May 2013
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XP Drawing Class Projects
“Andy: “Is this Maude’s Iced Coffee that got frozen?”
Me:...”
April 2013
4 posts
I like how when you use the word uglily, suddenly there is a flower.
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Day9 Bucks
Dreamt I was secretly squatting in a big, modern loft, shared by a bunch of wealthy 20-somethings, including Sophia Chen and Sean Plott, after Sophia invited me over to have brunch with her and her friends. I could turn invisible if I adequately charged up my invisibility pack and could sleep on the nice, long modular cream couches in the living room. Events included trying to find a bathroom...
March 2013
7 posts
I was freaking about the fact that Charles from sculpture class made it into artforum, but TIL that his daddy is established pattern painter Stephen Westfall. Of course? Of course.
lotusland: an idyllic realm of contentment and self-indulgence
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Sprang Brake
SF during the day
SF at night!
SF as seen from…Bernal Heights? I think.
Andy and his two pet pigeons
The DeYoung
Some Hirst meat
Some more meat to round out this post. Can’t have enough meat!
From the r
from the ruins of empire
from the rough
from the rising of the sun
from the ritz to the rubble
google poems →
google poetics →
February 2013
4 posts
Like Star Hotel and Home, Everything Complete.
I was wondering when and where the phrase “noworries” entered my internet lexicon. And then I remembered…Hamtaro.
In other news, Andy has found a potentially great deal on a temporary place in sf. It’s located in Chinatown, it’s super cheap, spacious, and has all the amenities (wifi, washer and dryer, stove, fridge etc); the only problem is that it’s a room...
Nothing that requires my immediate attention today! But laundry. If feels so good. Oh yeah, also state of the union. I may have a show at the Cove and/or CircleSquare lined up. Every fiance that accompanies the bride in SYTTD gives off major gay vibes.
“Seriously, throw some pies in, my friends. Come on! I’ll catch the pies with the pants I wear all the time.”
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Skin Magic
Dreamt I was in the plaza of some mall (probably that same dream mall I always return to), only 16-bit video game style, and the objective was to shoot at the suited assassin men coming towards me. They looked a bit like lego duplo men. The duplo men were relatively easy to fight off; they went down with just one well-paced shot, but the mini bosses that scattered the arena were these fat,...
I’m thinking field painting/field notes
January 2013
9 posts
that new commercial for the open hearts collection from kay jewelers is decidedly predatory.
I’m going to write this here so I don’t forget: When Andy visited last month he accidentally said “I’m going to make myself a peanut butter and jelly and cheese sandwich”
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Ugh. I just watched the video of POTUS and FLOTUS dancing at the inaugural ball and started crying. They are America’s prom king and queen. Probably my period is coming.
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Tiny, hastily drawn dead birds for my xp drawing what is essentially an art therapy class.
TIL that Nate Silver is gay. No idea. I should be studying or at least working on my sketchbook.
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I am Sherlocked
Dreamt that I was a brit that just moved into some fairly secluded house in the English countryside. I go into the car port garage and discover two squatters — both guys around my age, British as well, and that one is a werewolf and the other can walk through walls. (Like that TV show that I’ve been meaning to watch. I guess I’m the ghost? Not in this dream, though.). And right...
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Pink Electric Pulse
Dreamt this morning that I was part of a university test class, hand selected for IQ and physical prowess, for testing out a virtual reality server built into one of the school’s older buildings. The classic motif of being late for class and getting lost in oddly shaped corridors reared it’s head, accompanied by scary music school practice rooms, a rounded, open, central science office...
December 2012
8 posts
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Cat Love of My Life
Roark was euthanized this morning. He was the cat love of my life. I care about him more than I care about most people. We buried him in Mare and Gare’s backyard, beneath a very delicately pretty birch sapling. There were nasty ant piles everywhere to protect him in the afterlife. I will go back there with some sort of stone marker once I find or make the right one. After we brought him to...
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I’m really digging Kent Rogowski’s puzzle pieces, despite the title of the series (love=love).
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It’s raining pretty hard. Roark is freaking but Pook Pook has not one fuck to give.
A Not Warring, Post-Apocalyptic or High Fantasy...
Last night/game night I passed around a list of Sims 3 traits and instructed everyone to pick the five that they thought represented themselves the best.
Jobby - insane, workaholic, flirty, ambitious, friendly
Gavin - unlucky, genius, absent-minded, good sense of humor, neurotic (originally good, changed to neurotic on my suggestion)
Rich - loves the outdoors, workaholic, good, frugal,...
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My Stressy Schedule for Tomorrow
wakeup
medicine and blood at 7
feed cats
clean litter box
take out trash
shower
call credit card company
eat breakfast
go to wood shop
come home
medicine at 10
lunch if time
text matt a reminder (and whether he needs to do blood)
go to class at ihub
finish at woodshop if necessary
medicine at 4
eat if hungry/ take a break!
medicine and blood at 6
go to cfop to get vellum(closes...
November 2012
6 posts
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I dreamt last night that I was in the early stages of befriending Taylor Swift. She would pick me up in her fancy red car to go to work (or school?) and we would talk about boys while painting our toenails. WHAT DREAM MEAN
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My Thanksgiving Weekend
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Today I’m tossing around the idea of painting microscopic images. I know it could be art school trite, but I’m thinking of doing a microscopic image/archetypal symbolism combo — and not in a field or pattern painting but something more gestalt and landscaped. The literature of blood represented in a painted blood cell, or a snowflake or a strand of hair etc. I don’t know....
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Same Potus
I don’t usually want things to stay the same (because I’m usually unhappy and dissatisfied with my self-person and life-direction? Yes maybe.) but right now I do. Same pre-chill fall weather, please. Same living situation, same courseload and, I think, same potus (<3 obado). But I am not so much in love with now that I would, say, given the option, freeze time and relive these days...
October 2012
2 posts
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September 2012
9 posts
Double Date
Yesterday was a proper double date with fellow interracial couple, Tai and May. We braved damn tasty (but health risky) escolar and talked about the future. I’d met them before in removed circumstance, but I knew things would go well as May was sporting a blouse patterned with cats. May has a tiny, fobby confidence about her that puts me at ease. I’m trying to convince her to move to...
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Handkerchief Nut
The wood grain was lovely; I didn’t want to paint over it.
Buts I dids.
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Hopefully the next batch will make pretty. I should have reversed the blue and green area in the last one.
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Found you.
I saw Kenley from Project Runway at the Mall of Millennia today. She started out as some pretty lady telling Andy that the elevator was broken. She was wearing a bismol pink dress and had a gaggle of multi-ethnic children about her. I said to her “Kendall! It’s nice to meet you” and shook her hand because I guess that was my instinct. I’m pretty sure now that I called her...
