I have officially missed the train to Ventura. I was supposed to go out there with Jake and John, but I slept in and don't care anyways because it is not so very hot today that the beach would be doable except in a sweater and who cares about beaches in sweaters? I am instead going to take my goddamned Hemingway or whatever the fuck it is to the Egg Plantation and get loaded on Bloody maries and pick at the eggs and broodily waste time eyeing the waiters. I need a new tire for my bike and I need to fucking clean up my goddmaned studio. Its like my life. In a pile.
Living in one room again feels great though. Its actually not so much great as lonely as hell. Maybe once I organize the large heaps of crap, I will find a nice sort of zen balance and I can hire a little butler to roll fancy cigarettes for me and place then in the corner fumidor every night when I'm not looking. Wait. Where's my fumidor? It was supposed to be here last week!
Another take on Emily's survey: Ha ha, I am so sick of being sick and bored:
FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE: 1. Florist 2. Horticulturalist 3. Wedding Planner 4. Board Member
4 MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER 1. BILL AND TED'S EXCELLENT ADVENTURE!!!!! 2. Cry Baby 3. Brotherhood of the Wolf 4. Any Disney Animated Feature (hey, man, ITS INGRAINED!)
FOUR CITIES YOU'VE LIVED IN: 1. CHICAGO, Ill 2. OXFORD, UK 3. BX, NY 4. LA, CA
FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH 1. Punky Brewster 2. Saved By the Bell 3. Where in the World is Carmen San Diego? 4. Sex & The City
FOUR PLACES YOU'VE BEEN ON VACATION: 1. Cape Cod! 2. ROAD TRIP USA! 3. Croatia (swoon) 4. Hawaii (double-swoon)
FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY: 1. The thehungersite.com and its affiliate pages (CSWers: Remember this? ITS STILL THERE!) 2. en.wikipedia.org 3. boingboing.net 4. huffingtonpost.com
FOUR OF YOUR ALL-TIME FAVORITE RESTAURANTS: 1. New Mother India (Waltham, MA) (Can I get A WITNESS?!?!) 2. Meltz (Oxford, England) (BEST EGGS IN THE WORLD!) 3. The DownBeat Cafe (Echo Park, LA, CA) 4. Madame Matisse (ALSO Echo Park)
FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE FOODS 1. CHEESE of ANY KIND (although I have a current weakness for PepperJack) 2. Artichoke 3. Faux Meat Products 4. Coconut Milk Curry
FOUR SCHOOLS YOU'VE ATTENDED 1. New York Botanical Garden School of Professional Horticulture 2. Hampshire College 3. Los Angeles Community College 4. California Institute of the Arts
FOUR PLACES I'D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW: 1. At Madame Matisse (see above) 2. HAWAII 3. Somalia 4. In an incredibly mature and centered personally productive space in my life. HA!
I am here in Hawaii where the weather is even better than in L.A. (sorry, my dear New-Englanders) and being thoroughly pathetic. I have managed to get myself a bit drunk off of cheap Hawaiin wine and am watching "101 most sexy celebrity bodies" with the sound off as try in vain to make progress on my overdue-for-a-year Postcolonial Theory thesis paper. It kills me, man. I am almost 23. I was taught from a very young age that 23 would inevitably and unequivocably be the best year of my life. I would finally be financially independent (not quite there-HA), finished with my education (at LEAST 3-4 years til my MFA takes effect), and in top physical condition (I just keep forgetting to do my damn crunches). I find myself wishing that I had more ambition to pursue the various avenues of success I have (possibly) available to me. As far as contortionism goes, I think I am definitely more of a front bender, but I just keep telling all these movie producers and literary agents that I'm NOT READY for life in the spotlight (hello, you facetious drunk, you). Oh please, please, comment. And also, please edit wikipedia. Often.
Today was the third year in a row that I have shunned the traditional holiday festivities usually accompanied by the date today, and I gotta say, its really great! My relatives are finally starting to get the message and most of them didn't send me any presents, which is nice because I don't feel guilty for not reciprocating the useless and wasteful economy stimulation. My mother did send me a sweater and a box of fruit and my dad sent me a "real" wallet made out of duct tape (I suppose the "reality" of it lies in the fact that it was purchased from a store instead being made out some duct tape he had lying around), but as far as I know, aside from the SW radio I got from the board of trustees a Calarts, that is the entirity of my Xday haul...this could be a record for my lowest holiday gift reception EVER, both in number of gifts and overall retail value, but I can't wait to try and break it again next year-HA! I gotta watch out or this could become a tradition...eeeee.
The best parts of my day today were watching the surfers on the beach in Santa Monica as I collected mussel shells, and finally getting to see my beautiful amaryllis plant that I have been carefully nurturing for weeks finally come into its full glorious red bloom. It's truly amazing looking, and it reminds me of the infinitely magical powers of life and nature.
Even though most of you wonderful people out there in LJ land probably celebrated today in the more traditional American "Karisumasu" vein, I want to tell you all that no matter what you guys want to do in terms of Holidays, I still miss and cherish you all. A lot. Cool. Have a good week!
So now, as I always have been on the winter solstice, I am once again "on break", which means that, for the first time since September my measley little shack is starting to emerge from the layers of fall semester crap that has accumulated since I stopped having time to clean. My sink and all the dishes in it are washed, as are my towels, sheets, blankets, and clothes. I swear I hadn't done laundry in MONTHS. It was crazy. Good thing I have this sort of ghetto-fabulous, extensively variable and decidely cheap wardrobe. I am a thrift store diva for sure these days. As some of you out there in Lj-land may know, I am the elected student trustee at Calarts. Because of this, I went to the Calarts Board meeting last week and hung out with the "big dogs" of fine arts patronage for several hours in the penthouse (or, the pH, as I like to call it) of the Regency Club in the shmancy hotel district on the west side of Wilshire Blvd in Beverly Hills. Gawrsh, it was too fancy for me, but I was pleased to impress Tim Disney and Michael Eisner with my well-spoken brainstorm about possible tuition reduction action that we, the board, could easily and readily take. Now I'm supposed to have coffee with them to discuss this further but I have to admit I am hesitant to call them out of nerves and drunkenness. I am going to Hawaii on New Years Day, and I will hopefully still be drunk from the amazing party the night before that I am sure I will be invited to soon!
"Don't Cry For Me Argentina" Euro Haus Dance Remix
Xmas is off the list... officially fired from my life for the rest of it. Every year this time I have a sad recurring paper writing frustration that will even make me turn to livejournal. Will I ever do anything but school....EVER?! Gah!
So, I am being forced, against my will to learn to operate a rather unfortunate-looking, hand-me-down, cuisinart rice cooker. For some reason this doesn't really depress or infuriate me so much as it just makes me lose my appetite. Its sort of strange because, last night I actually dreamed that I was moving into an apartment with a oven, stove, and dishwasher in the kitchen and I was SO happy that I was once again going to be able to enjoy frozen pizza. To think, I, not culinarily inclined! HA!
The stupid new strokes that I will not listen to again
Here I am in Venice, Italy, acting as a highly specialized art tourist. I even have a press pass and am writing from the exclusive press room where the internet and espresso are >FREE! very cool, man. OK gotta go before they catch on to me. <3<3<3<3
So I spent the majority of last week sick in bed with the first cold I have had since winter 2003. Luckily my immune system didn't totally fuck me over, though, because I got better with just enough time to get the final stages of my projects for these two big group gallery shows together, and thankfully felt OK enough to spend Sunday installing them. They actually look really good, too. One is entitled "My first real painting : a placeholder" and it consists of a blank canvas with sticky letters stuck to it that spell out "DISGUSTING DISCUSSED THING". I think its fucking hot conceptual art. The other installation consists of a toilet installed in the middle of the gallery. It looks really clean and profesh and authentic, and I even figured out how to have water in it (thank you, plumbers wax). I am doing a performance with this piece at the art opening on Thursday. First, I will refrain from defecating for a total of 3 days (tomorrow is day one) Then, on Thursday evening, just as the free booze and lack of entertainment are starting to get to the frustrated art opening-goers, I will enter the scene announced in a carnivalesque way (think "and, now, the moment we've all been waiting for...") wearing a lab coat, safety goggles, a face mask, ear plugs, and knee & elbow pads. I will proceed to the toilet, sit down and take an enourmous shit, then get up and exit. I fully expect to drive some members of my audience into the depths of utter madness through this action. Even the ones who don't just totally lose it will be astounded and appalled. I also expect to be forced to remove it by the custodial crew. Again, fucking hot conceptual art. I am, at this point, practically a fucking hot conceptual art factory. I am also at this point (and have always been, apparently) a shit factory, although this just recently came to my attention. HAH!! Who wouldv'e thought?
I think I am running for re-election (along with my very favorite rock band, TOTALLY RADD!!) for next year. Which means I will be coming back to Calarts next year (if I win, that is). The big Spring fashion show party on Friday went really well and everybody got down and there was no damage or incidents or anything so we got a big leg up in the popularity amongst our constituents department from that. Also, I am totally into my new highly asymmetrical haircut and all I want to do is watch movies and smoke spliffs and not do my homework. Oh, and in case anyone was wondering, I am definitely Miss UN-Hollywood 2005, although the entire experience was very surreal and exciting and should make a great video project.
OK, the rest of this entry is dedicated to my very important and very old (get it) and dear friend, Emily Goo, who turned twenty two today.
A few days ago, I was going through my old video tapes trying to find something to tape over when I came across some footage of myself taken by a friend on April 18th, 2004. The entire time I am (drunkenly) addressing the camera and brandishing a cell phone that I wave about quite a bit, repeatedly saying how it is my best friends 21st birthday and even though it is three hours later on the east coast I am calling her right now even if I wake her up, etc. I realized upon watching this tape that is has been well over a year since I have actually SEEN Goo, but how mainly through livejournal, I have actually managed to keep up with her life rather well. I know what she is up to and how things are generally going for her, in addition to being amused daily by her articulate witticisms. I guess you would say Emily IS livejournal for me in many ways. She originally started my first livejournal account for me, which I eventually deleted at the end of high school only to create another one after going without for nearly a month and realizing how addicted I had become. She is also one of the most frequent and interesting updaters on my friends list, and I swear I occasionally pick up on long-dead inside jokes in her writing which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and full of interconnectedness (HA)! Most importantly, I guess I just think Emily is a really superb girl. I am so proud of her for all her impressive accomplishments and creative endeavors. I also feel a certain solidarity with her in regards to our contemporaneous growing up and getting older that I don't really feel with anyone else. This allows me to rest assured that even though she is trilingual and a college graduate and works in the state house and has travelled extensively overseas and is French and everything, everybody has a tinge of anxiety when it comes to birthdays, holidays, relationships, jobs, friends, and everything else in life that usually makes us all feel so lonely and scattered, and that can mean a whole lot on bad days, man. Happy Birthday, Goo. May all your dreams come true in Guam and elsewhere (seriously!) love and love!