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Alohra also stuck this on her journal, but it's cool, iniit?

I took it of her on Valentine's Day.



Tomorrow I'm performing as lunch host for someone who is at my school auditioning for the soon-open Digital Media/Photo prof... I'm a bit nervous. Not to mention that I'm really quite happy with the prof I have now, and it's lame ass that they're giving him the boot.

New idea for thesis: Art Spiegelman's "In the Shadow of No Towers". Too aware? I don't know...

Sitting around in quiet rooms... playing People Like Us on very loud... oh oh oh.

I need to print 40 photographs of various students tomorrow. That will be very very ninja and involve listening to good music.

HST is gone and I have nothing to say... I am very struck by how dramatically the American dream left him.

HST makes me think of Rob (al!)... I wonder how he is doing... and I remember his knit cap, with a hole in the brim.

I've been boiling deep with things to say for a long time, but somehow when I sit down, they all mysteriously disappear.

I am going to be glittering like a fake ember this Friday.

Can annyone recommend to me a good piece of software that will effectively rip dvds in avi format to my HD while preserving English subtitles?

The weather here has been disquieting in its dryness and sun and breeze. The novelty has worn out, and California is very damaged and dry... the warmth now is forbidding when I think of this summer, and it all feels like something out of Joan Didion.