentence, broken down into different subsections of people, tectures, subtexts.
The moment of brushing fingers a moment too long, intentionally.
I am kinky soft.
Dancing like a doll with unusual articulations.
Party being shut down at 2 a.m. and the six hours that followed.
Going into the art building at 9 a.m.
Petting a dog with one blue eye, one brown, howling pitifully.
Wanting -- wanting -- doing nothing.
Memories of one afternoon on Venice Beach, being stopped by these three men sitting on their porch. I pretended that I couldn't speak, and they spent an hour trying to get me to say a single word, proposing marriage and falling in love over and over again. I think I still have the poem at the bottom of my purse. Something about last night...
White. Fishnet. Elbow length gloves.
(the act of) Smoking cigarettes makes people appear exactly when I want them to.
Not being at Apocalypse up in Seattle, apparently one of the crappiest parties in North America last night. Boo yah!
K trying to speak to her best friend on the phone.
Firedancing at sunrise.
At this time last year, a friend of mine was living in the apartment that is currently in my possession. At this time, I stayed with her as her houseguest. Strange.
Remembering when to look directly into someone's eyes and when to look away.
When they announce 'Happy New Year' twice, it doesn't really matter which one is real.
Knowing where I can find 'anything under the sun'. And knowing where to find everything else.
I wish I could explain exactly what happened, formulae, mg/mcgs and all. But instead I'll just say that this was, by far, the best New Year's Eve/day I have ever had.
...
So that was my New Year's. How was yours?
Susan Sontag is gone. It would be inadequate of me to try to write some sort of eulogy or farewell to her, simply because I couldn't even begin to encapsulate her genius. Suffice to say, she affected me deeply when I was younger, and her strength and perceptions, balanced and *female*, always made her a role model for me. Her death is the first one in a line of academics that has truly touched me (really, Derrida was always so distant, and they are in entirely different spheres, in any case... and I was never too cognizant/celebratory of Said's work...) Oh, she will be missed. Sniff.
I think that Intepols 'Specialist' is the most frequently played song on my computer...
Man, so my video card is too lame to support The Sims 2. This is incredibly lame, since I was looking forward to playing this for a while. Uhm... I could justify it in a lot of ways, but really, I just wanted to make a bunch of little figures that resembled me and my friends and make them play with one another. Bah. BAH!
Unfortunately, my little computer probably can't even handle an upgrade... I don't even have a legitimate video card, but rather, Intel Extreme or something (XTREEM, perhaps?)... my computer doesn't actually have a tower. Bah. I was aware of the aesthetic advantages of this setup when I purchased it, but it's quite disenheartening to be unable to use all of it to the full advantage.
Does anyone have a video card with which I could cruelly experiment?
Speaking of, I also received a new external HD in the mail today... unfortunately, it's locked away in the mail room. As I have an impossible amount of freedom, I'm thinking of just staying up until 9 a.m. and then retrieving it from the mail room. Oh, the life of a rebel. Diurnal, nocturnal -- these are just cultural constructs that aim to restrict my sleeping patterns. (I'm not sure what the whole daylight/lack thereof is all about, though. Meh! Although in this sort of gloomy weather, the daylight isn't that notable, anyway.)
Burning a bunch of CDs to the computer. I received a $30 gift certificate to the iTunes music store. Any suggestions? Currently burning Cheb Mami's Meli Meli, and then I'm going to stick this Muslimgauze onto my computer. I don't know about you, but there's all sorts of fun intersections between organic and appropriated going on HERE. Ahh ha ha.
Is anyone else confused/scared/ecstatic over the cowbell in 'Diamond Dogs'? Yeah, I'll bet you've never noticed. Cowbell is surprisingly integral to a LOT of damn good music. I don't know why.
While in Los Angeles I saw an INCREDIBLE exhibit: BodyWorlds. Essentially, the scientist behind this technology uses a system of replacing all of the waters and fats in a body with plastic, creating perfectly plastinated (that is the term) bodies. Example:
This is a photograph of the inventor with one of his bodies. Notice that the body is sliced twice, lengthwise, and pulled apart to reveal the internal organs... this is a real body, perfectly preserved. Remarkable!
I'm currently reading 'Gone Primitive' by Mariana Torgovnick. It's pretty good, so far. From what I've gleaned, she's arguing that although we have been able to call our cultural elders on previous incarnations of primitivism, a lot of times it's our own revisionism of their intentions that leads to the perception, and a discussion of how we can seek to balance it now. Good stuff. But not something to write my thesis on... sigh... hrrrrrrrrrrrm. Other panicked sounds. Are you reading anything interesting?
Shit! I forgot to hold tribute to this photograph the other day!
Man, in my rush for content I almost forgot my referrals! Once again, you know... fill out one of the offers and you get me closer to a free camera/ipod, and you can start it yourself. Open to US & Canada residents...
cameras4free
and Free photo ipods
I think that Intepols 'Specialist' is the most frequently played song on my computer...
Man, so my video card is too lame to support The Sims 2. This is incredibly lame, since I was looking forward to playing this for a while. Uhm... I could justify it in a lot of ways, but really, I just wanted to make a bunch of little figures that resembled me and my friends and make them play with one another. Bah. BAH!
Unfortunately, my little computer probably can't even handle an upgrade... I don't even have a legitimate video card, but rather, Intel Extreme or something (XTREEM, perhaps?)... my computer doesn't actually have a tower. Bah. I was aware of the aesthetic advantages of this setup when I purchased it, but it's quite disenheartening to be unable to use all of it to the full advantage.
Does anyone have a video card with which I could cruelly experiment?
Speaking of, I also received a new external HD in the mail today... unfortunately, it's locked away in the mail room. As I have an impossible amount of freedom, I'm thinking of just staying up until 9 a.m. and then retrieving it from the mail room. Oh, the life of a rebel. Diurnal, nocturnal -- these are just cultural constructs that aim to restrict my sleeping patterns. (I'm not sure what the whole daylight/lack thereof is all about, though. Meh! Although in this sort of gloomy weather, the daylight isn't that notable, anyway.)
Burning a bunch of CDs to the computer. I received a $30 gift certificate to the iTunes music store. Any suggestions? Currently burning Cheb Mami's Meli Meli, and then I'm going to stick this Muslimgauze onto my computer. I don't know about you, but there's all sorts of fun intersections between organic and appropriated going on HERE. Ahh ha ha.
Is anyone else confused/scared/ecstatic over the cowbell in 'Diamond Dogs'? Yeah, I'll bet you've never noticed. Cowbell is surprisingly integral to a LOT of damn good music. I don't know why.
While in Los Angeles I saw an INCREDIBLE exhibit: BodyWorlds. Essentially, the scientist behind this technology uses a system of replacing all of the waters and fats in a body with plastic, creating perfectly plastinated (that is the term) bodies. Example:
This is a photograph of the inventor with one of his bodies. Notice that the body is sliced twice, lengthwise, and pulled apart to reveal the internal organs... this is a real body, perfectly preserved. Remarkable!
I'm currently reading 'Gone Primitive' by Mariana Torgovnick. It's pretty good, so far. From what I've gleaned, she's arguing that although we have been able to call our cultural elders on previous incarnations of primitivism, a lot of times it's our own revisionism of their intentions that leads to the perception, and a discussion of how we can seek to balance it now. Good stuff. But not something to write my thesis on... sigh... hrrrrrrrrrrrm. Other panicked sounds. Are you reading anything interesting?
Shit! I forgot to hold tribute to this photograph the other day!
Man, in my rush for content I almost forgot my referrals! Once again, you know... fill out one of the offers and you get me closer to a free camera/ipod, and you can start it yourself. Open to US & Canada residents...
cameras4free
and Free photo ipods
Happy Xmas, war is oh--- oh, I don't.
Nothing particularly exciting happened this Christmas. It's good to be with my sisters, though. I have been realizing over the past few days that a very strong vein of artistic talent runs through my family. Apparently, my great-grandfather was a sculptor who decorated the interiors of a certain church in the Philippines. One of my sisters works for a well known movie studio, is part of a band that has released several albums, and makes stop action films in her spare time, while the other one also constantly creates, her painting technique becoming techincally quite admirable. My uncle is an incredible talent in visual depictions, although he prefers to stay solely in the realm of reality (paintings of photographs and skylines, etc). It's been one of the more inspiring parts of this visit. And, I suppose, I will just sit around and discuss what I see. It's pretty amusing to look at how completely theory-based all of my art is... funny that I've started exploring it only after being schooled in what it all 'means'. Is it strange to be unable to express myself in any way that is not accompanied by a minimum of five layers of meaning?
At least, I wish they didn't contradict each other. Sigh. It's all quite convoluted.
Which reminds me, I need to get started on my project for next semester, for which I have received funding. Essentially, I will be taking photographs of students around campus and having them fill out 'identification cards' where they write their name, occupation, and whether they are 'lost' or 'found'. Following that, I will create little i.d. cards for everyone, and then strategically hide them around campus. So, one's card may end up anywhere from in the middle of the stacks in the library to a dorm room or in another person's mailbox. The person on the card may or may not encounter their identification card, and for every person that has been photographed, their recognition of themselves as 'lost' or 'found' will be completely unique.
I'm excited.
It's strange to realize that I have degrees of desire that I've stopped wanting to articulate, even to myself. They can just lie there, unused and dormant.
So, like, dig it. (Digit!) I've actually accomplished my goal of receiving the five referrals for the 20 gig ipod! Ahh haha! *dances around manically* I sent the file to be approved by the company, and hopefully they won't claim that it is suspicious and put me on hold. Because, damn it, all of my referrals are random people (and many many thanks).
I went to Victoria's Secret today, and wanted to double check my sizing, so I asked one of the employees to check my bra size. She claimed I was a 34 A. WTF? I'm sorry, but if you look at my tits (well, if you employ your imagination), you can see that I'm... clearly not what she thinks I am. ('These are not the boobs you're looking for...' distraction and forgetting).
Cashed in a gift certificate at amazon.com today. Amongst the goodies:
LOTR: ROTK (lotter-rot-kuh, phonetically) - More Ents! More Lee! More awesome!
McLuhan's 'The Medium is the Massage' & 'Gutenberg Galaxy'. I read a wonderful essay in my Medieval Manuscript Illumination class about the affects of McLuhan's ideas in information transmission shifts, and now I have the leisure time to read it. Yes!
Making Faces - Aucoin. This is a makeup BIBLE, and one that I have meant to own for several years. I finally will.
Illegal Drugs: A Complete Guide to their History, Chemistry, Use and Abuse. -- A sensible balance to all of that Shulgin.
The Phaidon edition of Jenny Holzer's work. I am incredibly in love with her work and have been considering writing my thesis on her.
Did you get anything of note?
What are you doing for New Year's?
I still need referrals, however, for:
cameras4free
and Free photo ipods
Cameras4Free now accepts Canadians. So you can be as annoying as my bad self, oh neighbors to the North. *shake* The photo ipods, surely, is an ongoing project...
Nothing particularly exciting happened this Christmas. It's good to be with my sisters, though. I have been realizing over the past few days that a very strong vein of artistic talent runs through my family. Apparently, my great-grandfather was a sculptor who decorated the interiors of a certain church in the Philippines. One of my sisters works for a well known movie studio, is part of a band that has released several albums, and makes stop action films in her spare time, while the other one also constantly creates, her painting technique becoming techincally quite admirable. My uncle is an incredible talent in visual depictions, although he prefers to stay solely in the realm of reality (paintings of photographs and skylines, etc). It's been one of the more inspiring parts of this visit. And, I suppose, I will just sit around and discuss what I see. It's pretty amusing to look at how completely theory-based all of my art is... funny that I've started exploring it only after being schooled in what it all 'means'. Is it strange to be unable to express myself in any way that is not accompanied by a minimum of five layers of meaning?
At least, I wish they didn't contradict each other. Sigh. It's all quite convoluted.
Which reminds me, I need to get started on my project for next semester, for which I have received funding. Essentially, I will be taking photographs of students around campus and having them fill out 'identification cards' where they write their name, occupation, and whether they are 'lost' or 'found'. Following that, I will create little i.d. cards for everyone, and then strategically hide them around campus. So, one's card may end up anywhere from in the middle of the stacks in the library to a dorm room or in another person's mailbox. The person on the card may or may not encounter their identification card, and for every person that has been photographed, their recognition of themselves as 'lost' or 'found' will be completely unique.
I'm excited.
It's strange to realize that I have degrees of desire that I've stopped wanting to articulate, even to myself. They can just lie there, unused and dormant.
So, like, dig it. (Digit!) I've actually accomplished my goal of receiving the five referrals for the 20 gig ipod! Ahh haha! *dances around manically* I sent the file to be approved by the company, and hopefully they won't claim that it is suspicious and put me on hold. Because, damn it, all of my referrals are random people (and many many thanks).
I went to Victoria's Secret today, and wanted to double check my sizing, so I asked one of the employees to check my bra size. She claimed I was a 34 A. WTF? I'm sorry, but if you look at my tits (well, if you employ your imagination), you can see that I'm... clearly not what she thinks I am. ('These are not the boobs you're looking for...' distraction and forgetting).
Cashed in a gift certificate at amazon.com today. Amongst the goodies:
LOTR: ROTK (lotter-rot-kuh, phonetically) - More Ents! More Lee! More awesome!
McLuhan's 'The Medium is the Massage' & 'Gutenberg Galaxy'. I read a wonderful essay in my Medieval Manuscript Illumination class about the affects of McLuhan's ideas in information transmission shifts, and now I have the leisure time to read it. Yes!
Making Faces - Aucoin. This is a makeup BIBLE, and one that I have meant to own for several years. I finally will.
Illegal Drugs: A Complete Guide to their History, Chemistry, Use and Abuse. -- A sensible balance to all of that Shulgin.
The Phaidon edition of Jenny Holzer's work. I am incredibly in love with her work and have been considering writing my thesis on her.
Did you get anything of note?
What are you doing for New Year's?
I still need referrals, however, for:
cameras4free
and Free photo ipods
Cameras4Free now accepts Canadians. So you can be as annoying as my bad self, oh neighbors to the North. *shake* The photo ipods, surely, is an ongoing project...
I had a weird dream last night that involved guys with whom I've been involved in a sexual manner within the past 18 months or so. Well, a few significant ones. Waking up left me... not horny, but filled with a LOT of unresolved sexual tension and yearning. So so so weird. I very vividly remember this part from my dream where one of them ran into me while we were on the street and he was with his parents (?) doing some bizarre missionary work... and I remember, from the dream, the sensation of his touching the top of my spine/nape of my neck and breathing on it... oh Jesus. Which means that today, I've been thinking about a lot of strange things that I've done and haven't done... and I wonder if I should/have. Ah. Regret. Or not. Maybe it's better that I don't know.
Is there just a lot of sex that I haven't had that I should have had, and conversely, a lot of sex that I really really should have? I don't know... but then again, sex can also function as a symbol of many emotions, without being exclusively related to the physical process. Certain gestures and movements can convey exactly the same passions. Oh oh oh...
I have definitely day-dreamt about certain things that will never happen. I have also wished that certain things had not.
But oh, at least I've managed to be true to one person for a long time. That is very amazing for me.
Watched The Phantom of the Opera. It was... well, exactly what I expected. Very very melodramatic and full of sap. Also, it basically, except for two plot points, adhered pretty much entirely to the libretto, which I really appreciated. However, the actors were pretty unengaging (although Gerard Butler is definitely hot. Yum. However, his performance wasn't very... errmmm... repressedly seductive enough? Hm.) and subtleties like Christine's transformation to talented performer were... um... nonexistent.
The direction of 'Point of No Return' was pretty amazing, however. I loved the set design. However, it was mainly Moulin Rouge within the postmodern pastiche and a stick up its butt, save for a few scenes.
I also don't understand why they ADDED shitty electric guitar to the title theme...
But, uhm, yeah, that guy who played the Phantom, despite a few disagreeably-hit notes, looked like he would dominate in bed in a pretty nice way.
There was also a trailer for the Hellblazer movie, ridiculously entitled Constantine. God save us ALL. KEANU REEVES WAS NEVER MEANT TO DO THIS. WE ARE NO LONGER IN GOD'S COUNTRY.
Man, I remember when I was 10 and hooked on this stuff. Gaston Leroux's novel of the same name is a lot of fun, in a much less melodramatic and much more pulpily trash way. Meh. So it goes.
Christmas is coming. What have you gotten for your local mythic, man-eating SuicideGirl?
Being home is pretty stressful. My sister and mom were fighting for most of the day, meaning that I got to sit around very awkwardly a lot. Being the youngest means you don't normally get caught in the middle of things...
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Free ipods. I still totally need one more. Why oh why.
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Is there just a lot of sex that I haven't had that I should have had, and conversely, a lot of sex that I really really should have? I don't know... but then again, sex can also function as a symbol of many emotions, without being exclusively related to the physical process. Certain gestures and movements can convey exactly the same passions. Oh oh oh...
I have definitely day-dreamt about certain things that will never happen. I have also wished that certain things had not.
But oh, at least I've managed to be true to one person for a long time. That is very amazing for me.
Watched The Phantom of the Opera. It was... well, exactly what I expected. Very very melodramatic and full of sap. Also, it basically, except for two plot points, adhered pretty much entirely to the libretto, which I really appreciated. However, the actors were pretty unengaging (although Gerard Butler is definitely hot. Yum. However, his performance wasn't very... errmmm... repressedly seductive enough? Hm.) and subtleties like Christine's transformation to talented performer were... um... nonexistent.
The direction of 'Point of No Return' was pretty amazing, however. I loved the set design. However, it was mainly Moulin Rouge within the postmodern pastiche and a stick up its butt, save for a few scenes.
I also don't understand why they ADDED shitty electric guitar to the title theme...
But, uhm, yeah, that guy who played the Phantom, despite a few disagreeably-hit notes, looked like he would dominate in bed in a pretty nice way.
There was also a trailer for the Hellblazer movie, ridiculously entitled Constantine. God save us ALL. KEANU REEVES WAS NEVER MEANT TO DO THIS. WE ARE NO LONGER IN GOD'S COUNTRY.
Man, I remember when I was 10 and hooked on this stuff. Gaston Leroux's novel of the same name is a lot of fun, in a much less melodramatic and much more pulpily trash way. Meh. So it goes.
Christmas is coming. What have you gotten for your local mythic, man-eating SuicideGirl?
Being home is pretty stressful. My sister and mom were fighting for most of the day, meaning that I got to sit around very awkwardly a lot. Being the youngest means you don't normally get caught in the middle of things...
So -- heads up. cameras4free. Sign up for a referral, fulfill it, help me get a free camera and get one for yourself, too. THIS PLACE NOW ACCEPTS CANADIANS. SHIZZLE.
Free ipods. I still totally need one more. Why oh why.
Free photo ipods. Photo ipods. I would love it if I could get some help on this.
Slow day. Cold as molasses.
Today when I was on the bus, the girl in the row ahead of me was filling out job applications. She put hearts where the dots on the top of her letters ought to be. Weird.
Bought some Christmas presents today, down at Saturday market. I saw some guy wearing an SG shirt at the food court while I was eating a spring roll. Are you punk enough? (Or rather, enuff?)
I was very much struck by how WONDERFUL the weather is. Even if the sun went golden and dim by 3:30 p.m. (Jesus), crossing over the Willamette on a perfectly sunny day in December is a strange and incredible experience. It does help justify the gloomier days a bit more.
Fell into a complete pothole this evening and napped, waking up only for three minutes for a friend to call to say that she'd broken up with her boyfriend. (Again.) Poor bunnies, both of them. Zzzzz. Back to snooze.
I had a dream... in it, we were lying together and I commented that it was funny he'd missed his flight that morning. "No I didn,t," he said, crinkling his nose.
"Oh. You're just a figment of my imagination!" I pouted and just held him more. It was only sad when I woke up...
He flew back this morning, leavingat 6 a.m. Ah well. I'll see him in a couple weeks again. My primary envy is that he's going to go off and enjoy the new MOMA. Oh, I wish.... *pop*
I hope my prof didn't think that my paper was too... twee. I mean, an essay about an art object in our collection that turns into a discussion about how artifically imposed gallery value renders objects impractical (in a maoist sense), so it's therefore ridiculous... how delightfully post.
So now I'm sitting alone, playing the Sims, downloading Thursday night's Daily Show.
He left me about two ounces of a badass kif salad. What am I going to DO with all of this? Beuller?
Ah. Now, where is my lighter?
I feel a little too burned out on my own observations. I think this is a setup for a Murakami novel. Or at least short story.
And you know, I never stop pimping.
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Free ipods. I still need that elusive ONE! MORE! REFERRAL! I don't know why it keep mocking me. Aaaugh.
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Why I do post these again and again? Because people don't sign up that frequently. However, it's now past being a flashy internet phenomenon and is regarded as something legitimate but takes time. Ride the second-wave bandwagon!
Today when I was on the bus, the girl in the row ahead of me was filling out job applications. She put hearts where the dots on the top of her letters ought to be. Weird.
Bought some Christmas presents today, down at Saturday market. I saw some guy wearing an SG shirt at the food court while I was eating a spring roll. Are you punk enough? (Or rather, enuff?)
I was very much struck by how WONDERFUL the weather is. Even if the sun went golden and dim by 3:30 p.m. (Jesus), crossing over the Willamette on a perfectly sunny day in December is a strange and incredible experience. It does help justify the gloomier days a bit more.
Fell into a complete pothole this evening and napped, waking up only for three minutes for a friend to call to say that she'd broken up with her boyfriend. (Again.) Poor bunnies, both of them. Zzzzz. Back to snooze.
I had a dream... in it, we were lying together and I commented that it was funny he'd missed his flight that morning. "No I didn,t," he said, crinkling his nose.
"Oh. You're just a figment of my imagination!" I pouted and just held him more. It was only sad when I woke up...
He flew back this morning, leavingat 6 a.m. Ah well. I'll see him in a couple weeks again. My primary envy is that he's going to go off and enjoy the new MOMA. Oh, I wish.... *pop*
I hope my prof didn't think that my paper was too... twee. I mean, an essay about an art object in our collection that turns into a discussion about how artifically imposed gallery value renders objects impractical (in a maoist sense), so it's therefore ridiculous... how delightfully post.
So now I'm sitting alone, playing the Sims, downloading Thursday night's Daily Show.
He left me about two ounces of a badass kif salad. What am I going to DO with all of this? Beuller?
Ah. Now, where is my lighter?
I feel a little too burned out on my own observations. I think this is a setup for a Murakami novel. Or at least short story.
And you know, I never stop pimping.
cameras4free. Sign up for a referral, fulfill it, help me get a free camera and get one for yourself, too.
Free ipods. I still need that elusive ONE! MORE! REFERRAL! I don't know why it keep mocking me. Aaaugh.
Free photo ipods. Photo ipods. I would love it if I could get some help on this.
Why I do post these again and again? Because people don't sign up that frequently. However, it's now past being a flashy internet phenomenon and is regarded as something legitimate but takes time. Ride the second-wave bandwagon!
Roar! Dinosaur!
Oh man, nearly 5 a.m. and I've gotten a good rough draft of this research paper done. In addition, Deltron 3030 is a bomb album.
Sorry I haven't had time to rock the mad scrillin' gs (SuicideGs, this is how we roll), everyone. Stupid... finals... and academics.
Nothing interesting, really. Uhm, rocked the SGPDX holiday party last night. I am very happy that I did not want anything very much, or else I would have had my ass kicked in a funny way. Instead I just got to laugh at people.
Thursday night's party went well. However, it kicked off with this guy here at my school going into full-blown psychosis and being carried off, screaming, by the cops, to be taking to a sanitarium. Apparently, a few years ago, he was going around school thinking he was the messiah. He was taken to the hospital last weekend, TOO, but had checked himself out immediately. I really hope he gets the help he needs.
But because of that, the party was kind of a dark thing for me, although lots of people loved it. Unfortunately, we had one DJ whose idea of good trippy dance music involves cats screaming and shit. As musch as I love People Like Us, I'd much rather listen to something like Squarepusher on occasion like that...
My hard drive is still fucked. FUCK FUCK.
I should take a nap (aka sleep) before I revise this paper...
At the end of this post, the inevitable free ipods & free camera offer! I actually got one of these offers to go through, though it was a gift certificate for Victoria's Secret. I just received it in the mail this week. Yay! Anyway, here:
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Oh man, nearly 5 a.m. and I've gotten a good rough draft of this research paper done. In addition, Deltron 3030 is a bomb album.
Sorry I haven't had time to rock the mad scrillin' gs (SuicideGs, this is how we roll), everyone. Stupid... finals... and academics.
Nothing interesting, really. Uhm, rocked the SGPDX holiday party last night. I am very happy that I did not want anything very much, or else I would have had my ass kicked in a funny way. Instead I just got to laugh at people.
Thursday night's party went well. However, it kicked off with this guy here at my school going into full-blown psychosis and being carried off, screaming, by the cops, to be taking to a sanitarium. Apparently, a few years ago, he was going around school thinking he was the messiah. He was taken to the hospital last weekend, TOO, but had checked himself out immediately. I really hope he gets the help he needs.
But because of that, the party was kind of a dark thing for me, although lots of people loved it. Unfortunately, we had one DJ whose idea of good trippy dance music involves cats screaming and shit. As musch as I love People Like Us, I'd much rather listen to something like Squarepusher on occasion like that...
My hard drive is still fucked. FUCK FUCK.
I should take a nap (aka sleep) before I revise this paper...
At the end of this post, the inevitable free ipods & free camera offer! I actually got one of these offers to go through, though it was a gift certificate for Victoria's Secret. I just received it in the mail this week. Yay! Anyway, here:
cameras4free . Sign up with legitimate info, get a free camera and my wet adoration.
Free photo ipods, also
In addition, I STILL need ONE MORE REFERRAL for a free ipod.
I just installed another 512 mgs of memory in my computer. I realized that I'm not going to be able to afford another computer for a while, so I may as well just make this one as workable and happy as possible. So, yay!
One of my primary revelations last night is:
We're in such a post-structuralist sort of world in which our tenets of reference have become totally shifted. With writers there are countless bases to which we can attribute their writings. Women are constantly perceived through a gendered lens. Nigerian writers through a national lens, etc --
Why can't we do drug-based critical theory?
I mean, obviously it's easy to say that "Freud's psychology is based on his cocaine use" but what about the basis of a lot of William James' writing as rooted in his nitrous use? There MUST be a sub-genre of English Romantic Opium poetry vs. without. 'Alice in Wonderland' can surely be dissected with an eye to the drug imagery and its influence on Carroll's choices.
Another thing I wish was that there were more prominent artists that had art firmly rooted in drug use. Of course, such art would likely be critically derided. But damn, I am waiting for the day when Cindy Sherman releases a series of prints based on her personal drug use...
One can easily say that drug use does not necessarily have bearing on one's artistic/academic production, but many of these people have clearly admitted to drug use (see: before the social stigma surrounding cocaine and its inclusion in many fieldnotes, the use of opium in certain literatures) and if in this post-structuralist era we're going to be constantly shifting perspectives, why can't we -- change our point of view, as it were?
What do you think, hos and cherrios?
p.s. Photo shoot went well. ALL RIGHT.
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In addition, I need ONE MORE REFERRAL for a free ipod. The suspense is killing me. AUGH.
One of my primary revelations last night is:
We're in such a post-structuralist sort of world in which our tenets of reference have become totally shifted. With writers there are countless bases to which we can attribute their writings. Women are constantly perceived through a gendered lens. Nigerian writers through a national lens, etc --
Why can't we do drug-based critical theory?
I mean, obviously it's easy to say that "Freud's psychology is based on his cocaine use" but what about the basis of a lot of William James' writing as rooted in his nitrous use? There MUST be a sub-genre of English Romantic Opium poetry vs. without. 'Alice in Wonderland' can surely be dissected with an eye to the drug imagery and its influence on Carroll's choices.
Another thing I wish was that there were more prominent artists that had art firmly rooted in drug use. Of course, such art would likely be critically derided. But damn, I am waiting for the day when Cindy Sherman releases a series of prints based on her personal drug use...
One can easily say that drug use does not necessarily have bearing on one's artistic/academic production, but many of these people have clearly admitted to drug use (see: before the social stigma surrounding cocaine and its inclusion in many fieldnotes, the use of opium in certain literatures) and if in this post-structuralist era we're going to be constantly shifting perspectives, why can't we -- change our point of view, as it were?
What do you think, hos and cherrios?
p.s. Photo shoot went well. ALL RIGHT.
p.p.s. And as always, help me out with getting a free camera and ipod! cameras4free . Sign up with legitimate info, get a free camera and my wet adoration.
Free photo ipods, also
In addition, I need ONE MORE REFERRAL for a free ipod. The suspense is killing me. AUGH.
