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I'm going to karaoke at Changes. Pray that the level of fun out paces the irritation at drunk people.
It never does
anymore |
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[May. 14th, 2008|07:11 pm] |
My friend who I haven't seen in a long time or corresponded with (and therefore can't really claim a close friendship) has posted the following photo of himself on Myspace, which suggests he performed in a film with Morgan Freeman!
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| Purna Bahadur Vaidya, "Water Is Water" |
[May. 15th, 2008|10:57 am] |
WATER IS WATER
Water--
never blocks the light--
its ever moving skin
radiates; its single vision parsed into colors
explicates what's embodied
within light
That rainbow
water sketches on a blue slate
is a disquisition--
--what is and what is seen
borne forth in their fullness
by light
Me?--That very drop!
that attempts to write of light:
self emergent; the enlivened heat of it,
and the gentleness
resplendent on its surface
To express that
in the vastness outside itself
PURNA BAHADUR VAIDYA
Translated from the Nepal Bhasa (Newari) by Wayne Amtzis |
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[May. 14th, 2008|03:23 pm] |
Blueberries
Devonshire Cream
Maple Sugar
That is all. |
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| ugh, polyurethane varnish |
[May. 14th, 2008|02:49 pm] |
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no sir, i don't like it. |
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[May. 14th, 2008|04:06 pm] |
Robert Rauschenberg (born Milton Ernst Rauschenberg; October 22, 1925 – May 12, 2008
was an American artist who came to prominence in the 1950s transition from Abstract Expressionism to Pop Art.
he passed away on the 12th and i thought about it writing something about it; but i forgot... - "It is impossible to have progress without conscience."
- "I think a painting is more like the real world if it's made out of the real world."
- "The artist's job is to be a witness to his time in history."
- "You begin with the possibilities of the material."
- "An empty canvas is full only if you want it to be full."
- "I work in the gap between art and life."
- "You have to have the time to feel sorry for yourself in order to be a good abstract expressionist."
- "I feel as though the world is a friendly boy walking along in the sun."
- "People ask me, "Don't you ever run out of ideas?" In the first place I don't use ideas. Every time I have an idea it's too limiting, and usually turns out to be a disappointment. But I haven't run out of curiosity."
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[May. 14th, 2008|01:51 pm] |
Shannon Larratt is leaving BME. This blows my mind. I remember when he used to post ASCII art of various piercings on rec.arts.bodyart so that people would be able to know what each one was in a text-only era. The site came shortly after and is a huge empire/resource today.
I can't imagine building such a big, personal business and leaving it, but I also bet that it's hard to commit to staying at the same site for the rest of one's life. |
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I'm in need of a ticket to the Stephenie Meyer event at the Bagdad Theater on May 20th. If you have an extra one, let me know, would ya please? Thanks much |
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| Obama Supporters |
[May. 14th, 2008|12:24 pm] |
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Can you create a filter whereby I, a Clinton supporter, don't have to get insulted & lambasted by your posts? Really, it's getting annoying. I understand I am a terrible, terrible human being who is interested in no less than the destruction & downfall of this country by any evil & racist means necessary. In the meantime, take me off your We Are Right & You Are Suck Filters please. |
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| Lets hear it for My Space |
[May. 14th, 2008|09:39 am] |
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My 15 year old daughter and a few friends (one in particular) got into some sort of arguement relating to a myspace comment. Now you mix hormone raging teens with myspace and you can sometimes get unpredicted results. They were practically inseperable this year, and now they treat each other like the devil. Of course, other friends get drug into this and are expected to "take sides". The whole thing is truly amazing. Of course if I pry a little and try to find out whats going on, I promptly get told that "its none of my business". Its probably just as well that I stay out of it. |
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[May. 14th, 2008|09:38 am] |
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[May. 14th, 2008|07:35 am] |
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Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter |
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| 08051401 ~ loving linda |
[May. 14th, 2008|06:45 am] |
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early to rise, early to bed
in and between i cooked and cleaned and went out of my head
going through life with blinders on, it's tough to see
i had to get up, get out from under and look for me
there's a new girl in town and she's looking good
there's a fresh freckled face, in the neighborhoood
there's a new girl in town, with a brand new style
she was just passing through
but if things work out she's gonna stay awhile
♥
(this photo makes me feel so old.) |
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| A Primer - Bob Hicok |
[May. 14th, 2008|08:38 am] |
A Primer
-- Bob Hicok (2008)
I remember Michigan fondly as the place I go
to be in Michigan. The right hand of America
waving from maps or the left
pressing into clay a mold to take home
from kindergarten to Mother. I lived in Michigan
forty-three years. The state bird
is a chained factory gate. The state flower
is Lake Superior, which sounds egotistical
though it is merely cold and deep as truth.
A Midwesterner can use the word “truth,”
can sincerely use the word “sincere.”
In truth the Midwest is not mid or west.
When I go back to Michigan I drive through Ohio.
There is off I-75 in Ohio a mosque, so life
goes corn corn corn mosque, I wave at Islam,
which we’re not getting along with
on account of the Towers as I pass.
Then Ohio goes corn corn corn
billboard, goodbye, Islam. You never forget
how to be from Michigan when you’re from Michigan.
It’s like riding a bike of ice and fly fishing.
The Upper Peninsula is a spare state
in case Michigan goes flat. I live now
in Virginia, which has no backup plan
but is named the same as my mother,
I live in my mother again, which is creepy
but so is what the skin under my chin is doing,
suddenly there’s a pouch like marsupials
are needed. The state joy is spring.
“Osiris, we beseech thee, rise and give us baseball”
is how we might sound were we Egyptian in April,
when February hasn’t ended. February
is thirteen months long in Michigan.
We are a people who by February
want to kill the sky for being so gray
and angry at us. “What did we do?”
is the state motto. There’s a day in May
when we’re all tumblers, gymnastics
is everywhere, and daffodils are asked
by young men to be their wives. When a man elopes
with a daffodil, you know where he’s from.
In this way I have given you a primer.
Let us all be from somewhere.
Let us tell each other everything we can. |
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| Fucked Up |
[May. 14th, 2008|12:00 am] |
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So was talking to friend online, and he kiddingly hints at something along the lines of wanting to paid to have sex. So I inquire what he means, and I discover that he is prostituting himself.
This has been a fucked up night |
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| Thank, Lin. |
[May. 13th, 2008|08:33 pm] |
"You know, it's times like these when I'm forced to look at myself, and not your bland comments. Thanks for this time out.
Now shut the fuck up." |
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