the little things

1. free 40s at the Critical Art Ensemble's Block Party, plus orange juice on my food stamps.
2. I finally figured out how to important citations directly from zotero to open office...
3. 6 pages of bullshit into the infographics chapter of my thesis.
4. it's springtime.

I don't want to go back to school this week, I want to stay home and work on my paper.

nothing new!!!!!

I got my new email address for graduate school yesterday! immediately emailed nadia, the only person i know at PNCA. absolutely immediately.

So yeah, I've  been spending too much time dreaming about portland apartments and freaking out about how much money it'll cost to live there--probably need to gag on a chill pill and quit thinking so hard about it, cause I'm planning on taking out student loans so I don't have to work while I'm in school... and hopefully take this certificate program at the IPRC. Maximize my debt-time.

I just got back from California yesterday. Got to hang out with K-pup for a solid week of fun and sun. Went to a goth club in LA with Lizet and walked out to see a fire hydrant geysering water into the air higher than the surrounding buildings, bought some rad dudes playing cards in San Francisco and played dungeons and dragons with Blair and Jake in Berkeley. Those are just the highlights. I will BLOG my photos eventually. They are mostly of Kendra in front of different things that we saw.

You know how right before people move, they absolutely fall in love with their old home and start having serious doubts about the future? Well, it doesn't seem like that's going on for me. It's been really hard to not feel super checked out and totally done with life here. Maybe it's time to sit around a bonfire or go out to the bar more often or actually make out with someone. put some sizzle back into life. whatever. or just stick it out til I move on to a life of burying my greasy little head in some books and riding my soggy bike through the rain.

i've been pretty stoked on this lady, alice austen. she was a gay jock photographer and total ham who hung out with her girlfriends-- dressing up in drag, playing sports and taking photos in the late 1800s.

I have also been really into this book, mostly for the goofy lions and cool clock towers.

I got a new ring!



(hi ollie and kendra!!!! I think you're the only two people who read this, so I am updating just for you from now on! My dad told me a story about being in San Francisco and a bunch of hippies getting mad at him cause he was nervous about something and was harshing their high.)

i'm not judging you, i'm judging me.

my sister told me a story today that almost made me cry. i've been feeling restless and unhealthy. there's a place where i can take yiddish lessons on monday nights, think i might do it! i talked to mark on the phone tonight and felt really homesick and lonely for olympia. I'm going to try to stop eating sugar again, it's making me crazy and i'm breaking out and my face is always puffy. it's so cold too. i want to fix up my room and fix up my mood and fix up the future.



ew, have you heard the REM cover of academy fight song? it's so horrible.



EXTREME TAKING-PHOTOS-OF-MYSELF-AT-MIDNIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!
rules: lean as far back as possible and hit buttons with toes.

my brother sent me this photo of my grandma and uncle freddy

today i am going to make dried apricot jam, hopefully to be a part of some gluten-free gingersnap sort of things.

an i hate new york day

this morning I went to dreamland exhibit at the MoMA with Oliver. By the way (and Oliver, I

hope that this doesn't embarrass you), one of the things I love most in the world about my twin brother is hearing him play Benny and the Jets on the piano whenever we're at our parents house. Anyway, this dreamland exhibition was so rad. It was super small, which bummed me out a little-- I wanted it to be gigantic and lose-yourself expansive. It brought me back to the feeling I had the first time I looked through Delirious New York, realizing how mystical and magical an imagination of a city could really be. It was so different from any kind of urban theory I'd ever known before. I remembered that I bought Collage City by Colin Rowe and Fred Koetter right before I left Olympia, so I pulled it out from the jumbled mess of books I've got going, and that shit is tttiiiiiigghhhhttt! Here's some superstudio pictures from the internet:


ps: just to keep this thing legit, online journal style, I'm feeling super lonely and finicky today and I just can't seem to shake this crazy funk. Someone sent me flowers today , but I'm feeling too down and out to let my spirits get lifted. Sleep it off and be pumped tomorrow.

iconic moments from the 20th century, reenacted by glasgow senior citizens.

jeffrey lewis's history of punk rock on the lower east side, available for download, on the internet.


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