We can't stop here. This is Bat Country.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas! I can't stop watching this/guilting myself for not having read the book first.

Planner Pt. 2

And some more

Planner Pt. 1/Learning to blog again

This is my planner. I Got the London Lomo planner last year and have been using it since, to write my homework down. Believe it or not. Just a few pages here from this/lasst year, in two posts, cause it looks better that way.

Al Pacinin'

sorry i haven't been posting.
i've been more into tumblr lately like i said.
but go make some food and watch "...And Justice for All". Al Pacino's too wonderful.

Sh sh sh sh sh shhh...

Things I like Today (or forever)

- Quartz rocks
- My Cactus
- Snow
- Coming to terms with the fact
that I'm a jerk sometimes
- CHICKEN CHOW FUN
- Keith Richards (forever)
- Scoffing at Sea of Shoes
- Really digging this on the other hand
- TCM film channel
- Al Pacino circa 1970's
- Weekend weekend weekend
- Thinking about honesty/lies

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ph: tumblr

Dust me off, I'm a trophy wife

1. Man Man- The Man In the Blue Turban With a Face 2. Animal Collective- Feels 3. Siouxsie and The Banshees- The Scream 4. Paavoharju- Laulu laakson kukista 5. Wavves- Wavvves 6. Nancy Sinatra- Boots.

Mostly stuff i've been listening to for a while now and brought back into the cycle. I also like Nancy Sinatra's album Sugar but I couldn't find a decent picture of the cover.
Then there's also this song that's been a guilty pleasure since the end of summer. Whatta happy video.. Guilty pleasure cause something about the vocals make me embarrassed to listen to it with people other than my little sister. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SuoTjYYqe4c

I've written about Paavoharju here before, but I like them even more as of thursday. I was sitting in study hall on a rainy day reading The Fall of The House Of Usher by Poe when it came on. It was a perfect match. It made me want to go home and print out photos to put in albums. (Which I actually did)

Otherwise, I've got a cold and it's 1:30 am and I need my sleep and I would much rather stay home and eat soup in my newly rearranged room with my cactus who I might call Nathan and my little white christmas lights. But Midterms are coming. So I'm being a responsible student and at least physically attending class..
And then later dropping off a care package at my grounded best friends house. I think i'll include clementines, they always make me feel better. And a photo I found that I took last year, of her feeding a popsicle to her pet rats that disappeared.

Hong Kong Garden

YESTERDAY
I went to a Psychic shop. Tempted to go back and have my fortune told..
Got a Siouxsie record too.
ph: Catherine Pri

shorty

hair.
today i was in a i wanna be in band kind of mood.
play dara puspita kind of stuff, but better.
lately i'm a bit back into fashion, which is funny cause on a whole i really don't care for it.
i've been up to artsy stuff.

Karina

I've cut my hair short, and left it in curls. I'm feeling old fashioned. I hope hope hope I can get to writing my letters tomorrow, Silvia's is long overdue and I've got to mail Mary's. Hope you're all having a nice week so far.
ph: google

Sept. 3rd, 2009

Wrote it in my blue book that day, I caught it now while flipping through.

Where do I begin? Simply- with that I'm so madly in love with Norway. Even when I am away, I just close my eyes and I'm back. My fairy tale land. All suffering is bearable with you to save me. You can always save me. It's your consistency- your always being there, so ancient and deep, that grounds me in all the fleeting moments of anxiety, bliss, lust, and hatred that i experience so often, A base for my outlook on life that hops around like a little bird, each day shifting or becoming more concrete.
It's Norway that allows me to be experimental- the fast world of New York to satisfy my need for movement and a place to live out roles and test theories, while I still have Norge to rehabilitate, reflect, improve, and dream. Why should I commit to a single personality now, when I have the opportunity to sit at the edge and swing my legs around in a few different ones for a while?
I think life will last longer if I can experience many lives in one, in addition to the ghostly pauses of soul in Norway's early morning light.
Maybe you could see it as a recipe for phoniness, but I really believe that experiencing life from many different angles is what leads one to become even more human. To understand each side of an argument is so essential. To be able to weigh things out. whether you agree with it or not, to accept that it is so, somewhere and for somebody. Perhaps not a very controversial sort of thing to do, but it gives more depth to a person.
I think this is my main obstacle as someone who is taking art into my future. I find it difficult to invent or lend myself to specific statements and ideas because I don't think it's fair to pin my art and name onto one little thing that can be labeled as something huge. Just for example, say I do a series of photographs that exhibit some Feminist ideals. Someone could easily those little nuances of Feminism and tack the whole piece onto everything that pertains to Feminism, therefore giving the piece a short, one angled life.
These days an image can easily lose any significance it might have. Overproduced and overproduced and losing meaning each time it's thrown a thoughtless glance. Don't get me wrong, I do love paintings and all very much, but maybe you've picked up that I'm a bit set on things that last through time and avoid becoming trivial.
Here's where I realized that writing is what I care most about. I need not go into the effort and thought it takes to really read an idea in word form and take it in. Literature has the certainty of the words being there, right there, plain and in print, while the content is exploration, tests, and different roles. Much like how Norway allows me to explore..

11:06

Sunday Morning calm, Light filtering through lace curtains into my dark room. I think things are okay, for right now.

ph: me

mscw/sptrsbg/etc

no pressing problems
so it's not going to be any good
lay down to write and all that comes out of the pen is sleep slurs
will certain things ever stop reminding me of the past october?
when will i go to russia?
when will i get time to live all the lives i imagine?

ph: them thangs

101

Heh. think this is Shrigley.