| Funny pictures |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|08:24 pm] |
Today I posed for a class of middle school students getting ready to apply to art high schools. It was a portrait class where they were told to focus on my face and use crazy colors to tell the story they saw in it. During and after, the instructor encouraged me to walk around and check them out. I only was able to get shots of the first round, but it was still interesting. Here are some that I found kind of funny/interesting.
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[Nov. 12th, 2009|09:32 pm] |
투명 is the rain is the ant's claw piercing my skull. It's possible they were never in the palms but gained Sunday by Joan Curving. Then the French drain moved them away. It was a relief. And tho you can't hear how I'm saying this, let's just assume it sounds like a rain of ants heard from above.
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[Nov. 11th, 2009|08:52 pm] |
May my hands might better identify you. Steel concerns abruptly. The instant resigned from the administration for improbable conduct. If you look into it, the further away moves. Which is why, yes, I might just might. Why are you reading me that way? I'm not reading you at all. But here you are anyway, of a sorts. Equivalent to several days of hurricane.
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| I'll be your mirror. |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|11:12 am] |
Hand embroidery on vintage linen.
I love this song and I get chills when I hear these kids singing!
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| im yours |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|12:05 am] |
you are my adopted city
all freeways and valleys
cool nights and blue orange sunsets
i will live within your hills for a time
for now
but my heart truly belongs to another
a scorned ordinary love
a love full of brick and concrete
of trees and brick
of streets with names
your seasons confound me and your buds confuse me
and i will love for a time
for time of sudden dips
and lane changes
of relaxing
and coolness
but there is no crunch
no crunch of people and hurry
cars cannot express the same urgency
the same love
so enjoy me now
temporarily
because i plan on leaving you
i wish i could stay
with my shy tenderness of your
oceans
and winding roads
and strip malls
and bright lights
but my bright lights exist elsewhere
where small yellow lights against black buildings
summon within me a feeling so strong and familiar
i'll finally know
know i'm home
and safe |
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[Nov. 10th, 2009|08:43 am] |
Her poultry defies categories. It shouldn't fly, but it does. Her poultry is both political and apolitical. Her poultry complicates things. Have you seen her poultry?
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[Nov. 9th, 2009|09:28 pm] |
Who do as nights seem thru pipe seam song; our skin the daymare recedes into viticulture. At last acnestis makes a pearl of you; your utter surface meets my utterance surface. What teeth! Who might hear the stations of the Cross Bronx, arbiter of air bridges, might meet our maker--Bob Moses--our very own Picasshole. And to think of what little harm he'd'a done as poet/swimmer instead of swimmer/drowner (that is, the latter, transitively (e.g. the Gowanus fiasco, or all thru Harlem). ¡este dichoso ordenador! Brilliance--a complex series of tubes--leads only to birling. Are we not all flesh-and-blood bots?
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| kind of funny |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|09:38 pm] |
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I forgot to mention it last night, but one of the students in the drawing class I worked last night drew me as a superhero. I found that pretty amusing. |
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| Also |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|10:02 pm] |
I got offered my first paying nutrition-related writing gig today. I'm going to be co-writing a piece for an ADA student publication. It's a place to start. I'm super-excited and can't wait to start interviewing people. I definitely want to do a good job.
I'm also in a good mood because I only had to pose for one hour tonight for an animation class but still will get paid for the full three hours.
On the way home, I stopped at American Apparel, which Chris had told me to check out because it's apparently not sucking this season. He was right. I bought myself two early birthday gifts that will fit in very nicely with my other clothes. |
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| On Parental Approval |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|10:00 pm] |
While waiting on line
to get into the audition
for "Who Wants to Be
a Millionaire," my father
tells Chris that after
all these years and
all these dollars
spent on poetry and science,
he still wishes
I had gone into TV.
Every time we talk
about the nutrition
career I'm working toward
he has a million ideas
for TV segments
and book tours
and my own healthy-
living HBO show.
When I was doing
stand-up bitter
erotica almost every night,
he used to tell me
I should write
screenplays.
For television.
Some things, I suppose,
never change. |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|09:58 pm] |
We were too big to flail so don't take us so glitterally. We were caught up in the chopper blades above us. We were eyes in the skies, and the bees in our knees were humming the architecture. Behind them the catacombs of honey glistened on the decomposing bone. That must mean our legs were buried, and we prayed for the amortization of our soul. We were a cunning so vast the lingua franca could not hold us. We began to newspeak in tongues, repeating in glottals. We achieved velic closure in coronals such as:
zoo see that thud
vision she name
We were apical and laminal, domed from the start.
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|11:28 am] |
Fern Green Tower (2000) by Dale Chihuly - Corning Museum of Glass
Scale in second glass, o citizen, know this green is yours also, if in theory only enters what I take to be your takeoutaway. At the altar will you draw me as alternate--altarnation? Full dis. Closure. Disenclosure. Make your To Do listless and start the odditions. El día de tu muerte suerte. What it means to carry a state? Stirs in chalk a day from full on its blue slate board still lit by a setting. A trail of recirculating absence--monarch displacement while the right voice let go nails its echoing.
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| Halloween |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|07:12 pm] |
This year was much better than last year. One of Chris' bands hosted a show/party at their space in Chelsea, which also has a stage/gallery area, and his other band also played. There were a lot of people there that I knew, and almost everyone was in costume, myself included (even if I did throw together a hippie/my-mother-is-a-hypnotist uniform at the last minute). The music was good and I got to see some good people. Drinking for free also helps—plus, it makes it a little easier to put that drink down when you think you're getting close to your limit...
One of maybe two photos of me in existence from this year's celebration. It's of me and my friend Dan from college, whose roommate came armed with a giant frame and a polaroid camera...
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| Pumpkin time! |
[Oct. 31st, 2009|07:05 pm] |
Maybe Mount Pleasant doesn't have as many children as I thought... At this rate we're going to have far, far too many leftover peanut butter cups.
I made my pumpkin entirely of eyes -- as with so many pumpkin design concepts, it sounded better as an idea than it turned out in execution.
The children in the purple house across the street have set up a tent in their front yard, and inside the tent they have put a stereo playing a looping soundtrack of random dialogue from scary movies, people saying 'Hello? Hello?', etc. It is remarkably effective. We on the other hand have pumpkins and a fake spider web hanging across our door. I had to reassure my roomate that Hallowe'en was not in fact a competition, and the kids would be able to go to our house as well as those with superior decorations. |
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