| Boo! |
[Apr. 9th, 2009|10:37 am] |
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Fuck! My internet was turned off because my roommate didn't pay the bill. I've been asking him about it for the last two weeks. GRRRRRRRR. |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2009|05:24 pm] |
I'm having a hard time getting out of the house.
I need to make some money. I just put an ad up on CL offering video services for adult performers.
I'm also still thinking about the video valentine/letter project. So far, it hasn't gone anywhere. I'm uploading a new video with music that hopefully will be better. I also think I need a bit more content to sell the idea. The valentine was just a test, and even though no one has bought one yet, I still think the idea has potential if I can think of the right packaging. |
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[Dec. 19th, 2008|12:44 am] |
I found this today and it made me happy.
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[Dec. 7th, 2008|02:08 pm] |
Well, it was partly that I didn't trust the raccoon, but also fear. I mean, what would actually happen if I went over to the pony? What would happen when I pet it, and nuzzled it's pretty pretty mane? I wanted it so bad, and here it was, just being offered to me. It wanted me to come out and play. And I didn't. Still, the pony never wandered away. It stayed in my sight, but it wasn't letting me approach again. I had missed my chance, and though I could see it, it wasn't going to play with me.
I'm idealizing this particular pony, but the way I let it pass hurts. I had been waiting for that pony for years, and given up on it. I had built layers around that desire so that I couldn't feel it anymore, and felt this nudge when it was presenting itself, but ultimately couldn't move.
Eventually the raccoon wandered back and asked me why I was so sad. I cried about how I let the pony go and didn't know why. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2008|11:10 am] |
Oh wow, I do remember that one time I was offered some time with a really amazing purple pony. Yeah, I did have some excuses and turn it down. I'm not sure why I did that. A little raccoon was trying to show me the way, but I didn't trust him.
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[Dec. 3rd, 2008|09:55 pm] |
It seems I had my definitions confused.
There are many different kinds of ponies. Plain brown ones. Pretty purple ones. Sparkly ones. And the ultimate: a unicorn. I thought I was working for ponies, but I was really searching for unicorns, and now I don't know what to do.
The brown ones are kept in stables. The purple ones and the sparkly ones run in the forest, but the methods to get one are different. The sparkly ones need to be hunted and the purple ones need to be befriended.
I already have some brown ponies, it seems, but they are getting weak and old. I need some new ones. A purple pony would be ideal, but they are hard to come by. I have been searching and collecting a bag of awesome to share with the pony, but I don't know that it's enough. I may have spent too much time in other forests for its liking. |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2008|03:47 pm] |
Ok, I concede. I was wrong about the pony. You never explicitly promised it, and I was wrong to be so expectant.
I was told by others that I would get a pony, and in my desire to believe it was true, ignored the fact that these people were not the keepers of the ponies. I know, I know. I have to work for my ponies. My precious little ponies.
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[Nov. 14th, 2008|12:14 pm] |
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Where's my pony? I was promised a pony. I was promised a motherfucking pony. YOU PROMISED ME A PONY! WHERE'S MY PONY BITCH!? |
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| Kitty Help! |
[Nov. 1st, 2008|09:13 pm] |
Dear wise internets,
My kitty has been vomiting lately. Three times in the last week or so, and Candy says he's noticeably lost weight since she last saw him, like three weeks or a month ago. I know the obvious answer is to take him to the vet, but I would like to see if I can change his diet a bit and see if that helps first. Does anyone here have any advice on altering his food? Right now he's eating dry food. It does include a significant amount of grain in it, so I figure taking that out is a good place to start. I'm not quite sure what to change to. What I've read elsewhere suggests that a process of trial and error is probably necessary. Given that, should I just suck it up and take him in? :(
Thank you! |
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[Sep. 9th, 2008|11:28 am] |
- Choose a singer/band/group
- Answer the following questions using ONLY titles of songs by that singer/band/group
Animal Collective
1. Are you male or female? People
2. Describe yourself. Flesh Canoe
3. What do people feel when they're around you? Turn Into Something
4. How would you describe your previous relationship? Leaf House
5. Describe your current relationship. Essplode
6. Where would you want to be now? Grass
7. How do you feel about love? A Manatee Dance
8. What's your life like? Throwin the Round Ball
9. What would you ask for if you had only one wish? My Favorite Colors
10. Say something wise. Penguin Penguin |
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[Dec. 5th, 2007|10:55 pm] |
There was long argument today about the Sarah and Esme film. My normal stance when people talk about spiritual beliefs I don't agree with was challenged. Instead of being kind of quiet and hoping I react vaguely enough that my actions can be interpreted either way, I chose sides. It is really necessary for this film. Upon further reflection, I realized that at its core, this film is not about children and intuition, but trauma. About dealing with trauma when it's your body and not your body and asking for food and you love it but there is so much hate and it's all very confusing and so much bigger than anything that came before.
And it's my film, so I have to do this woman justice and present her as more sympathetic to people who don't ultimately agree with me. Who she is and what she represents are so much more complex and worth so much more than logical disregard. Still, I have to realize that I am drawn to her because of her complicated relationship with institutional authority. It's a complicated mistrust, but this film gives me one place to choose sides, and I'm ok with that. I want to figure out how to make a document that makes people aware of their own intuition and question huge power structures that tell them not to listen to their own body. I want people to see that there is knowledge without logic. And feel confident in calling it creation, and insisting that yes, this is really knowledge, quite like that stuff you find in argumentative books, but different because it is the tacit other side of the arguments. And it doesn't have to mean art, but could be the creation of meaning that gets you through an intense experience of trauma. And it is the continuation of culture: creating and maintaining power. We criticize this woman because she creates her own meaning but isn't powerful enough to affect society with it. |
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[Nov. 10th, 2007|04:56 pm] |
I will be back in Portland on Tues. I hope to see those of you on this list in that city soon after.
Also, if anyone might have any leads on a job (ha! I know, but still) Let me know. I'm a-looking. |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2007|05:05 pm] |
This one is a bit old, but I still like it as much as I did the first time.
Also.
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| Going away.... |
[Aug. 22nd, 2006|04:32 pm] |
As I will be leaving this fair city soon, meet me on Friday sometime before sunset, (which happens at 8pm) at the top of Mt. Tabor to say good bye. After that, something unplanned and awesome is sure to happen. I promise.
Call 503-984-4862 if you'd like to come, but won't be able to make it til later, or if you can't come but would like to see me before I go. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2006|01:10 pm] |
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Maybe someone on here can help me. I saw a film at some point in the last two years that was the story of three Islamic women. The first story was about a little girl who has only one day left to play with her male friend because she is receiving her veil. They share a popsicle through a window. The second story is about an older woman who buys a lot of furniture and things that get set up on a beach. The final story is a woman defying her husband by being in a bicycle race. The men in her family ride along side her on horses while her marriage is dissolved. Has anyone else seen this or remember what it is called? I've been trying to think of it for almost two weeks now. |
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