Even though he's a scientologist, I LOVE Beck. I love "The Information," so this video is nice:


And I believe the backup singer (the one with the trench coat) is Jamie Lidell, who happens to be an awesomely amazing singer... but you can't really tell in this video.

seriously, how does one get oneself out of a funk? When I get to my boiling point I can't hold back.

from ffffound.

I'm carving two tree stumps into natural stools... it's going to be a while before I finish them, but should be cool.

I'm so upset, and there isn't any one reason that's valid. Well, the most recent development at the dentist's sucked. No matter how well I've taken care of my teeth I've managed to get a cavity. And the woman cleaning my teeth gouged the fuck out of my gums, they're still throbbing from pain. There is another issue in my life, but I won't go into it. Privacy is important sometimes.

Why I love my neighborhood

Why I love my neighborhood:

Because I can walk home at odd hours of the night alone and feel as safe as I possibly can with no protection or friends nearby. This is because all the gay boys are out to party. And no matter how exhausted or beaten I am I can usually get some sort of compliment on my outfit, even if my shoes are dangling from my hands. I'm going to miss this.

I love you boys-town, Chicago.

just some pictures on my desktop... teaching myself how to dress

you can't stop them

where do I find something like these?!?

death

vanilla beans

so, a very talented alumnus of my photo program, Jane Tam, recently interviewed one of my professors, Laura Heyman, on her life and work. Here's the article: NYMPHOTO

check out where I'm coming from scholastically.

strap yourself in

This is it, I am the eldest and the last cousin to be without a driver's license. Do I care? No. Most certainly not. What I do care about is the aunts, uncles and grandparents giving a damn and loving to rub it in my face. I don't think they will ever understand my attitude towards this.

I'll just put it this way. #1, they did not have to deal with the death of a grandmother by an automobile accident. #2 they will never live in a bustling city where they won't have to worry about transportation, #3 they still haven't realized that people are not judged at face value by having obtained a driver's license, #4 they cannot look beyond the "importance" of a plastic card to see the bigger things in life, or the better accomplishments one can make.

Ugh, it's so frustrating. They don't notice that I don't give a shit. The only reason why I'd get one would be if I were actually in dire need of driving somewhere or to get them off my backs. My life is perfectly fulfilling without a license, so I don't see the point of rubbing it in my face. You'll have to work a whole lot harder to convince me.

I think I'll be working on a variation of this... but wayyyy shorter:

damn, it's hard to believe that any one person can effect me so much, but it's true. Things feel so different without the man-boy-lover. It's like I'm constant;y looking to finish my sentence, but nothing fits... writing this all down doesn't help much because I'm sure it must be more or less hard to relate to unless you've dealt with a long distance relationship. It's hard because he's in an entirely new (and very large) city, has no friends to hang out with every day, and only has a few jobs lined up for the rest of this sumer. I need to try and not complain to him because I could potentially make him feel like he shouldn't be doing this, which I don't want to do. Nor do I want him to feel like I would want him to choose me over a job opportunity or life opportunity. At this point I think we're going to try for the long haul, so whatever happens now determines our future, so I don't want to be detrimental to this. Luckily my mom was super kind to me, acting like a mother and all, and took me to a new favorite, Bucktown, for some shopping and dining. Went to the obvious Urban Outfitters, but also finally got to buy something at the nice vintage store because everything was 35% off, and the guy working there gave me about 50% off on some ankle books that remind me of what I might say is an Alison Mosshart cowboy style in red.

I've decided that my purchases can no longer be in a comfortable manner (at least with my tops) and that they all must be architecturally interesting. it's far too easy to fall back on the safe t-shirt or the plaid/flannel de rigueur. Now that I have to clear out my entire room and start giving away clothes (plus the trips to London, and the sight seeing of the ladies on the street) I've decided it is no longer acceptable to be boring and comfortable. I need to push myself beyond the comfort of U.S. styles and move into iconic/exotic dressings. Oh, and on top of this I think I've decided to keep this under-shaven hair look, but maybe grow the top bit into a bob. Girls/women need to learn that there's more to femininity/identity than long hair. Sure you can keep some of it, but cut that dry-end shit off and go for something a bit more interesting. It's only hair, it'll grow back in about 2-4 months. So yeah, under-shaven for a while for me.

Signing off to drown myself into some book and forget about my bad/sad attitude.

you make my dreams come true

I think I'm making up for the lack of home cooked meals of my youth (not that I'm complaining, I LOVE sushi and chinese) by getting so excited to cook my own. Ace

saw this on my friend, erin's page:



quite amazing and scary at the same time