not a story, but a picture:
(hey! like a pitcher-book!)
p.s. i really wish someone had slipped emma bovary the arsenic around page 43. this woman is too self-centered to live. granted, her husband charles is complete oxygen-depletion personified, but GOOD GOD WOMAN. i wonder if "the vapors" were synonymous with middle-class ennui back in nineteenth century france? bleh.

http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=nordicglow&itemid=99306

this is taken from an art project i did for a class on celan and rilke last fall. it is a foine foine example of last minute bullduggery, esp. as i had made the pieces welllll before ever reading even a smidge of the course reading. wowsers.

i had this nagging thought that maybe today was daylight whooozits, but maybe it's just unnaturally light out at 7:30 for no reason? tommyknockers, anyone?
road trip to providence today. the afternoon to be filled with instances (well, instance, singular) of me breaking in (with key!) to my old place of employment so's i can write a paper on flaubert. ahhh, the manifold joys of being without a personal printer.
one month of school. this is scary like burning. itinerant wanderings, here come I.

a veddy veddy truncated and stream-of-self-consciousness bio (warning: mentions of roosters named Kurt Schwitters and pink pants and freedom people)

http://www.livejournal.com/users/nordicglow/137661.html

oops, addendum: for those curious about the "crime photography" part of my profile, i posted a couple pics at the suicidegirls livejournal community. yes, i look freakydead, heehee. it gives me the heebies, sorta.

http://www.livejournal.com/community/suicidegirls/190118.html

sorry for all the linksies. and you guys rock. i would spell it "rawkk," but i am not cool enough, heh.

today we took a break from lifestyles of the poor and sedentary and hiked up slippery slush-covered Bare Mountain. tomorrow, our computer-console rears will be aching like nobody's business. but nothing quite beats beer in thin atmosphere, heh.

being up there for some reason reminded me of this freaky book i read as a kid...kit williams' riddle-book "masquerade." the illustrations are fantastic. apparently it was some sort of cult classic in england.

i made this in response (p.s. this will really look like shitnola on macs. everything gets lightened like a michael jackson. )

http://www.girlsarewebsafe.com/beth/images/robinmasque.jpg

dorky photogirl updates.

apparently i am obsessed level=level monkeystar 10 with red and green. i'm surprised i don't stand gaping at traffic lights all the live-long day.

http://www.girlsarewebsafe.com/beth/images/hallwaymelt.jpg

http://www.girlsarewebsafe.com/beth/images/coca.jpg

http://www.girlsarewebsafe.com/beth/images/chair2.jpg

http://www.girlsarewebsafe.com/beth/images/chairhand2.jpg

heehee. color experiments with scooters and the 1960 das uberkomputers twin dork console (aka my room)

http://www.livejournal.com/users/nordicglow/136500.html

well, i'm very excited to have a new forum to discuss matters of art and photography...you all are such creative types that i'm eager to see your work and hear some feedback. i'm gradumacating into the big bad world of unemployed hobnobbery this spring, and have finally made a portfolio of sorts...

here's an exploration of an awesome greeneyred space in the boiler room of an old folks' home. rah for red chairs!
http://www.girlsarewebsafe.com/beth/images/base.jpg
mmm, marlboro hundreds. am i a secret cig size queen? forsooth!!
http://www.girlsarewebsafe.com/beth/images/cigarette.jpg
sinking in a puddle in scenic downtown rhode island. me likee the little cement footprints next to the sinkhole. there wil be no messiah-like walking on waters here, sadly. hee.
http://www.girlsarewebsafe.com/beth/images/alley6.jpg
the best store 24 window ever. root-toots for the holidays.
http://www.girlsarewebsafe.com/beth/images/happy.jpg
pretty gold paper skirt.
http://www.girlsarewebsafe.com/beth/images/basetwo.jpg

well, maximum photo saturation, probabl y. heehee. there's more at www.livejournal.com/users/nordicglow. or at my sg profile website.

love to all
xo
siv

reading laura mulvey makes siv crazy. the one thing i hate about reading literary theory is that, unlike a good old fashioned verbal rough-n-tussle, you can't reach across the table and scream at the book when it says idiot things like "women represent castration to all men."

i'm becoming quite the master of procrastination. yesterday, while doing work in the big ol' bibliotheque, the fire alarm rang and i had to go bask like a happy lizard in the sun while waiting for the friendly firemen to come. yay for big flat rocks and circumstantial work-preventions out of my control.

onwards and upwards, or perhaps just online-wards and up-stairs. icecream may be involved?

xo
siv

ranh. i've been trying desperately to find "the settings area" with a box to type in friends, but to no avail. all i gets in settings is a picture speed pulldown. mayhaps i am a redheaded stepchild?

any advice?

mmm. well, i have apparently arrive, although one local band show and four scotch and sodas later (thank yew, liz phair!), i am hardly in typing mode. thank jeebus for the two-fingered keyboardist approach, eh?

hi to everyone, and kisses. hmm. perhaps i will do a longer intro post when the room isn't revolving quite so much. yes, i am a lightweight. pity my weak ancestors and their inability to tipple properly.



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