February 2010
25 posts
A Drinking Song
William Butler Yeats
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
[I’ve reignited my love of stumbleupon and it’s causing a problem.]
in hopes of making more of next quarter [having almost given up on the current one] i’ve been looking through classes. and talking them over via the interweb with a friend, on ichat:
“how about this: Deviance. it’s social sciences.”
“is it instructional? can we get tips??”
“haha”
“what? i’m always out there to learn”
EDIT: i...
January 2010
64 posts
bad set of days.
illness always gets the best of me.
i don’t understand that saying.
i guess i mean, i’ve been super unproductive and would like it to continue.
but i would be thrilled to not be sick anymore.
setlist
nickoleptic:
sodom, south georgia
woman king
upward over the mountain
he lays in the reins
naked as we came
peace beneath the city
mary anne (new)
the trapeze swinger
love vigilantes
flightless bird, american mouth
boy with a coin (encore)
*beard-related banter abounded throughout.
… it was a pretty lovely, albeit equally unusual, trip to ann arbor.
this morning, i remembered...
i want to share a portion of a texted conversation i’ve had with my father today:
“thought of you at lunch 2day. i had the vegan special: spaghetti squash with curry roasted chic peas. it was yummy.”
“was it a kind of middle eastern place?”
“no it was a kind of hippie place.”
hahah. my family, sometimes.
the problem with being sick:
i decide to sleep for once, and then am insatiable for a few days because all i want to do is sleep.
i always wish someone would just curl up in bed with me until i was better.
i convince myself to eat, and then cannot taste any of it and am seriously disappointed.
it always happens when i’ve got other plans for my life or too much to get done.
nickoleptic:
dear cold,
i very much dislike you. please go away.
sincerely,
bridget
agreed.
attention deficit.
i am antsy and don’t really understand why. i have things to do, but i stopped the pen on the diagrams i was drawing and now i am stuck. i have things i need to read. things i should continue diagramming. people i should talk to.
instead. i am doing nothing. i am thinking about running away and not being cold anymore [more seriously than i should, probably]. i am clicking refresh on my...
nickoleptic asked: may i please see you tomorrow (as in wednesday, the 27th of january?) if i must provide an excuse, it is cold, and you have my hat.
ughhhhh stalker dude at work today.
poor planning. headphones plus computer charger at home equals not staying in daap.
today, was a really good day.
and its been a really long time since i’ve been able to feel that.
i absolutely love when people i enjoy immensely also enjoy each others company.
more and more, and in bigger and bigger increments, cincinnati is becoming home, which i appreciate.
yesterday, i happened to run into a friend i haven’t seen in quite some time. he said to me: “cali, are you going home or what?...
episodes, and an aside.
people [on campus] approach me with the weirdest inquiries sometimes. maybe i provoke it. though i am generally distant and unaware anymore.
a) “people can just eat soybeans? like, unprocessed?”
“yes.”
b) [really loud throat clearing noise and a tap on the shoulder] “what’s that bag?”
“uh, a coffee bean sack. well it used to..”
...
Watchcaliforniacashrefund:
20_01_2010 The updated and edited cut of our Mt. Adams Film Festival.
that ribbon’s disappearance [per previous post] happened more quickly than i was ready for.
it was almost essentially the topic of my entire set of events that was today.
nickoleptic:
i am very frustrated at the fact that my curiosity about the entire existence of this “support haiti” ribbon on tumblr led me to very unintentionally add said ribbon to my avatar. of course i care about haiti, and am worrying about the people there very much, and wishing there was something i could do to actually help, but to have a ribbon attached to my face somehow proclaiming my...
a space, an essay, mt adams.
Opening the door leads to a warmly, gently lit hall. A few steps in, the immense wooden doors to the left are closed, yellow-white sunlight peaking from beneath them. Further ahead and the lighting reveals its source: not the bulbous fixture attached to the ceiling ten feet above, but the sizeable, wooden framed windows on the wall also to the left, previously hidden from view. The rug from the...
"Love is a process, not a serendipitous...
- Franz Kafka
do you ever feel like you could potentially be doing more harm than good for the people involved in your life?
i am self-involved, and self-destructive a lot of the time, but it probably hurts others more than it hurts me.
i don’t know why i’m putting this here.
neighborhood of characters:
tupac lives above me.
jimi hendrix gives me sweaters/food at work [that i usually discard.]
episodes.
Nnamdi [history critiques professor] : “who killed architecture?”
student in lecture : “Frank Ghery.”
just walked past a freshman saying to friends “ugghhhh those daaps kids are soo weird. we have one across the hall from us.”
trying to make amends is always weird.
i don’t want to talk about that.
"funny how strangers sometimes can affect you...
icouldhavelied:
Has anyone else been in the situation where they are at a coffee shop doing work and then they want to close their iTunes window only for it to say “There are one or more users connected to this library, if you close this, they will be disconnected.” See, now I feel bad closing the window, even though I do not need it anymore, so it shall remain open, for this certain unnamed...
my eyes are dry.
from having to look at computer screens and textbooks too much as of late.
or from having to actually consciously interpret their findings.
or from trying to remember appearances probably forgotten.
or from having to squint against the bitter wind so prevalent in cincinnati.
or from being upset, in general.
or from having no direction from the other senses, busily misinterpreting their...
ask. →
should be doing sketches and i’d rather answer questions!
Watchwhile i am not certain what produce & videos have to do with architecture, i enjoy our end result.
Anonymous asked: ever gotten busy on a boat?
Anonymous asked: what's the weirdest animal you've ever eaten?
Anonymous asked: what's yo name? how tall is you? you gotta boyfriend?
ask:
http://adaptivity.tumblr.com/ask
i hate SAID.
thanks, jerry for the revised curriculum.
but if you ever answered emails i’d ask you why the fuck i’m killing myself in your program when the last three quarters of overpriced “learning” are only a studio credit and 4 electives.
an entire year of electives.
oh well. guess it means after this quarter i can turn my brain off, save it for figuring out what to do while not...