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...
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Those Victoria Secret Ladies don't know shit! The same thing happened to me a few years ago, when my boobs were much fuller. I had been wearing a 34 D for as long as I could remember. The lady thought I was taking in the wrong size, offered to measure me, and it came out to a 34 B. So, to amuse her, I tried on the B and showed it to her. At that time I was coming out of the top and sides so terribly. She was confused, so I tried to D on which fit perfectly. She asked if she could measure me again because she didn't see how she could be so off. Well, she was. Anyways. It's funny that it happened to someone else. Now I know they're just plain stupid.
what do you mean you *wish* you could do me? DO ME!!!!!