25 December 2009
Christmas Haiku
02 December 2009
10 November 2009
Big Brother is Watching My Uterus - Part 3
14 October 2009
Big Brother is Watch My Uterus - Part 2
26 August 2009
Big Brother is Watching My Uterus - Part 1
This isn't so much a conspiracy theory as an observation- Big Brother is Watching My Uterus.
- a hysterectomy
- partner's vasectomy
- iud
- or hormonal birth control- the pill, patch, NuvaRing, Depo, etc.
17 July 2009
04 June 2009
I see you Mara.
28 May 2009
City Beautiful
I am beginning to really appreciate time spent on the train. I've been spending a lot of time in the city as of late and so a lot of time on the train as well. Its an hour of time with 'nothing else to do, nowhere else to go'. I could catch up on any one of the books I'm reading, or listen to my ipod- both of which I do occasionally- but the past few times, I've spent a large part of the trip just staring out the window, trying to let my thoughts come and go as they please.
The Legend of Billie Jean
16 May 2009
10 May 2009
04 May 2009
Complaint Department
22 April 2009
09 April 2009
Main Entry:mis·an·thropePronunciation:\ˈmi-sən-ˌthrōp\Function:nounEtymology:Greek misanthrōpos hating humankind, from misein to hate + anthrōpos human beingDate:1683: a person who hates or distrusts humankind
08 April 2009
This Body, This Breath
03 April 2009
Everything I Never Wanted
But everything I have feels in some way or another everything I never wanted. I'm still sitting there saying to myself 'this isn't the way things were supposed to be', even if it doesn't have that same feeling of desperation that it did 3 months ago.
I have an office job, customer service actually. I have to dress in 'work clothes' every day. Dress pants, nice shirts, high heels. I sit in a mini-cubicle with a brand new phone and nameplate velcro-ed to the fabric covered partition that divides my desk from my boss'. I have an extension... x1125. I clock in and clock out. I grab hot water out of the coffee machine and make nearly undrinkable tea on my break. I work for a company with training manuals and headsets and sexual harassment videos.
By all accounts I should hate my job.
I don't hate it though.
That's not to say I love it and want to make a career out of it, but it doesn't suck.
I never thought I would be anything but miserable in a job like that. The thought of what is ostensibly a corporate 9-5 would have made me cringe while I was in college, but now it's just a necessary not-so-evil. I have moments when I get frustrated and castigate myself for going against some loose anti-establishment ideals I feel like I'm selling out on. Most of the time though I recognize it's just practicality. I took the opportunity that was offered to me, even if it isn't what I thought I wanted.
Does that mean I'm officially an adult? Making decisions based in what's practical rather than what I want in my 'ideal' world? Is there any turning back from that? Can we go from being practical, taking the job we don't love, paying our bills, putting money in the bank, and worrying about our credit score, back to "I'm going to save/beautify/inspire/explore the world"? Are the two mutually exclusive in the first place? Is there a way to find balance between practical and ideal; a way to keep your feet on the ground and your head in the clouds and to be happy with the whole situation? Now that I have my Office Space-esque job is it possible to still keep my feel-good movie dreams?I guess the problem is that I'm so afraid of losing my dreams. I'm not even really sure what I want out of life, but I'm worried that I'll end up settling for something less. I don't want to wake up in 25 years wishing I had done ___. I want to wake up in 25 years and think 'THAT was fun. I can't wait until tomorrow".
15 March 2009
Down the Rabbit Hole
Homework number 5. We've moved on to Illustrator. I've skipped a couple in here. Just haven't gotten around to posting them yet. This was supposed to be a simple still life with three objects. I chose to continue feeding my slightly unhealthy Alice obsession and go the Wonderland route. I'm still editing it a bit, but at this point there seems little reason to. The entire class is a clusterfuck- a professor who doesn't teach but grades everything like it's an MFA thesis studio and students who can't seem to get their heads above water. The few students who do know what they're doing, don't work as hard as they could, earning them the professor's ire. It's just a giant mess. I'm just glad to have the chance (and the impetus) to produce real work.
25 February 2009
The Persistence of Chrome
19 February 2009
Flashback- Livejournal circa 2000
1. Are you a male or female: I Am One
2. Describe yourself: Bullet with Butterfly Wings
3. How do you feel about yourself: The Sacred and Profane
4. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: Let Me Give the World to You
5. Describe your current boy/girl situation: An Ode to No One
6. Describe your current location: In My Body
7. Describe where you want to be: Blissed & Gone
8. Your best friend is: Spaceboy
9. Your favorite color is: Blue
10. You know that: Aeroplane Flies High
11. What’s the weather like: Winterlong
12. If your life was a television show what would it be called? Soot & Stars
13. What is life to you: Today
14. What is the best advice you have to give: Slow Down
15. If you could change your name what would you change it to: Luna
11 February 2009
The Belated and Truncated Obligatory Anti-Valentines Post.
It will be Anti-Valentines though, as I have found something new to hate about it. The existence of this holiday alone is bad enough, but this year I find myself more than a little annoyed by it's pervasiveness. I don't remember Valentines day ever being this widespread before. Everything all of a sudden seems pinker and more heart-shaped and glittery-er. Restaurants all have their valentines specials on boards outside, and the newspaper is advertising obscenely expensive holiday messages- because nothing says "I love you" more than a spot in the classifieds. There's pages in the paper of 'special advertising' printed in black and red; I never knew there were so many lingerie stores in the immediate area.
Fuck the sentiment and the candy chariot pulled by bunches of roses it rode in on.
06 February 2009
To be a student again...
I decided this semester that it was time for me to start building a marketable skill-set; I've set my sights (for the time being) on graphic design.
The image above was my first homework assignment.
05 February 2009
February 5th 2009
Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory- Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
03 February 2009
Reading "Reading the OED"
Atechy- lack of skill/or knowledge of art. This word describes pretty much the entirety of my Art 130 class.Constult- to act stupidly together. What is the point of good friends if you can't constult?Desiderium- a yearning, specifically for something once had, but has no more. I love how poetic this word is... and that it exists at all.Gymnologize- to dispute naked, like an Indian philosopher.The author's take on this one- "There are only several plausible reasons I can think of for having an argument while naked, and none of them happens to involve indian philosophers." I think that about sums it up for me as well.Happify- to make happy. Just saying this word makes me smile.Heterophemize- to say something different from what you mean to say. I do this every day of my life. Now I just have a more technical word for it.Misandry- the hatred of men. The counterpart to misogyny. I wonder why this never caught on during the Feminist movement. (I have to make a note here that 'misandry' is so far the only word in this list that has not shown up as horribly wrong according to my spell checker)Parabore- a defense against bores. I think if I ever create some steampunk-y invention for a character and need something to call it, this would be the perfect word.Tacturiency- the desire of touching. This is something I am most certainly afflicted with. Not in any sort of sexual sense (get your mind out of the gutter) but in that I want to touch things- the marble or chrome on the outside of a Diner, that piece of clothing in the store I know I'm not going to buy anyway, the Rosetta Stone. As much as I am a visual person, that doesn't mean I want to admire things from afar. There are so many different textures out there that simply cannot be appreciated with sight alone.
Apricity- the warmth of the sun in winter
20 January 2009
15 January 2009
Things I've learned while walking my dog.
06 January 2009
All the time in the world
Having grown up as readers of the printed word (and possibly even scribblers in margins), we may take for granted the processes involved in the traditional activity of reading- so let us remind ourselves. The printed word is presented to us in a linear way, with syntax supreme in conveying the sense of the words in their order. We read privately, mentally listening to the writer's voice and translating the writer's thoughts. The book remains static and fixed; the reader journeys through it. Picking up the book in the first place entails an active pursuit of understanding. Holding the book, we are aware of posterity and continuity. knowing that the printed word is always edited, typeset and proof-read before it reaches us, we appreciate it's literary authority. Having paid money for it (often), we have a sense of investment and pride of ownership, not to mention a feeling of general virtue.All these conditions for reading are overturned by the new technologies. Information is presented to us in a non-linear way, through an exponential series of lateral associations. The internet is a public "space" which you visit, and even inhabit; its product is inherently impersonal and disembodied. Scrolling documents is the opposite of reading: your eyes remains static, while the material flows past. Despite all the opportunities to "interact", we all read material from the internet (or CD-roms or whatever) entirely passively because all the interesting associative thinking has already been done on our behalf. Electronic media are intrinsically ephemeral, are open to perpetual revision, and work quite strenuously against any sort of historical perception. The opposite of edited, the material on the internet is unmediated, except by the technology itself. And having no price, it has questionable value. Finally, you can't write comments in the margin of your screen to be discovered by another reader fifty years down the line.Eats, Shoots & Leaves, p. 153-54