///soko///

i could kiss her forever and ever.......

///deprivation///

deprivation from addiction = absolutely necessary.

NO MYSPACE FOR A WEEK, ok?

i have things to do like cash checks at the bank while simultaneously robbing it.. go to vegas, stoned off my tits, and gamble everything away.. followed by a week long stay at ksar char bagh.. meditate for that entire week and perhaps find something to believe in besides diazepam.. find a second job at a contemporary art gallery or a rare books bookstore.. roam the getty after trying on every single dress in thank you mart.. enter american idol, get to the finals, then quit with: "actually, fuck this. i HATE america" then walk out casually.. learn erik satie by heart through humming rather than piano playing.. paint a self portrait similar to sir francis bacon's [ie: extremely ugly [or, wait, maybe he really was that ugly? hmmm]].. eat lots of tofu saute and veggie burgers/wraps [which would preferably involve cooking at home more].. finish reading the second half of the hundreds of books i only read the first half of.. take care of that fix-it ticket somehow.. check my mail on a more regular basis.. watch intriguing documentaries on quicksilverscreen.com rather than ugly betty on abc.com.. read other people's blogs that are in a foreign language i don't know how to speak.. relearn german, japanese, spanish, french, italian, filipino.. do something fun yet minimalistic on my bland apartment walls.. teach myself basic music theory because drugs completely erased any previous school lessons i had.. ignore my phone unless it's an unknown number, no number, or a number from overseas that has way too many digits.. and, do my fucking laundry.

so.. till next tuesday. ciao!


EDIT: someone made me lie. i'm still on.

///living alone///

you tend to eat too little or too much.

you have loner tendencies.

you get to sleep, walk around, and cook in the nude.

you don't have to be grossed out by shared soap.

you can play any music you want.

you can be awake, making pestering noises, singing your cunt out whenever the hell you want.

you don't have to worry about someone eating your food or using up all the toilet paper.





















fuck, i need a cigarette.

///a love story///

1984.

///panic room///

i'm in love with bookstores and i wish i worked in one. when i was in barnes&noble last week at the grove, i got positively stuck flipping through 'panic room - selections from the dakis joannou works on paper collection.' crazy colorful stuff, yesss. apparently, there is actually a 3-D installation of the works at the deste foundation centre for contemporary art in athens, greece. so yeh, if anyone just happens to be in greece...........















my favorite is that piece on the left side of the last spread. mmlove.

so, according to wikipedia, dakis joannou is a cypriot [of the island of cyprus] industrialist that is one of the leading collectors of contemporary art. and that deste foundation for contemporary art i mentioned above was founded by him. so i would suppose that the dakis joannou works exhibit would be an ongoing one. it is said that he was inspired to start collecting contemporary art when he saw jeff koons' first solo exhibition entitled 'equilibrium.' the show which exhibited, for example, how people use certain things for social mobility [white middle-class kids using art, other ethnic groups using basketball]. perhaps an examination of consumption and the desire for lasting perfection.

the show also showed cast bronze works that would obviously not be able to fulfill their intended function [cast bronze lifesaving gear]. the irony of the materials perhaps made connections between the objects, economic and cultural value, and public perception.


music note: 'ice water' guitar + 'cross bones style' drums by cat power. yesterday and today.

i'm going back to sleep.

///crazy life///

i really like this noun..

this video just blew my mind. saw it on blvd&ave from devera [whom, by the way, i miss dearly]. it feels like the movie version of the 'dayvan cowboy' video by boards of canada. made my day, made my day. it's been a good day thus far.

next topic: intellectual elitism - how 'bout it?

///fanclub///

i've the most pleasant hangover right now. haven't really slept at all since last night. it's sickening. yes, literally. so in these shitty moments of stomach-churning awakeness, thought i'd remind myself of the numerous things that've been feeding my mind lately. numerous things which i will enumerate visually. numerous things besides, of course, the aural-inspiration [not oral] of 'the very thought of you.'

ok. onto the recent catchers of my eyes..























i am, for some reason, hopelessly obsessed with hotels. probably want to do them for a living, yeh. check this mother out: hotel puerta america madrid. now tell me you're not obsessed.