today is was sitting in the grad student art studios (located under the bleachers at the soccer field) waiting for my professor to return with a mocha for me after she shipped a box full of foam stuffing and wax molds (dyed foam stuffing as a jell-o replacement).
i sat reading sartre (a book i had just found lying around the studio) while sitting amongst colorful wax molds that look like huge delicious candies, waiting for damp dyed foam stuffing to dry, while listening to the hum of the heater.
isn't this how i have always wanted to be: absorbed in art and reading some intellectual's meanderings of political and sociological uprisings.
it is indeed.
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last night i went out to dinner with devo, thanks to a gift certificate to the elephant bar.
we ate at the bar cause we were too lazy to wait 10 minutes for a table.
there was a very drunk man at the bar. he had been drinking white wine. he started talking to us about how sb is amazing, then he asked us waht we were studying and was trying to give us life advice. he told devo that he had the charisma of a cow and would therefore not be cut out for politics. and he told me that i would be okay as an artist.
he kept insisting that he was 46 and hip. i am 21 and i can't even claim that i am hip.
WTF does hip mean anyway? anyone that says hip, is obviously not.
he kinda got the hint that we didn't want to talk to him anymore. but before he left us to our dinner, he asked what art i did. i hate that question. cause how do i describe the artwork that lives in my head, waiting for the right moment to fly out and hit the world over the head with emotion, color and all that other geo-esque stuff. GEO-ESQUE. i want that to become an art term. (if anyone uses that and has proof i will make you a little geo-art.. for your contribution to the geo). i told him i make installation art. then he went on and on about how i am a patient woman and are worthy. I AM WORTHY.
it was soo funny.
then this guy next to us, with a bluish-black drink to match his goth-self. gave me recommendations on good japanese buddhism books, while i enjoyed my salmon cakes. oh elephant bar, you weird weird place of safari-glory.
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and now:
clean my room a bit.
put a sheet on my bed.
put away my books.
prepare myself for the evening.
i sat reading sartre (a book i had just found lying around the studio) while sitting amongst colorful wax molds that look like huge delicious candies, waiting for damp dyed foam stuffing to dry, while listening to the hum of the heater.
isn't this how i have always wanted to be: absorbed in art and reading some intellectual's meanderings of political and sociological uprisings.
it is indeed.
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last night i went out to dinner with devo, thanks to a gift certificate to the elephant bar.
we ate at the bar cause we were too lazy to wait 10 minutes for a table.
there was a very drunk man at the bar. he had been drinking white wine. he started talking to us about how sb is amazing, then he asked us waht we were studying and was trying to give us life advice. he told devo that he had the charisma of a cow and would therefore not be cut out for politics. and he told me that i would be okay as an artist.
he kept insisting that he was 46 and hip. i am 21 and i can't even claim that i am hip.
WTF does hip mean anyway? anyone that says hip, is obviously not.
he kinda got the hint that we didn't want to talk to him anymore. but before he left us to our dinner, he asked what art i did. i hate that question. cause how do i describe the artwork that lives in my head, waiting for the right moment to fly out and hit the world over the head with emotion, color and all that other geo-esque stuff. GEO-ESQUE. i want that to become an art term. (if anyone uses that and has proof i will make you a little geo-art.. for your contribution to the geo). i told him i make installation art. then he went on and on about how i am a patient woman and are worthy. I AM WORTHY.
it was soo funny.
then this guy next to us, with a bluish-black drink to match his goth-self. gave me recommendations on good japanese buddhism books, while i enjoyed my salmon cakes. oh elephant bar, you weird weird place of safari-glory.
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and now:
clean my room a bit.
put a sheet on my bed.
put away my books.
prepare myself for the evening.
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I'm far from perfect. Just have made a lot of mistakes and kind of have learned better ways to deal with stuff. I'm still a raging bitch sometimes though.