"there's no such thing as bad taste. if your friends make fun of you, get new friends. never rely on anyones' eye but your own."
real talk from larry rinder
collecting/ art
i'm almost at that point. andrew would be so proud! you dont need to have a shit load of zeros behind a number in your bank account.
lately.
you have consumed my brain! who would've thought i'd end up with soooooo man of you little guys. and now the fear of how gigantor you'll grow is taking over! but i dont care! i'll love you forever my little plant babies! i will be there forever to whisper in your ears... or leaves!
changes. effect. me. way to much.
i like you right now. but my heart still is in love with you. the small choices that are big to me.
also massaging the brain tonight
hope. r.i.p. for now. sorry i never came to see you.
sadness to happiness.
always have hope.
even if it makes you feel lame.
sleepovers!
human bundles of comforters and pillows!
joy-ness.
my brain t-nite
metal folding chairs spray painted amazing colors!
plants!
pinatas!
tape recorder. everythings better when it's spoken. detective. twin peaks. life notes. verbal journal. verbal blogs.
rvca
soex
employee party. plan it!
exercise.
black t-shirts.
new pants.
sex.
beer stamps for work
golden gate park. take a walk. nature.
making shirts and bags.
setting goals.
boyfriends.
building shit. coffee table.
tombstones.
dancing.
drawing fliers n posters for bands. ask luke and?
tomorrow?
try harder. dogaroos.
shittles.
i need to get back it the habit of doing this. i've broken the only real rule of blogging. updates! updates! updates up the cooter!
this feeling.
of wanting to sabotage my life. to up root myself. to move to something new. to start clean. it excites me. makes me giddy. i squeal like a little girl. i want a change. i want to explore my life. live out my possibilities.
i must prioritize. i must plan. i must create structure. i've excepted that this year is going to not be a waste, but a time for building a better future. it's a positive thing. a plus.
there are things i would like to have. feeling i would like to live. moments i would like to experience.
i want my life back. but i want it at it's full potential.
signed,
me
i so sorry.
i've been dealing with my life. i'm back though. no more missing in action. i'm here everyday, all day, all the way, like totally sway! i'm totally telling you the truth. i'm back in the game, baby!
F-U MOMA!
WTF!WTF!WTF! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! SERIOUSLY. WTF. $15. 15 BUCKS. CLAMS. DUCKETS. BILLS. CHIPS. 15 OF THEM? JUST TO GET INSIDE OF YOU? ARE YOU SERIOUS. YOU'RE JOSHING ME. YOU'RE TOTALLY KIDDING WITH MY BALLS RIGHT NOW. WTF.
it is now fifteen dollars to get into the moma. i hope you love art.
shit faces.
i thought...
this page could use some color after all the black and whiteness. go support Sarah Applebaum and receiver gallery. it looks like an amazing experience. i need to go. keep your ears unplugged for the artist talk. i skipped the Porous Walker one out of shyness and laziness. they had cookies! why'd i go and do that for. gosh.
time changes things. but tex stays the same.
it's funny to think that little red riding hood is basically a story about a thieving pedophile rapist. funny.
a chair free on the streets!
not this one, but the one i just found! hey! did i tell you?! i just found an awesome sweet rad ass sturdy solid wood amazingly rad ass chair on the streets while going to buy potato chips and salad fixings?! i mean the chair above is truly boss, but mine is better cause my butts been in it.
tomorrow!
for sure? i got to get busy. got a room to clean, well three, but mines is the most important. got a mini desk table to move into room (so hyped, so cute, soooo free!) gotta get some fresh air. got some groceries to buy to eat. got some books to scan through. got some sketching to do. got some books to go lust over (pictured below). got some life to be living. tomorrow is monday. tomorrow better fucking be great or i'm gonna lynch it!
gallery sitting.
scanning brysons work. well watching malea scan bryson's work. not thinking about hunger. wiping my snotty nose. only checking my phone for missed calls twice instead of fifteen times. pushing away thoughts of uselessness. talking to malea about dying from eating to much ramen. looking for red dots with leef. updating facebook. not understanding facebook. hating facebook. reading. cleaning. cleaning elyse's mirrors. cleaning the bathroom, kinda. sweeping the office and gallery floor. organizing the snake pit of cords and wires. fixing the not broken, but no working main laptop. catching alika's drawing mid air before it landed on the floor from the wall. waving to people as they come into the space. nailing a tack back into the wall for oliver's drawing. being jealous of jesse and katie being able to go to the mission book sale. being jealous of anyone breathing. watching little brat kids play around gallery a-stand. explaining to drunk guy whispering in spanish that i cant understand him. hoping dangerous does walk through that door and pretend to have a seizure. figuring out what i'm going to do for dinner. typing. sitting. slouching. lusting over art. organizing flat files. work of michelle blade, james bradley, alika cooper, bryson gill. stopped at fourth drawer. sneezed five times.
things that i would hate.
to have:
herpes.
dandruff.
poison ivy, again.
unemployment.
hunger.
aids.
depression.
bad indian food.
a burrito with pinto beans instead of black.
rope burn.
carpet burn.
sun burn.
stress.
a boring life.
addiction to stuff. ie. porn, crack or vomiting.
things that i would like.
to have:
employment.
nice boyfriend.
healthy diet.
good haircut.
hardwood floors in my bedroom.
picture frames, varying sizes.
some ice cream.
a budding art collection.
a busy schedule.
something to do.
someone to do?
new shirts.
new pants.
new shoes.
the usb cord to charge my mp3 player.
hollywood babylon 1.
a clean/ fine free record at the berkeley, san francisco & oakland library.
a snot free nose.
a slice of pizza.
i wanna read you!
after i'm done with severed, the commitments (and everything roddy's written), catcher in the rye, my capote book and catching up with chuck palanuik (the mofo keeps putting out to many for me to read! note to self get book from hilary).
my Life During Unemployment
I’m getting used to it now Lived in a brownstore, lived in the ghetto, I’ve lived all over this town This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, This ain’t no fooling around No time for dancing, or lovey dovey, I ain’t got time for that now Transmit the message, to the receiver, Hope for an answer some day I got three resumes, a couple of cover letters, You don’t even know my real name Everything’s ready to roll I sleep in the daytime, I sleep in the nightime, I might not ever get out This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, This ain’t no fooling around This ain’t no mudd club, or c. b. g. b., I ain’t got time for that now Heard about houston? heard about detroit? Heard about pittsburgh, p. a.? You oughta know not to stand by the window Somebody might see you up there I got some groceries, some peant butter, To last a couple of days Why stay in college? why go to night school? Gonna be different this time Can’t write a letter, can’t send a postcard, I can’t write nothing at all This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, This ain’t no fooling around I’d like to kiss you, I’d love you hold you I ain’t got no time for that now Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock, I blend in with the crowd We got computer, we’re talking art talk I know that ain’t allowed We dress like students, we dress like housewives, Or in a suit and a tie I changed my hairstyle, so many times now, I don’t know what I look like! You make me shiver, I feel so tender, We make a pretty good team Don’t get exhausted, I’ll do some driving, You ought to get some sleep Get you instructions, follow directions, Then you should change your address Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day, Whatever you think is best Burned all my notebooks, what good are Notebooks? they won’t help me survive My chest is aching, burns like a furnace, The burning keeps me alive Try to stay healthy, physical fitness, Don’t want to catch no disease Try to be careful, don’t take no chances, You better watch what you say
JESUS!?!
it's been like forevers! like forevers! like forevers! forevers. forevers. where have i gone?
is this really what i want?
i want to know all crafts. i want to know all trades. this is gonna derail me from the thing i'm avoiding. if i even get it. which i doubt i will.
o-tay!
experiment time. lets see how long i can go w/o cussin', swearin' or saying inappropriate stuff. let's see. lets see how long i can be negativity free. lets see. let's see if i can lighten my surroundings and thoughts with positive vibes and stuff. let's see if it's possible for me to not have a foul mouth, foul addittude, foul outlook. lets see. starting now i'm going to hate positivly. it's the only way right now. let's try it and see. lets see.
my auntie once told me when i was four that the word hate is the strongest word you can ever use and to use it lightly. ever since then whenever i've uttered the word i've felt that cloak fall over me. the things i say control the things i feel.
my auntie once told me when i was four that the word hate is the strongest word you can ever use and to use it lightly. ever since then whenever i've uttered the word i've felt that cloak fall over me. the things i say control the things i feel.
alas
dont know why i'm not more stressed about this. am i truly hippy at heart. just probably stupid.
next quilt!
well once i finish up the first, which is right around the corner. it's not like i'm at a lack of time right now. note to self: i hate you self.
it's a peter stegall watercolor from the 7o's. i cant afford the real thing and i cant really cuddle up with it if i could so..... quilt time! but i'm also thinking about paintings from bryson gill, paul wackers and eli geiser. we'll see. we'll see.
it's a peter stegall watercolor from the 7o's. i cant afford the real thing and i cant really cuddle up with it if i could so..... quilt time! but i'm also thinking about paintings from bryson gill, paul wackers and eli geiser. we'll see. we'll see.
sugar time!
Homemade Banana Pudding Pie
Ingredients
Ingredients
- 2 cups vanilla wafer crumbs
- 3 bananas, sliced into 1/4 inch slices
- 1 1/2 cups white sugar
- 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
- 2 cups milk
- 3 egg yolks
- 2 teaspoons butter
- 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
- 3 egg whites
- 1/4 cup white sugar
off of 2nd st.
Painting and Drawing Lecture with Kim Fisher
Wednesday, April 8, 7 pm
Free and open to the public
this friday. 2 things.
Out of the Flat Files IIApril 3 - May 3, 2009
Bryson Gill PortraitsMirror and Mirror, Warm Milk - Still Cream, Degrees of Separation, Shades of Blue and Throwbacks
both @ Triple base
Opening Reception: Friday, April 3rd, 7-10pm
be there bitches.
"it is what it is."
i used to hate when people would say this. i felt it was what sore losers, quitters & lamos said. but now i see. it is what it is. the truth. the reality. the fact that cant be changed. the moment to be acceptance.
-signed,
yourself
-signed,
yourself
it all comes back to fashion...
i'm stuck. i dont know what to do. i'm frustrated. wtf is up w/ my future?
bet ya
i'm having a better day than you are. sucker!
i'd be having a better day if this wasn't a commercial for sony. i love creativity. even this kind.
i'd be having a better day if this wasn't a commercial for sony. i love creativity. even this kind.
tomorrow w/ honors!
Lasagna Recipe
Ingredients:
1 lb lean ground beef
1/2 medium sweet white onion, diced.
1/2 large green bell pepper, seeds and veins removed, diced.
1/2 lb dry lasagna noodles (requires 9 lasagna noodles - unbroken)
1/4 cup sugar
1 28 oz can tomato sauce
1/2 28 oz can (16 oz) stewed tomatoes
1/2 6 oz can (3 oz) tomato paste
1 lb Ricotta cheese
1 1/2 lb Mozzarella cheese (large flat square slices)
3/4 lb freshly grated parmesan cheese
Garlic Powder
Oregano
Italian Spice
Salt
Garlic Salt
Parsley diced (fresh flat leaf preferred)
1 Garlic Cloves, minced
White wine vinegar
it didn't seem like my moms used all this shit to make it for me when i was a kid. wtf is italian spice. huh, leo?! also why is it so hard to find a jpeg of g-field eatting lasagna?
gallery SITTING TODAY!
come see me @ triple base! i'll be holding down the fort. and scanning stuff. yay! so fucking hyped right now.
and they got my other gurlfriend on the stereo too! holla at me yo! sooooo hyped.
and they got my other gurlfriend on the stereo too! holla at me yo! sooooo hyped.
that dinner lecture
was good. except that you were there. but in all reality it was funny to see that you were there. is amazing how lame you still are. anyway, the play was funny the food was outstanding and the company the best. had fun tonight. hope you feel better soon joyce.
right now.
suppress everything. dont let it through. it's not worth it. move on from the thoughts. enjoy. relax. stop telling yourself to do this hippy dippy bullshitty zen shit. be happy. damnit!
today with julia christina & jessica.
not enough sleep. two hours. great music in the middle of the night. alfred hitchcock. doritos. ice cream. thoughts. early morning shower. early morning hike. sitting on a bus bench for 30 minutes reading. banana. glazed doughnut. steamed milk. raisins. super suiza. indie shit. indie kids. indie love. hipster joy. hipster loathing. over priced things. amazing things. beautiful things. transfers. muni buses. bart. talking with soar throats. thinking. standing on the medean. buying things i want. buying things i dont need. 3 dollar atm fee. joy vs. sadness. fun. excitment. the mission. walking. restrooms. booze. fun. laughing. the reality of it all. schedules. time constrants. work. fun. stress. anger. jealousy. hatred. fun. wierdness. babies that say no. puppies. nates son. uneatten pizza. the phones. tickling fits. laughing riots. being open and light hearted. wtf. loneliness? fucking same on going bullshit. moving on to better things. moving on to greater things.
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