May 2012
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ZIEGFELD ZIEGFELD
new gatsby movie, i hate you. i hate you so much. you spelled “ziegfeld follies” WRONG. and you didn’t even try to use 1920s music in the trailer. i’d rather see abe lincoln, vampire hunter. at least it’s honest about its inaccuracy
actually i really do want to see that like for real
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final project, done
Woman in CVS: You look tired!
Me: Abbffhhjthll
Guy who lives in my house: You look so tired
Me: 25 HOURS
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the horror of photography
Boyfriend: Well if they built Rome in a day, you can totally make ten prints in one night!
Me: They didn't do it in one day. That is the point of that saying.
Dumb Boyfriend: Ah well I'm sure you'll be fine.
extremely big and incredibly phallic
a new novel by Jonathan Safran Foer
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dinner
Snickers bar and a bag of Doritos Cool Ranch.
Life as an art student. The 7th hour of darkroom time approaches.
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i have been working on a photo project
in which I am recreating 19th century portraiture themes in self portraits. I’m messing with occult things like ectoplasm and spirit photography. Then I print them using the historical photographic printing process of Van Dyke browns to keep the 19th century theme going.
Every time I take one of the prints out of the UV unit where they are laid down to expose, I am terrified there will be a...
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i get so frustrated
I am increasingly down on myself about my art, specifically in technique. I feel like I don’t know how to do anything. How long are these phases supposed to last? I am going to assume they could last years. Ever since the class I took in which I realized just doing photography isn’t good enough, it’s been downhill. The funny thing is, I’ve made things I like. Things I am...
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Frida. FRIDA. You’re out. You’re out of the movement. Oh but hey...
– Andre Breton (part of my new series entitled Art History Misquotes)
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passwords r great for drunk proection
too bad i have aautomatic log in for tumlr
WOOOO SAVE PASSWORDS
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memoir
Today, I went to have brunch at my lit professor’s farmhouse. We had coffee and banana bread and homemade granola. We read each others memoir pieces. There were dogs and goats and the sun was out.
During the critique of my piece, someone said “The setting is your body and your mind.”
I thought that was really beautiful and I am feeling great today.
This day is perfect.
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he ate it
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the...
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things
-I always want to be drinking beer -I am not eating well -I graduate in less than a month -I am going back to San Francisco -I feel sick
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I am nominated to be the recent graduate on the board of trustees for my college.
Here I go. To apply or to not apply. Bah.
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couldn't sleep
-6:30am -sent a bunch of emails -watched the sky go from grey to greyish blue -felt dizzy -showered -climbed back into bed -wet hair -warm body
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April 2012
17 posts
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uses for hair
In the cold still air of the castle museum in Vienna, I saw other people with the audio guides pressed to their ears. I thought of the royal family separated by rooms and chambers and wings. With each turn I thought the castle would end but it didn’t. My legs grew stiff. In one room they were repainting and this was the room people stopped the longest in. I, however, didn’t. My full attention was...
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hmmm
Is there any amount of excited I could be about going to my award winning lit professor’s farmhouse for brunch on a Saturday that would be too excited?
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You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still...
– Tinkerbell in Hook
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I think, more and more in the past year than ever before, I have been learning to share myself. There is this unspoken rule in being close with someone; that you have the duty of becoming part of each other in hidden ways, ways that appear only in your actions or sudden feelings. These ways aren’t perceptible immediately, nor can you point them out to yourself like how you count fingers or...
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Just got back from a perfect weekend in Burlington.
Did not want it to end.
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Actually a pool is, for many of us in the West, a symbol not of affluence but of...
– from The White Album, by Joan Didion