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[24 Nov 2009|09:52am] |
I made these; they're silent:
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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 claimed to have read. He called me for advice on a project he is doing in alabama with project 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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[16 Sep 2009|10:46am] |
Having a space to put your work really illuminates the process of art making.* I can't keep the audio going, someone always shuts it off. If there isn't any audio there isn't any show. The book already has all these confusing, but I'm pretty sure to be insulting comments like, "I'd rather be lonely."
Good, I think. Really good. But then again, maybe they just didn't hear the audio.
Overall, I'm really please with this experience.
Not in response to the idea of putting work in the physical sphere, but in addition to that, I've started a little website for little short stories. I have more plans for the website in the future (and maybe more involvement) but the audiobook that my show is about is the first thing in it. It's actually a podcast so you can follow it, if you so choose. Check it out:
http://sacredmiraclecave.com
*i guess its difficult to find success in a gallery, because chances are people don't really like what you did that much.** But that doesn't have to be bad I guess, because it's kind of part of what it means. I'm sort of enjoying it.
( a photo of photos )
**And if people turn off your equipment without turning it back on, take pieces of the show, and cannot be held accountable, is it still worth it to put something you hold dear into the public sphere. It's an old question really.
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[15 Sep 2009|10:59am] |
Someone took this bottle that was a part of my show.
God it sucks. I checked the Maintenance Guys, I checked with the people at the desk, I asked them if they had cameras but they aren't even pointed at the wall. I hung the show on saturday and today was the first day the gallery was even open.
I'm kind of being scolded for it being a bottle and therefore looking inconspicuous, but that was the point. That may be fair because, yes, that did make it more vulnerable, but it's in a serif font! I left it below the two drawings and it pointed up at them. I didn't want a loud title.
It's painted on a national bohemian 40 because I wrote the story for Baltimore.
(So maybe it's fitting if it was stolen, or even if it was just accidentally thrown away)
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fuck.
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[12 Sep 2009|03:34pm] |
Hello!
I got a letter. Got to go. Gonna see Amy Goodman and the others.
Pizza party tonight; I sure can dream some.
Phones and bills. Bills and smoothies. Smoothies.
an excerpt from Johnny Cash:
I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
around and around
an excerpt from Bruce Springsteen:
Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do (oh no)
I can take you higher
Im on fire
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[19 Aug 2009|05:49pm] |
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Tomorrow, around 11, we're doing a farmstand in front of Cafe' Doris.We're going to have a bunch of cucumbers, kale and tomatoes. I think there is some kind of a free-swap at the Brown Center at the same time. Come see us!
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[16 Aug 2009|02:13pm] |
first seen from my window:
 
( splash )
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[11 Aug 2009|01:27pm] |
Sweat sneaking up on your underlegs is like bugs crawling below you.
Yikes.
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[10 Aug 2009|08:27pm] |
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[06 Aug 2009|07:10pm] |
caught in the act:
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[02 Aug 2009|11:04am] |
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[30 Jul 2009|01:48pm] |
It's my last day in Ceramics and I'm spending it on the internet and cleaning small things and eating the amazing food that the intro class brought in for their potluck. Sarah asked everyone to clap for us, me and the other workers. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been clapped for. This was a good job. I'm glad I had it. The only thing that I'm not going to miss is what working in this studio does to my health. (I'm also looking forward to exhibitions in the fall).
This girl who was going to give me another cat for free called me last night and told me she changed her mind. I don't know why but the news made me sad. Looks like it's just me and this crazy fucker:
(and Kim, who is moving in on Monday)
Me and Paige were going to visit Julian in the Outer Banks this weekend, but we decided to go next weekend on account of I couldn't find anyone to catsit. This works better anyways, and I found out today that good ol' Matt K. is going to be there as well. Plus, there is an eggplant growing in the garden, and it's our first, and I want to watch it get fat.
Speaking of the garden, I might try not buying food next week. I'll still go to the market, and as always I'd love to take anyone with me that would like to go. Actually, I think I might just buy some bread and fruit, but as far as vegetables I'm set.
I really have to finish up the project that Austin and I have been working on. He has been sending me some really beautiful stuff, and I hope that I can hold up my end of the deal.
Four books are coming in the mail:
1. Murukami, hard boiled wonderland and the edge of the world
2. Hemingway, the Garden of Eden
3. Sagan, Contact
4. Bolano, the Savage Detectives
%. I'm going to make sure I reread vonnegets before those get here because I think those books are good for the soul.
I want to read 2666, but I thought I needed to take a break from that kind of world. I finished Infinite Jest last week. I was sitting on the beach in Florida. The last page coinsided with some of my couisins approaching so I kind of faked them out and ran away. I couldn't handle small talk after that. Oh but a sidenote: while infinite jest is not an audiobook, there actually is a recording of 2666 read aloud. Its only like 39 and a half hours.
I've been good about coffee lately, but I had a cappuchinno this morning.
I've thought about Penland a lot.
Kim's cat has been doing this thing where he looks me in the eye and then pees on something of mine, like my comforter or my carpet. It's not my favorite thing about him.
I wish I knew as much about making ceramic work as I do about mixing clay.
I wish I could take trips to:
Madison, Wisconsin to visit my grandparents
L.A. at thanksgiving to be with Deirdre, Fred and my Mom
Winston-Salem because I always wish I could visit more
I always forget what city Ryan is in but I remember him inviting me so I kind of wish I could go.
bye.
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[17 Jul 2009|08:18am] |
Also:
Award-winning journalist Amy Goodman, host of the daily, grassroots, global, radio/TV news hour Democracy Now!, is on a national speaking tour to mark DN!'s 13th anniversary and launch her third book with journalist David Goodman, Standing Up to the Madness: Ordinary Heroes in Extraordinary Times.
WHEN: 5pm
WHERE: Maryland Institute College of Art, Falvey Hall, Brown Center, 1301 Mount Royal Ave., Baltimore, Maryland 21217
DESCRIPTION: MICA and the American Civil Liberties Union of Maryland (ACLU-MD) will commemorate Constitution Day with the free symposium, The State of Women's Rights. The panelists are civil rights activist Angela Davis, political journalist Amy Goodman of Democracy Now! and Helen Molesworth, a curator at the Harvard Art Museums and an expert on feminism in the art world. The panel moderator will be Sheilah Kast, the host of Maryland Morning with Sheilah Kast. Conference participants will discuss the state of the women's rights movement 30 years after its ascendancy, including current issues with reproductive rights, female stereotypes portrayed in the media and recent decisions in the Supreme Court that some say undermine women's rights in the workplace.
TICKETS: Free and Open to the Public
MORE INFO: MICA
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[17 Jul 2009|06:41am] |
I'm on the news with the fusball guys. ( watch here: http://wjz.com/morningedition/artscape.games.music.2.1089802.html ) We had to wake up this morning and be there by 5 o clock. I'm now at home with this crazy cat, trying to catch a few hours of sleep before I have to go back to artscape to work at a bicycle blender stand and then again at fusball and then ride with Patrick and Zoe all the way to Fresh Start Farm to volunteer for the will allen lecture.
It actually feels more like summer this weekend.
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[04 Jul 2009|01:30pm] |
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"Many hands slide under his back; the shoulder blooms with colorless fire." -pg 619
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[18 Jun 2009|11:36am] |
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I dreamt I was hiking, looking over a cliff when porcelain and painted-brown bears came through the woods toward me and my friends. The view from so high was lovely, but I was very scared. The bears approached me and explained, "We aren't even hungry, but we're going to eat you."
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[03 Jun 2009|10:26pm] |
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I feel kind of bad when I look back at pictures of people I used to know and they're so skinny that I have to wonder, "is it the coke?" because that's not really fair to them, to that person and I should probably just assume that they started to work out and that if they are smiling in photos it doesn't mean that they are definitely happy and it doesnt mean that they aren't really miserable either, which is why I should just pity them a little bit and myself a little more for being trashy in general and thinking I could possibly know what "people" could be like so many years after I guess I really didn't know them so well, anyways.
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[31 May 2009|10:39am] |
As red clay down-hilled and washed away,
the grey rain came and stained your face.
Your feet sucked mud; your socks wrote the storm. But hey babe! Hey baby, how’d you get so?
Where are worms that smell like pennies? Where are fingers that taste like what you shouldn’t touch? Baby worms all tied up in balls. Remember some that was caked and squished and ate. Can’t remember a then time’s spring without a mud pie in your hands, across your lips and in your ear.
In Sunday lace dresses, all zipped but bare footed, we didn’t know each other for lack-of-any difference.
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[31 May 2009|10:30am] |
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It's good things for summer nights. Summer is good when you've got nothing you want done. Summer is hard, especially this summer. I'm waiting for a really good spurt of fast and loud energy.
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[20 May 2009|06:16pm] |
http://www.mirandapfeiffer.com/
I feel like the short story, Surely I Come Quickly is really still a draft, but I may need to sit on it for a while before I drastically improve it.
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[14 May 2009|11:49am] |
pictures from the garden:
(waste neutral brought us compost)
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[14 May 2009|10:42am] |
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I'm taking the kenan up on their offer to get me to winston-salem for a penland reception. Ill be there the 23 and the 24.
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[12 May 2009|09:48am] |
If you're interested, I've written a book of 11 short short stories and 1 longer short story. There are seven illustrations. The book is called "This Coming Between."
The book is hardcover, which is why the price is a little higher than I would like. However, on lulu (linked above) you can download the entire thing for free. I've set my profits to zero. The price is the actual cost of making the book.
Hope you like it.
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[30 Apr 2009|11:11am] |
This is a lithograph I made in february.
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[19 Apr 2009|01:56pm] |
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"all the devices were at hand, and all the devices had failed to emancipate."
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[19 Apr 2009|01:49pm] |
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"mother bear charges train"
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[18 Apr 2009|10:09pm] |
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does anyone need a lot of screen printing ink? I just dont think I can house it anymore and Ill give it to a friend or someone cool. Best case scenario: I trade ink for a [wooden] cigar box. I will use it to keep a collection of fire, or rather to become an annex to my existing collection.
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[18 Apr 2009|04:55pm] |
kitty's emerging choreography
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[13 Apr 2009|02:14pm] |
shark hearts:
ps. So I recently put some new-ish comics at Atomic Books and The Mica Store and Normals in Waverly.
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