roll call

i fixed the clock on our blog. now i want to know: is anyone else still awake? & desiring coffee?

Bated breath

R. Crumb has finished his graphic novel version of Genesis! Too bad my thesis was not actually about this. http://www.crumbproducts.com/

just because it's trite doesn't mean it isn't true

wait a minute...

Words(?)

So I have recently come back to my academic writing after a long and unpopular flirtation with screenwriting, and I am verily reminded of the fact that I have never made sense in college. I blame myself, but also the language which with I am supposed to write. I thought it could be a nice idea to list all the words that Word says you spelled wrong but you know you didn't.

i.e. locational, gentrifier, boosterist, reurbanization, romanticization, consolidationalist, suburbanization, ethnicized

"what are the signs of the end times?"

i just addressed an email to "pierre bourdieu" instead of writing a paragraph about him. 

well, doesn't HE look cozy.

And now..

back to my thesis:

for Dan/Andrea

dan: proof that t-pain's career has the potential to go everywhere and nowhere at once. 

unfortunately t-pain doesn't jizz in his pants on this one, and the dudes have clearly sacrificed some content in lieu of impressive melodic reproductions of every other song out there in the pitch correction universe,  but whateverr

blame it the dexexexexexedrine?

happy saturday!

more party ideas!

body painting / fake irony party

"ha, whatever, it's not like this is about boobies - we're way too evolved to care about boobies, but we'll go to any lengths to taunt the squares." (BONER)

steam room freakout party

this involves the freeman athletic center, hallucinogens, one of those "scary halloween" soundtracks, and pretty serious douchebags for friends.

postponed surgery party

if you have surgery coming up, postpone it and have a party instead!

malevolent forces of god and nature party

stand on the edge of a high place with your arms outstretched for 24  hours, come rain or come shine or come strong gusts of wind. not much of a party, but i'm doing it tonight!

Only better?

Just like nevver.com!

Personality Crisis

Campbell-Webster

I just had an incredible intellectual breakthrough! I was trying to write about the paradoxically conditional and yet exclusive "relationship" between God and his people but accidently wrote felationship.

felationship (n.) -- the state of affairs between those having relations whereby one person fellates the other creating a marked, if tenuous, social bond.

KILL ME

teleology

you guys, what happens to this blog come april 14? leah and shayna are clearly pushing for a fuck my thesis food blog metamorphosis, and i also have some ideas, including but not limited to "fuck my job search." i now present to you the theme song for our future:

is it too audacious to quote him ("i'm workin on my future, why you need to know my history") on my resume?

xox

I bring you,

 Pierre Herme.

Spring Fever

Talk about food porn:

(from doriegreenspan.com, a generally respectable site where the author mostly talks about baking dainty cookies. something is in the air.)

"...I discovered myself playing with a vanilla bean when what I was supposed to be doing was cooking with it. The bean was beautiful.  It was long and slender, but plump enough to squeeze, moist, but wrinkly and, as soon as I touched it, my fingers carried its scent.  What I needed to do was slice the bean in half lengthwise and release the inner seeds -- and I would -- but what I found myself doing was bending the bean up and down, rubbing its surface with my fingers and breathing in its perfume, deeply.  And, as I did this, I thought of Pierre Herme, whom I always think of when I've got a vanilla bean."

Is it for real? This is infinitely more exciting than my writing.

Good options.

"While many of you may be seeing the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel, there may be others who are not making the hoped-for progress or are making some headway but questioning whether they're going to finish by the 14th... You have some good options that Beth Labriola also can help you explore..."

Don't tease me, Louise.

Dance Parties In the Studio

I wish there was a way for me to psychically tell everyone that I am having a dance party with my paintings so everyone could join in.

Dance parties all alone are so less fun.

But still.

So much fun.

sometimes i love my thesis

because my research leads me to things like this: the best headline ever.

edit: "follow the Christian Research Journal on Twitter"???

happenings

just the other day i was sitting at my computer in the studio when i felt an itch just above my left ear. after a moment of searching i discovered that this was caused by the explorations of a small reddish brown ant. I removed him from my skull and continued to work. Admittedly this is not the first time i have pulled a bug out of my hair. Twenty minutes later my vision was interrupted by a tiny black blur. Eyes following its trajectory, i looked down to discover that another small ant had fallen through the air and landed on my left breast.

there are ants falling from my ceiling.

that is all.

hailing from art studio north.....

these days

i think a lot about what i'm going to do after april 14, other than attend all of andrea's parties. anyway, here's my best idea: ehow to build a teepee. paging cara stewart...

(smoke flaps indeed.)

my brain is made of melting plastic

FUCK

MY

THESIS

like you remember your life

sometimes i think of ideas for parties, like how other people think of band names. two great ideas:

that could be a hat party

this one is pretty zen. if you see something that could be a hat, put it on your head. then come to the party!

black-light zip-line joust party

people with enormous neon foam bats, zip-lining at each other from opposite ends of a large room with one chance to really WAM each other - in crazy neon costumes! in the dark! this party has the added benefit of two compound words in its title. 

Of course, Anna using "Ollie" in a sentence is a party right there.

Self Destruction

Spring break thesis work = self destruction (or a desire for it). Not as self-destructive as this.

I think an April 15th "Meta Pizza" party is in order...

I'm pretty sure there's a ghost with me up here on the 4th floor of pac

Too scared to provide my irrefutable evidence. Will elaborate tomorrow (today?) if I finish my outline/make it out alive. Oh sunrise, menthol cigarette, and Jonathan Richman song, why oh why have I taken you for granted for so long??!?

ugh

"Evangelical popular culture is a hyperreal construction. It creates a world in which Jesus is just an Ollie away."

I legitimately just wrote that sentence as part of my thesis. THAT IS NOT A COHERENT ARGUMENT.

SOS. SMT. Save My Thesis.

Intense...

So I was about to name my second chapter "Encounters with the Virtual" when I had a suspicion that maybe I shouldn't. For this reason:

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118088/

















Fuckmythesis.