hey! i have a question for you......were you a member here before you became an SG? if so, what was your username? i ask because i have you listed on my friends list from way before, when i was just a member! and i don't remember the name "siv".....so yeah, what was your member name? thanks for humoring me!
heh. i am at such levels of olympian boredoms and procrastination-polly that i have descended to the depths of taking stupid pictures of me with my hair wet. i apologize.
but it beats writing my paper. i promise you that.
not a story, but a picture:
(hey! like a pitcher-book!)
p.s. i really wish someone had slipped emma bovary the arsenic around page 43. this woman is too self-centered to live. granted, her husband charles is complete oxygen-depletion personified, but GOOD GOD WOMAN. i wonder if "the vapors" were synonymous with middle-class ennui back in nineteenth century france? bleh.
i had this nagging thought that maybe today was daylight whooozits, but maybe it's just unnaturally light out at 7:30 for no reason? tommyknockers, anyone?
road trip to providence today. the afternoon to be filled with instances (well, instance, singular) of me breaking in (with key!) to my old place of employment so's i can write a paper on flaubert. ahhh, the manifold joys of... Read More
Oh, I'm with you there sister. My shitty college jobs owed me much more than minimum wage and I snagged as much swag as I could. Even after I graduated and got those bloated dot com salaries, they still owed me for the corporate political bullshit they made me eat. So I've got a lifetime supply of mechanical pencils, hiligheters, pens, and so on. Not to mention gobs of pirated software. Arggg.
Man, I never read anyone's profile all the way through the first time. Liz Phair. Waiting For Guffman. Men's Pants, gotta love it.
oops, addendum: for those curious about the "crime photography" part of my profile, i posted a couple pics at the suicidegirls livejournal community. yes, i look freakydead, heehee. it gives me the heebies, sorta.
the linksies were great. they remind me of this Red Aunts album that i love called #1 chicken. inside the album are photos of the girls in the band all (fake) bloodied up. Or they kinda remind me of my friend Morgan who who gets nose bleeds all the time in the middle of the night. She takes poloroids of them and she always has this crazy dazed look on her face and mad bedhead in the shots. she has stacks of poloroids like this.
okay, this is way too long for a single journal reply.
bye now.
today we took a break from lifestyles of the poor and sedentary and hiked up slippery slush-covered Bare Mountain. tomorrow, our computer-console rears will be aching like nobody's business. but nothing quite beats beer in thin atmosphere, heh.
being up there for some reason reminded me of this freaky book i read as a kid...kit williams' riddle-book "masquerade." the illustrations are fantastic. apparently it was... Read More
well, i'm very excited to have a new forum to discuss matters of art and photography...you all are such creative types that i'm eager to see your work and hear some feedback. i'm gradumacating into the big bad world of unemployed hobnobbery this spring, and have finally made a portfolio of sorts...
here's an exploration of an awesome greeneyred space in the boiler room of... Read More
reading laura mulvey makes siv crazy. the one thing i hate about reading literary theory is that, unlike a good old fashioned verbal rough-n-tussle, you can't reach across the table and scream at the book when it says idiot things like "women represent castration to all men."
i'm becoming quite the master of procrastination. yesterday, while doing work in the big ol' bibliotheque, the fire... Read More
If you live where I think you live....which place did you go to?