Tuesday, February 20, 2007

It's another Monday night. A Monday that was a vacation weekend, in which I spent every night alone because I don't have a car and all of the fun parties in L.A. I know about, well, I had no ride and was too proud to ask.

Besides, it doesn't matter, I'm meant to spend my nights alone, anyway. It allows me more time to refine my writing, sewing, self-pity and hatred. I'll just sit here and recall all of my past failed relationships and write about them in my novel: Jet Set Desolate, or, 101 drug stories. Certainly seems like a good use of next semester to me.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Now, trying again. Trying again after a week of two workshops, which I would really not advise. The first, the novel seminar, was helpful and inspiring, the second was terrifying. I got called, "brilliantly evil" by my professor, citing, "the evil intelligence of the self-awareness of it's own irresponsibility," claiming it to be an, "ethical disaster." "What we all want to ask is, 'Did you mean it?'". I meant every word. It may be time for a student-teacher conference, or I can at least try to figure out if being deliberately provacative and confrontational is worth a high pass or not.


Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Movement !5!

The year 1873 was to prove the most intensive, cataclysmic and combustible Thanksgiving in the front of his G-string and with the other I did certain means of for analyzing cinematic signification for systematic regularities. The team-taught class will address students’ work by the fun and charm of being wasted, and the hard work it takes to live another day. A two-semester course: the obvious and the code. It would render a complete dismantling, that paranoia is a term invested with perjoratively pathological undertones.

“Queen of the Hill, living in a little pink cottage, what happens when the innards of functionality are siphoned from the body?”

Threads of harmony, and chromatic legends, in the sunset, vector works, or a perverse scenario which contains the lethal component; my second brother arrived home without warning. He has the technical skills towards realizing, “I’ll make you profiteroles and serve then to you on the beach every night.” Inventor of what had potentially been the first motion-picture camera, he was a seldom unwatchable situation comedy. And that’s not funny.

The dissension between the accused and his wife as it delves: ski masks, a knife, and a mysterious handsome passerby who saved my life before disappearing into the black night. DALLAS: Thank you. This crazy travesty will probably not ensue. Too bad.
I can’t stand silence. That’s part of the reason I like clubs, the same stage or scene as the public.

“Oh, vagabonds in Les Illuminations, what is this figure that eschews the purportedly real with a backhanded compliment and blasts into the symbolic with the hot fury of an ice cube?”

“Why, the School of Film/Video, of course.”

Coffee beakers smoked in the bars with the banality of everyday, the apoliticalness of sexuality, your insignificant petty wiles, your petty perversions. Photoshop, Garageband and InDesign will allow me to pour myself a double vodka in his heavy crystal rocks glasses. An account of the individual’s desire for identity, for secure subjective positionality, waste places which depict our depleted inner reserves. I dive headfirst into his dick with the resignation of a child being forced to eat his vegetables before dessert. A cartoonist informed the films with their mechanical whimsy and mania for anthropomorphizing, both staples of the classic comedic repertoire. The Girl Can’t Help It might major lessons as assigned.

Less permanent configurations, “variations on it,” heighten those of the female viewer. Regularly scheduled review and the post-residence review shall with liberal exhortation and fan-mag gush throw it down the trash chute. I give the world a sequined, star-spangled, show-stopping spectacular. And for visions fiercely rubbing his dazzled eyes, Tolstoy and his work are so described that the present taught by a series of CalArts faculty is Stranger than Paradise. Having spent night after night with these people for several months now, those whose limitations extended to monotheism, provincialism, inveterately inherited moral values, deciphering who’s really who in TV’s world of substitutional histories and circuitous ventriloquisms is a game that is exclusively for Interschool Grant recipients. The cinema is a body (a corpus for the semiologist) a fetish that can be loved.

“Those two individuals fought and tore at one another like wild beasts, just for the pleasure of making up afterwards.” By the time I’m heading out the door we’ve totally reimagined out lives with me as Japanese celebrity sensation and the light is coming at us. The text is assured by its tendentious unfolding, for the laws of Mexico City and Sao Paulo are broadcast via the conventional bastion of address, the male voice-over, a droning non-stop spouting of the proper rendition, simmering in its correctness. I flit from room to room, corner to corner, dancing on top of speakers and throwing candy from balcony railings. She is the blond bombshell of Contestants Row, a dead ringer for Connie Stevens. Being careful not to catch my heels on the long white fake fur cape dragging behind me, I am lulled into a false sense of security by the apparent legality of the surrogate, who creates satirical found object shadow performances using an overhead projector.


Delirium: An Interpretation of Arthur RimbaudSource texts include:
· Delirium: An Interpretation of Arthur Rimbaud, Jeremy Reed
· Narrative, Apparatus, Ideology: A Film Theory Reader, ed. Philip Rosen
· I Am Not Myself These Days, Josh Kilmer-Purcell
· Remote Control: Power, Culture, and the World of Appearances, Barbara Kruger
· CalArts Course Catalog and Academic Policies 06/07
Generation T: 108 Ways to Transform a T-ShirtMovement !9!

Use external cross-stitching (in a contrasting thread-color), to work fast in her blood, before she got cold. The theoretical entities recognized by psychiatric knowledge, and which say, "Still, nobody should overwhelm us, and if you have a chance to study at a art school, go for it." She was not in a vacuum. Without realizing the dread cliché of Match.com, homosexual desire flows in two directions, one rising towards sublimation, towards the hem (save fabric for step 5), and many a sacred heart is pinned to the wall above the stove. Not as afraid as I must become, I maybe ought to be now, as the process of getting into grad school is pretty straight-forwards. While they were drinking it, Sjarvitch reappeared in the bar, but I did so without any serious catastrophies.

Post-modernism - Indie-rock - heterogeneity - christmas presents. Poison pumped in from a 5 gallon drum, and try the shirt on and roll the top tube over 4" to 5" and certain points of quasi-religious inspiration are ghostlike bemusement, lingering remains. Art is reflective and audacious, ancient and impulsive, tangentially express, the party's over. N-Methyl: This is another one of the growing family of M-drugs, who pry slyly by, try. The integration of local Communist Parties into capitalist relations of production, always in the name of turning the halter right-side out, trying it on, and I should add a line to Your Own Private 1982 right after she's talking abour scarves that's, "Oh, you just have a hickey." Whether you've got a six-pack or a keg, or whether you're ready to show off your belly or you reached out to Emily with your impossibly fat hands, the problems of beaurocratism and fascism fade in the light of the micropolitics of desire.

Apart from adding in Kandinsky (and, for a good abstract hand, why not?), you and your fellow ecologists and zoologists will ultimately all the attention that geneticists and Bio-chem people get until you think, "Now I'm in the shade, it's better." At it's worst, mesh fabric gives me flash back to middle school PE and it's sweaty fact that J. Dee once wore a mesh shirt to German 111. J. Dee., partner, although falsehood thriving, remains within these vows. Far fron testifying to a sponteneity, he shook his head as he watched them go.

Source texts include:
· 1997 Reed College Student Handbook
· Ian Monk, Writings for the Oulipo
· Sylvere Lotringer, ed., Anti-Oedipus, from Psychoanalysis to Schitzopolitics
· Les Figues Press, ed., TrenchArt: Manual
· Megan Nicolay, Generation T, 108 ways to transform a T-shirt
Andrea Lambert, Journal 11/19/06 - 1/1/07
Movement !8!

"Everybody pretend to be normal." As saunas swelter on acid vapor, trickles of sweat in the cohabitation of desire & death.

"I'm not going to do that!" she huffed, "Are you crazy?" So instead I killed over 20 pages more than murders. Keep going and don't start until they are grown women, still others never masturbate. It's normal if you welcome back and every show shares a lot more hate than they do love, the first thing I'd do when I got there was shower.

"Bleep­," what is gratifyling about Brook's approach is his insistance that plot elements must realize that diamonds are a recording mirage of these syllables.

"I'm controversial because when I came to the house I was there for a purpose," she said.
"Bitch, I will take you out, it's no fair." Christmas mirages conjure from thin air, what the couture Sainte-Beurre contemptuously labeled an "industrial literature." I decided to come back to the Boston chicken once my blood sugar creamed out and confirmed the cuteness of Donna. The vaginal opening may be partially covered by a thin piece of skin just inside the opening called the hymen. Other names for the hymen are "cherry" or "maidenhead." The four of them hanging out in some awful, townie sports bar drinking beer and eating buffalo wings. Have you thought about everyone as your first, but your lover? Don't forget to check out Deja Vu love boutique on El Cajon Avenue. This is a fine example of the sottis par the lexicon of stupidity, complete with violence and through catacombs is convoluted as warrens in an anthill or canals in the allegator heads are shellaced, they look plastic, it's hard to imagine they were ever alive.

We have defined plot, for our copies of the drawings, and have started talking about the penis and the scrotum, and kids in my class are usually richocheting into echoes. The great joy and satisfaction that having children and being sexual can bring.

"What you're going through so far is only the beginning." He gave me his gem cutters and left me alone. He could so either prudently conserve or else exorbitantly expend. She had such a defined character. He didn't use these words, he said, "I love like the end of a long winter."

"Paulo," she said. "An aquaintance, not a friend." Northern lakes protect their exposed surfaces with acrylic membranes. God only knows what I'd be without you."
Rent Girl
Source texts include:
·Lynda Madaras, The What's Happening to my Body Book for Girls
·Michelle Tea, Rent Girl
·Peter Brooks, Reading for the Plot
·Christian Bok, Crystallography
·Television, Flavor of Love Reunion: After the Loving
So yesterday I went to the dentist and had the most traumatizing visit of my life. I hadn't gone in about five years (don't ask, no health insurance), and so the cleaning was, well, can we say supersonic ultrasonix spike-hooked electrical devices? There was so much blood that the tech had to change her gloves halfway through. And the sight of your own blood is never cool. When they put in that suck-the-saliva device in my mouth, I just kept seeing this rising tube of blood. And it hurt! And then they told me that I was going to have to come back in a couple of days and do it again, and I made up (partially true) an excuse about going back to school immanently.

I don't know if there's ever a pleasant way to go to the dentist. But this was brutal. I think it's going to be another five years. And no, I think I'll just hold off on kissing anyone until 2012.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Okay, so you should totally listen to Rachel's band's new record, they are truly incredible and deserve all sorts of heart-shaped-ice-sculpture-throwing and bunny wabbits!

Check out the new album at:

City of Night

saucy, sexy, naughty