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[09 May 2008|08:42pm] |
last night i went to sleep reading milan kundera.
this morning i woke up to nicole nudging me
i'm not sure what to even say since
the last 9 months have been so foreign , so wanted
that to begin talking
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[05 Mar 2008|05:26pm] |
today i
drew a mountain of crowns
took pictures of saltines
discovered an indoor pool
and swam around like
a frog
a duck
and then an anika
for lunch i ate
pomegranate green tea
a vitamin
3 saltine cracker packs of two
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[25 Jan 2007|12:43pm] |
just a place.
2007.
walks in the snow. in the melting.
i smoke a pack of american spirits a week.
not so so and.
italian non-vegan boots. fuck you.
dark psychedelic pop. joseph cornell.
finding my name under articles in papers.
bodies that fit together in the morning.
sculpting clay self-portrait.
lists. drinks. bicycle.
down hawthorne hard.
bands.
cranes
the black angels
tiger baby
emily haines
akron/family
suicide
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[16 Oct 2006|04:37pm] |
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i'm finding everything a bit too gratuitous right now.
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[01 Oct 2006|12:29pm] |
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my night began like any other portland night, with the exception of yelling full heartedly at a dildo clad clown to take his apparatus off the table because my mother is here visiting. the night ended like any other night in portland playing twister with tweeked out girls and boys on e and vicodin with brian enoed pianists banging around in the background. monday tv on the radio. wednesday scissor sisters. thursday art brut. next thursday ladytron. next monday yo la tengo. next wednesday a hawk and a hacksaw. next saturday chin up chin up. next saturday be your own pet. i don't open textbooks. i don't wear a watch.
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[20 Sep 2006|09:28am] |
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i just called my mother to say i was looking into withdrawing from the semester. i don't know what i'm doing but it can't be good.
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[18 Sep 2006|08:06pm] |
1. i have six interns! six! just in time for me to set up an underwriting program. thank the fucking lord.
2. holocene takes 50 dollars from me almost every weekend. i can not resist the whiskey sours for the life of me.
3. hey you know, the wasteland is fucking good. but only after the 16th read.
4. speaking of lords and interns, KLC RADIO is up and running like hell. so listen in. especially my show. shows. showz.
klcradio.net
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[16 Aug 2006|03:35am] |
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the race back to portland begins with sleep.
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[14 Aug 2006|02:14am] |
from portland to anika
i don't even know.
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[24 Jul 2006|12:39pm] |
FUCK SEXUALITY!!
gender benders, boys, girls, aggression, obnoxious trashy flirtation, nagging dragging questions, all yous need to back the fuck up.
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[14 Jul 2006|12:29am] |
i'm sorry but WHO THE FUCK is momoko and why is a dog inviting me to alamo parties on myspace. its cute, anyways.
i ate three cookies yesterday that were not vegan. matchpoint BLOWS. my cellphone has gone missing. some homeless person is sleeping in our backyard. i'm going to a watershed tomorrow! thom yorke is getting better. the girl who hitched a ride with me from sf works at the red and black now and it was awkward. i like the liars more and more. and babyshambles. my bike light is too loose to be useful. i'm going to clean up the klc office tomorrow afternoon, get it good and proper for buisness, and cutting lines. ha, uuh. i've take out 10 books and read none. fuck it. i dragged a shopping cart home last night, and will serve as my new clothing dresser.
conclusion: RAY JOHNSON IS FUCKING BRILLIANT. fucking seriously.
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[07 Jul 2006|12:09am] |
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1. seattle was fun. we were on the list and got free drinks. i hung out with dead moon backstage, they did not remember when i dragged the drummer into the radio station back in april but why would they.
2. fourth of july was okay. there were firecracker wars on every street. the alamo was teeming with socialists burning flags in the street while a band played in the driveway and i held sparklers.
3. sauvie island is just infested with berries and beer and naked old men parading down each beach.
4. i'm broke absolutely and fed up with most people. but my bicycle alleviates most of this. everyone i know is splitting with thier signifigant others. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 couples. even my little break. everyone needs space. everyone needs their own skin.
5. i'm all about panda bear right now. the new thom yorke isn't terrific. and why did sleater-kinney break up?
6. its 4am at the pharmacy cafe in northeast. a drunk guy stumbled in, apparently paid for my sandwhich without telling me and left. hm.
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[18 Jun 2006|05:53pm] |
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with a light ducktaped on to my 5 speed red bicycle, alex andrea amy and i chains clanking and small red lights flashing, pedalled furiously through southeast and sellwood until three. the weather was perfect, the wind was down, and the cars were slow. we hopped to the e room for portland pride, clinton st. bar where the rocky horror picture show was just getting out and becca's new damn well furnished house off milwaukie. i had gotten back from san fransisco at 5 that morning, so was drowsy and drunk and happy. sf was a two day blur of following friendly moped gangs zooming up the tall streets to good views, watching raccoons and skunks and stray cats in golden gate park, and sleeping on haight st. the ride up was spent on the floor of the seatless geo metro sandwhiched between a moped wheel and three burner girls playing the cure off a fischer toys tape deck. i had been tired of portland, sick of conversationless friends and draining work scheduled. san fransisco was the sunny filled pause i needed. so anyways, now i'm just at work, half plotting everything. in a few days i'm going on a bike/camping trip to vancouver, b.c.
in a few years i'm going to buy a building and turn it into a charles rennie mackintosh tea room. think glasgow school of art library (excpet the wood will be light, see the willow tea room at sauchiehall) meets as220 in providence.
to the side of this tea room i will have an art book library.
i will sell breakfast and afternoon teas, and local beers and local berries.
i'm reading henry miller's big sur and the oranges of hieronymus bosch, its not very good. so i put it down and am now reading in cold blood because the beginning is just so god damn beautiful. i rarely finish books anymore. i'm a writer(ooh huff huff) not a reader, theres something cheap about reading to me, i hate writers that collage their influences together (i suppose this is completely inevitable, in a nothings original get over it way)
i sound misinformed. i'm going to go shelve more books, the library is a little busy today.
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[29 Apr 2006|12:15pm] |
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the klc board dinner was fucking fabulous.
we drank expensive beer and ate 10 moroccan feasts, god i love college budgets.
miles and i had food orgasms while nicolia and logan sipped their red wine
rebecca told us about her runway show and josh and laine learned some new bellydancing moves.
then off to the new house!
there are mirrors and lights and little cabinets everywhere.
attic nooks and sittable roofs. patios and stainglass doors.
claw foot tubs and marble floors.
wine cellars and winding stairs.
we walked and rode bikes over to bruce podobniks house, for senior thesis party,
there were breakdance circles around a little girl with a hoola hoop
a keg in the back and a broken piano with stuffed ducks lining the top.
there were signs around saying don't drink and ride bikes, ask bruce for a ride!
we went back to our house for a champagne toast and a david byrne dance party.
drunk dialed my mom at 3, you're in your house and i'm in mine!
this morning we sat at a geanie's,
drank stumptown, talked art history and watched trains go by,
i'm obviously updating because i have too much to work.
anyone down for a little library action? call the cellular,
i'll be in the corner office or the balcony table.
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[28 Apr 2006|04:17pm] |
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last night was 14 days straight in the library, this week 4 all nighters, 6 hours of napping sleep since tuesday. but.
this morning we signed papers and smiled at each other across the table and started talking lawn ornaments.
and this afternoon in the heat and wind i drove across the ross island bridge to home.
tonight is the klc board dinner, first night with the new lady loves of my life and a party at my soan teacher's house. oh bruce.
tomorrow is heart attack about the 12 page catalogue essay, 6 page gender final,
24, yeah...24 page russian final, and modern art china final. and tokavera revision.
everything stops on wednesday.
the flaming lips new album is growing on me, no not really.
then again the new tv on the radio album makes up for any bad album ever.
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[19 Mar 2006|08:27pm] |
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I know i have been a dead corpse for the last two weeks
and i'd like to thank everyone for bearing with me.
i was begining to think this hollowed out
sickly person was my adult self. scary. BUT NO!
I'm anika again, no more tissues by my bed.
no more piles of antibiotics.
anyways i'm reading an essay on village prose in soviet russia post-stalin, and heres what they have to say.
Village Prose began to expose and condemn rather than to extol. The first enemy was youth and youth culture. Village Writers bristle with a pathological hatred of rock n' roll ("spiritual AIDS"). They regard aerobics with equal venom.
AND. heres my life plan.
APRIL- lewis and clark
MAY- lewis and clark, florida, massachusetts, back to L.A. for 21st birthday
JUNE-train up to writing conference at lewis and clark 1st-15th
JUNE-intern at Mass MOCA for three months
SEPTEMBER-attend John Cabot University in Rome, Italy.
learn italian, fall in love (maybe this has nothing to do with),
see the all-stars of my profession.
SEPTEMBER TILL FOREVER-live in italy. end up in greek islands, relive the terror of the magus. end up on a train rushing through the green forests of green germany. end up in modern denmark. end up in southern france. end up in the underground cafes of vienna. end up on the highlands of scotland.
end up in the towers of budapest and the sharp streets of petersburg.
end up in centuries of hallways lit with the sun and strung high with art.
and every end will be lived in summer.
thank you.
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[13 Mar 2006|02:24am] |
dear fever, cough and flu,
it'd be really nice
if you got the fuck out of me.
KTHANX.
dear boys who have sex with girls on this hall,
just because you have a dick,
doesn't mean you have to be one.
put the goddamn toilet seat down
YEA THANX
dear internet,
why are you so awesome?
thanks for letting me download
are you afraid of the dark? episodes at 2am.
really, thank you
dear myspace,
why must you consume everything
mmm no thanks
dear fitzgerald
you are pretensious and i love you
thanks so much
dear fever,
i'm leaving cough and flu out of this.
you are the one that really matters.
leave me or i'll just die
great thanks
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[11 Mar 2006|06:40am] |
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playing young is so god damn draining sometimes
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[22 Feb 2006|02:17pm] |
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all the yesterdays i am nordic. i skate on the baltic. today i am my desk, soon a bartleby
and a lover of crouching. my desk is the days stacked. on kawara books, artforum, two art history texts, three boxes of tea: chai, chamomile, earl grey plus generic bon tea, four untouched notebooks, liquid niquil, marcel dzama cut outs, coffee mug with a lewis and clark bear on it, traces of vicodin, ritalin, adderol, half cut shoulder pads, package from jared, cellphone, lotion, two cans of empty pabst cans, bottle of carlo rossi with spare change in it, hello i am stickers, floss, hair tie, scissors, patches for my jeans, blank cds, camera, tape, edward hopper calender, modern art book, las vegas shotglass, two pens, open novel: desperate characters, pamphlet for abroad study, used AA batteries, jenica's valentine, Worcester Art Museum exhibition flyer, case of cds, Alex's wrapped package, blank notecards, wanderlust postcards, cassette of wham!, two packages of honey, trident gum, condoms, netflicks, id card.
i'm listening to the me and you everyone we know soundtrack, sea change, and the mourir c'est facile album mostly.
everyone has been spacey or tipsy for days.
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