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[17 Jul 2010|07:30am] |
Because by the time I left Clementine's house the subway had stopped running, I spent most of last night in a Korean bath house. It cost me about seven dollars, and I slept for five hours. Totally safe and incredible. Lots of naked people; lots of sweat; lots of amethyst crystal.
Our show is this Wednesday and I've been carving the mountains of seoul out of Ginseng soap.
Also, it's been raining for two days solid: Monsoon season!!!!!
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[25 Jun 2010|05:25pm] |
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Baltimore's so incredible.
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[24 Jun 2010|04:57pm] |
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Today I had the best Subway™ sandwich I've ever had. Also, Andrew had to take off the afternoon at work to do an interview about unique gallery spaces with the Washington Post. That's cool, but it means the afternoon got sssllloooww. I need to pack. And thaw chicken.
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[22 Jun 2010|04:16pm] |
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I think I will actually write more public entries while I am away. I am away soon. I will miss Baltimore, especially the new house and the new vibes known as Lauren Brick Vibes and Joanna Kopczyk Vibes. Also, I was invited to and will not be able to attend two very potentially erotic social gatherings in the states for fourth of July. I don't know what I will feel on the fourth. I can't believe I don't get to see the tomatoes turn red at the garden. Today at the bank I picked up my S. Korean Won while a man standing at the window beside me withdrew thousands of dollars in cash, deciding between 3000 and 3400. So excited for this adventure, but it'd be neat if life here would just pause while I'm away. Ok. Enough of that. I promise never to ever complain again. Life is A O K ALRIGHT. Really, I should be spending this precious time on the internet more wisely to look up fried chicken recipes.
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[11 Jun 2010|02:17pm] |
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This morning I spilled some of the sugar water in the hive, and I watched one bee pull another bee out of the goo.
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[10 Jun 2010|03:46pm] |
Titles for upcoming novels I will write:
1. Raccoon Raccoon And Two Cheeks Full Of Bees
2. An Increasing Concern
3. Blizzard
4. I Wouldn't Blame It All On Jenna
5. It Creaks Like A Bastard
6. Little Winds That Died Immediately
Then there is a two parter
"The Biggest Rainbow In The World Is A Sunset"
and
"It's Night-Time, But There's No Black"
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| FREE GARDEN HARVEST |
[09 Jun 2010|11:38am] |
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Free Food at the Buddha Garden by the light rail tracks, in-between Mount Royal and North Ave stops. Come pick right from the beds that are labeled with bright blue ribbon. Arugula, Peppercress, Lettuce
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[08 Jun 2010|11:26am] |
Last night Claire was really dehydrated and she passed out in my arms after passing out on the roof. I couldn't hold her weight, as I dropped my two glasses of liquid and she ended up hitting her chin on the floor. I fell on top of her. We were both soaked in beer and water. At least it was carpet. Me and Jenna fed her in gus's bedroom, put her to bed, and then I went back outside where my heart was pounding for some time after.
Later, I had a nightmare where I woke up at Matts house in the morning and realized that I didn't know where margo was. I went out to the roof and saw her mangled body so low below, squeezed and splattered into the staircase leading down to Michael's apartment. I started to scream. Maybe I was screaming in the real world, in my big bed. What killed me to see her there, was that while dream-me had been falling asleep, Margo had been falling to her death. How could dream-me have fallen asleep so easily, when my dream-awake self was needed out on that roof? I wondered what those moments were like for her, as I have wondered for myself nearly every time I'm on a roof. Would the seconds of falling be terrifying? Would you realize you were going to die? All this was not pleasant, but rather haunting to me in the dream, though I figured that Margo would have had a pretty optimistic view of the whole thing in those few moments. I met her mom at a farm for the funeral. Matt Lohry hugged me by a bale of straw. Nothing felt better. Nothing ever was going to be ok, and anyways, her body looked gnarled as hell.
But the new apartment is nice. Three weeks from now I should be in Korea, but first I have to finish this animation for Soft Cat, and I also just took a third job; I'll be working both markets this week. What? What, Miranda? Hugh's class came to the garden yesterday. It was incredible to see so many people out there. I will miss seeing the full squash harvest come in. I love the bees, but maybe I'm not good enough for them. Today I made them a little angry and they crawled all over my face. Still no stings, yet.
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[05 Jun 2010|10:54am] |
Been spending a lot of time remodeling at the new Current Gallery's space, an old temporary labor facility downtown near the H and H. Exciting. Also, come to Lauren and Peggy's opening tonight at Open Space.
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[24 May 2010|08:50pm] |
1. Dear Koreas, work it out please. If you're at war I can't come and see you in a month.
2. Today was the most urban farmingest day ever. Bees were installed into the garden yesterday. They. Are. The most beautiful creatures I've met yet. Sorry worms, no hard feelings..you're still %100 percent perfect in my book.
This morning I went to see the new Baltimore Development Cooperative's new space across Greenmount and North. It's a great place and a pretty good plan, too. I helped with some raised beds, planting and soil distribution in the back. Because most of our plot is tilled and worked, I haven't had as much chance to dig. It was good to get back into some wheelbarrowing and shoveling. I was most amazed by the sheer amount of space they have. Most places like that in Baltimore (copy cat, open space) are not owned by the tenants. It could be a very meaningful spot in the next few years. I wonder if they miss spending so much of their time at Participation Park. It seems like they're happy to look forward.
Hugh had contacted me at 8:30 this morning to give a worm workshop this afternoon, so I did that around 2. I felt a little rusty, but also just a bit tired from all the hard physical labor. In the workshops I've given this year, I've hoped to express the intimacy I've wound up feeling with the worms. It's a strange thing to dig through a bin. I'm hoping I'll have a similarly oceanic feeling peering into my hive. I know how it can sound; all this sustainability stuff can be so overwhelming and didactic. Though vermiculture is a way to decrease one's waste, I think I'm in it for a different kind of understanding.
Hugh Pocock is really pretty smart.
After the worm workshop I had a meeting with Katherine at the garden. We had to go back into the hive just to add a bit of syrup to the top feeder. I even need to make more syrup tonight. I couldn't believe how much they've done in just one day!
I watered, checked in on the worms I have at the garden, and then as I was walking away got a call from Bettina. She said she was heading down there. Joanna was there too! So the three of us weeded and planted more beans and things. It's been so much fun having all the new faces at the garden this year (Even if some of them, I'm pretty well aquatinted with already). I think it's such a pleasant group to work with; we're lucky it can stay so low key. That said, anyone's still welcome to join us any time. It's completely open.
I'm home now. I need to disassemble my tables and keep packing, but my legs wont even move. The last thing I did was fix myself a gigantic dinner with the only things left in my fridge. Did you know they have FRESH sweet peas at the market right now? Matt picked some up for me while I was working at the mushroom stand yesterday. Dinner was sweat peas and whole wheat pasta with shitakes, pom poms, and the supposed king of all mushrooms, porcini. Ever had them? They are pretty good and all, but I actually liked the pom poms the most. I made Ryan Hoover try a raw pom pom yesterday. He didn't seem impressed. I told him, "that mushroom is worth five dollars!" I finally used some pasta sauce that I made from the mushrooms at the garden last summer. It was in my freezer the whole year. The pantry is pretty close to empty; I'm pretty close to packed.
Urban farming is fantastic, but if you want to know the truth...I had a soda between the workshop and the bees. Just keep it going, you know?
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| City of Bees |
[08 May 2010|11:39pm] |
This animation is what I spent most of the semester working on. Kate and Matt did the music. If you're gonna, might as well watch it in high quality on the site, http://vimeo.com/11480986
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[06 May 2010|08:27am] |
I was going to try and find a way to put flax seed on my waffle this morning, because I feel like waffles for breakfast isn't so healthy, but then I realized there was flax in the waffles that I made, and also flax in the peanut butter I was putting on them. Then I sprinkled raisins and granola on top of the waffle. It seems like all I eat are the same ingredients passed around. The only difference is that instead of yogurt, I'm eating a waffle.
Intro to Wood has been a phenomenal bunch of students. Maybe we can have a moment to look at everyon's work this morning. I don't know. Lauren, you should be in green woodworking next term; I'm excited, but not as excited as I am for summer. Today's my last day of class. I'd like to write more this summer. Despite doing the radio show, I haven't really been writing all that much; all the drafts I've got of short stories are about snow. That tells you how long it has been since I've really written.
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[30 Apr 2010|09:19am] |
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Raisin bran with peanuts in it IS the same as a p b and j with a glass of milk.
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[28 Apr 2010|01:24pm] |
graphite animation
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[08 Apr 2010|10:13pm] |
thank jehovah for kung fu bicycles and priscilla presley
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[15 Mar 2010|11:19pm] |
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what. According to the Danish newspaper Politiken, a video game called "Eden," which is based on the film, is in the works. It will start where the film ends. "It will be a self-therapeutic journey into your own darkest fears, and will break the boundaries of what you can and can't do in video games," says video game director Morten Iversen.
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[15 Mar 2010|11:08pm] |
I just watched Antichrist.
From the street:
Female voice: I can't handle this kind of shit right now.
Male: Don't ignore me.
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[01 Mar 2010|11:55am] |
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"It felt like spring in the morning, but then it started to hail."
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| Kate |
[01 Mar 2010|11:16am] |
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Working with musicians in a both-get-to-make-their-own-decisions way is really rewarding. I think I should do it even more.
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[28 Feb 2010|08:56pm] |
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[24 Feb 2010|08:33am] |
part 2 of 2
(cafe doris, 2 pm, this saturday)
For anyone who wants to garden with us this spring and summer. Any amount of experience. Any amount of commitment. At this meeting we're just going to see what we've got to work with.
I'm bringing plant cuttings to give to everyone for their homes.
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[20 Feb 2010|12:12pm] |
But I don't know
something should probably be said about things
big and small
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[16 Feb 2010|04:42pm] |
So this weekend I'm doing a worm bin workshop: that is a box of worms you can keep inside to feed your food scraps. Some of the previously new-to-composting worm-bin-users who have participated in my worm exchange project will also be speaking. If you're around (and especially if you're already on the waiting list and you're soon to inherit some worms) you should definitely come.
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[14 Feb 2010|02:49pm] |
I'd like to meet this recording in an Eraserhead-style dream:
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[27 Jan 2010|02:14pm] |
This changes slowly
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[18 Jan 2010|03:06pm] |
Here is another animation. Those of you who went to Northwest might recognize certain elements. It's not in HD because I can't embed in HD on Vimeo, and youtube won't let me upload something that's longer than 10 minutes, but I think you can watch it in HD on the Vimeo site.
Two Teachers from Miranda Pfeiffer on Vimeo.
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[18 Jan 2010|10:22am] |
this is one of three animations I made over the break:
The voice is Kara Daly. (Kara Williams for many of you.)
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[15 Jan 2010|05:32pm] |
Puss Fust tomorrow night at Open Space Gallery, come get a copy of this magazine, edited by Ingrid Burrington and Kimmy Fung. (My story is also in it.)
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[15 Jan 2010|05:26pm] |
A tutorial video I made over the break on getting your parents to compost/how to build a worm bin.
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[04 Jan 2010|04:46pm] |
Are you in charlotte?
Come contra dancing with us (me, dae/dani boskovich, our moms, and my friend julian) tonight from 7:30-10 at Chantilly Hall, 2101 Shenandoah Ave. Charlotte, NC
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[05 Dec 2009|12:17pm] |
intro to sculpture-ledelle-tuesday morning
hopefully intro to art crit at night, i think i can get in.
joan on wednesday
wood on thursday
american folk art on thursday nights.
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[16 Nov 2009|07:23pm] |
max- on Wednesday morning.
everyone- what else should I take? I need another art history or a really good academic elective (my last)
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[14 Nov 2009|08:01pm] |
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Japanese master woodworker George Nakashima spent much of his life listening to trees. In large warehouses on his Pennsylvania property (where many old, beautiful trees still grow--many of them planted by him and his family to replace the ones they cut down), slabs of hemlocks, birches, oaks, pines, and hundreds of other kinds of trees line the walls, waiting to become something. Nakashima says that his practice differs from other furniture makers'. First he chooses the piece of wood, then he decides what type of furniture or object it will become. He says that some particularity--maybe the way the grain runs, a certain position of a knot, a certain dip or curve to the piece of lumber--will tell him what it wants to be. It was with this philosophy in mind that I proceeded the other afternoon. There was a purpose for the scrap 2x4s leaning against the black leather couch at the back of the shop. I could have learned this from, like Nakashima, listening to the wood--putting my ear up to it, running my hand along its length, figuring the pattern of the grain into the final design in my head. Instead there was but one voice echoing through my skull: that of a large, white cat meowing insistently. Looking at the 2x4s, I judged that I could answer this feline call, though it was more a demand than a request. I had to live with that cat, and I would do it the only way I know how: by expressing my love for it in the form of a gift. I made swiftly for the chop saw, changing the wood a few ways, pulling it up to the work table, sizing it, settling on some guess of a height--at one point I really entered the mind of the cat, wondering, what would I want? A carpet square in my car became the surface of a platform, the 2x4s the legs of the base: a padded pedestal for a prince. The screws went in and before long there stood in the middle of the woodshop a strange piece of furniture. Bystanders were
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[07 Nov 2009|11:58am] |
what exactly would it take to some day get in McSweeny's? Cause I'll probably just do whatever that is, if anyone knows.
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[03 Nov 2009|05:00pm] |
I've been adding some new things to my website.
Mostly stories, but a new project and some links. A lot of people made new websites this month.
This is a new story and this is a new story.
This is the start of my worm bin project, though the links to the worm website will take you to a place that is still in progress. The worm project actually launches this week. If I haven't mentioned it, I'm hooking people up with worm bins in the hopes that in a few months the worms will multiply and we can redistribute more worm bins to more people. Worm bins are indoor composting bins. They're very easy to make and I'd love to help anyone out who want to make one.
I'm actually still fussing with some of these just added pages, mostly grammar fussing, which I usually have to do a lot of because I never ever attended a school thats focus was academics.
Michael Hardt tonight at 2640.
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[02 Nov 2009|04:46pm] |
I like the moment of being a student because when people look at you they hopefully still see potential. Hopefully. I like when this cat looks like a mush ball and I pick him up and say, "you little mush ball." I like my boyfriend. I like the ones I've had. I like plants, and I feel excited for them when I see that they're growing. I like worms. I'll keep them safe. I like eating pumpkin pie with my man. I like this city because it was really my first like it, and it didn't suck, and it doesn't seem hollow even when it seems hollowed. I like the idea of next semester. I like the way when you're in school, you can break it down as much as that. I like the past more than the future.
I like nail polish. White nail polish. I like tea. But, I like coffee too, which I've been told you have to pick one. I like a clean kitchen. I like watching a movie. I like punctual people. I like learning about the civil war, though I haven't had much time for frivolous studies. I like hunger.
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[02 Nov 2009|04:45pm] |
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I’m gonna catch every fly in this house. I’m going to smash every bug to drops of mush. I’m gonna stomp out every single rat, on every single tail. Their shit’s going to have no where to go. I’m gonna clean out the cupboard, then the fridge, then the sink, then the toilet. I’m going to sweep. Next, I’ll mop. Then, I will sweep. No more cat hair. Out with the cat. No more room mates, out with them. No knick nacks and scotch tape, no couch, no pictures on the wall. Absolutely no boyfriends, and I’d sooner go naked then wear another dress. These white walls are too much, scrape them off. These floor boards are still dirty. Burn the whole thing down.
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[01 Nov 2009|09:08pm] |
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Lauren Brick is a good artist, and a good person. I sincerely like her work; I don't see her as a trend, but I think she's alive in the world and responding. Her work is smart, but not over intellectualized. It's not about hanging out with the good artist, though. She makes it not about that. She is humble. I like her.
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[29 Oct 2009|01:02pm] |
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I need a feather. Preferably a feather from a baltimore bird. Does anyone know where I could find this? (other than just chancing upon it in the street)
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[20 Oct 2009|07:38pm] |
If I can go another set of hours without a fever, I can go to class tomorrow. I'm getting better very quickly, and I can only hope it is the raw garlic I've been eating for almost three months. Being sick has made me bored. The past few days, I haven't been able to get anything done. I start something and then go to sleep or start something else. The main reason I can't finish anything is because I am uninspired. Down time always makes me feel this way; it's easier to feel confident in your work when you don't stop to think about it.
Last night I told Patrick that I really hadn't written in my journal in a while, and he shot me a disappointed look. When we met, he told me he was inspired by the amount that I wrote. I used to write a private entry every day. Since this summer, I haven't felt the need.
My high school boyfriend called me tonight. He told me that he had read something I had written here about manual labor. Shit, and I thought Max and Bettina, and Lauren were the only ones still reading this. I don't even remember writing what he claimed to have read. He called me for advice on a project he is doing in alabama with M lab. I've always respected his talent, and never once doubted that he is going to be great at what he does. He always does stupid things with his work, like not send it into a guaranteed show just because he is embarrassed, even if I am still hearing about how wonderful his project was. I wish giving other people artistic advice was as easy as giving yourself your own.
I've spent various sections of my time at MICA defending certain mediums as art. First it was comics, these days it's writing. I started gardening this past year, and I love it, but I've never once really tried to tell myself it was my art. Maybe I'm better at that kind of thinking than this [the art] one. If I spend so munch energy defending a form in art school, why wouldn't I just go out and do it in the "real" world.
I tried to write a story yesterday. I sat at home all day today doing the same. My word processor page is still blank, and I don't think anyone really wants to read this, the only thing I could write. Even faced with the cold statistics of art school, I try to leave the future as uncertain as possible. After all that we've been through, isn't it horrifying to think that most of us will end up doing something else?
The people I respect seem as though they became respectable effortlessly, and the peers I respect also have some preternatural ability to be amazing. It isn't always art amazing, but it's usually "art is most likely the best fit" amazing.
If I can keep the fever off, I'll be back in school tomorrow, and I won't be so worried. I will garden. I will plant. Even the semester itself will be over soon enough.
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[28 Sep 2009|04:41pm] |
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Does anyone know where I can get free or cheap untreated wood?
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[28 Sep 2009|10:53am] |
Sound cannons.
The police used sound cannons (tear gas too) to combat the protestors at the G-20 summit.
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[24 Sep 2009|10:50am] |
So the feast was plenty.
So plenty they ate.
In the crazy field of outsiders
the few who knew dug in
really sucked
on that sweet stock and juice.
Thank you stock and juice,
they said, but the unwelcome cried.
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