I also found this letter Liz and I wrote to Kansas City after visiting it New Years 2002? 2003?

Dear Kansas City.

We like you but what's up - mixed signals.

ex. 1. "What's up with your outfit?"

ex. 2. "It's not Halloween."

ex. 3. "Would you like a punch in the nose?"

We like the boy girl ratio. And the food. The signs painted on buildings but not cold weather.

Love, Liz and Donna coast to coast

PS. It's fascinating that everyone is obsessed with shrines. Did you know Kristen took a shrine-making class?

More diary archives, undated.

We wanted to stay at this co-op-y barn-y place on campus. (like The Barn in SC where Adam used to teach yoga?) And Tim was there during the night part and there were five giant spiders and then they found us and we were hiding because they didn't want us to stay there. And there was an acupuncturist and then Louise and her man showed up. (Whoa, who's Louise's man?) 

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June 6. (year?) It was the first day of an art class. Liz and Jason (who's Jason? oh wait - black/gay/from Boston) were around and some older RISD painter types. I goofed off a lot. The teacher was Roger Dean (who is that?) but it wasn't at the same time. We did drawings, mine was of a tree. The teacher had these sparse black inky landscapes (kind of Roger Dean-like) but I didn't like them so much. (I just googled Roger Dean - he's the guy that did those Yes album covers.)

June 7. I had a lizard that I was carrying around. It was hungry and needed to be fed. My roommates were having this party, it was annoying me. Keri helped me with the lizard because she had one. Liz dropped him on the ground. Then I dreamed I wrote it all down in my diary.

June 8. dance party on a roof turned into a nightmare horror stalker killer.

Friday night I was going to the opera in flip flops. Sam was going too. I was watching Twin Peaks.

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Typing these out I realize that they're quite boring. Except I wish there were more details about the dance party turned nightmare!

It was the hottest day since I moved here. We rode our bikes to the beach! It was super sand and sun. How nice. We picked up the trash on the beach, squeezed little jellyfish, ate carrots and hummus, and on the way back bugs kept hitting my face. Luckily I kept my mouth closed as much as possible. 

Summer Homework:

Go over all your old readings from school.

Write abstracts (or, at the very least, blurbs) of them before recycling.

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1. Dialectical materialism: the philosophical basis for Marxism, wherein history is the product of class struggle (or, the economic structure), that obeys the general Hegelian principle (thesis + antithesis = 'synthesis' )

2. The Body of the Condemned (from Discipline & Punish): Some dude is publicly executed in 1757. It's about how codes of law & order develop through history - torture is eliminated, the body of the criminal disappears from view, punishment as spectacle is eliminated. We use the certainty of punishment, not its 'horror', to keep people from committing crimes.

the body - the body - history - history - power - power 

3. A jillion Agnes Martin writings:

"The Silent and Still in Art", "What is Real?", "Beauty is the Mystery of Life", "What We Do Not See If We Do Not See" :

Agnes Martin is a romantic and a mystic.

Experience is wordless and silent. 

Those who depend upon the intellect are the many. Those who depend upon perception alone are the few.

We perceive, we see, and both are mysteries.

Perception is a primary experience, thinking is a secondary experience.

4. "Enter the Dragon: on the vernacular of beauty": yeah, yeah, beauty, Carravaggio, Mapplethorpe, beauty, whatever.

5. "The Birth of the Big, Beautiful Art Market" (from Air Guitar): 

6. "The Revolution of Modern Art and the Modern Art of Revolution"

7. "Dear Young Artist" letters:  My favorite is John McCracken. "So, make art that comes out of your own sense of what's actually best,  and advanced, and supercool. Do you live on a planet, or on a multi-blither of unknown galaxies?"  My least favorite is William Pope L. because it's written obnoxiously: "To be cleAR: my grAndmothER WAS not A pRofessional ARtist, shE cleaned houSES <<  >> to MAKe A living."  Also, "Enjoy yoUR hateful dAy job." Yeah, fuck you too, WPL!  Gregory Amenoff: he is envious of our age.  Also, "ARTISTS DRIVE THE BUS."  And, "KEEP AWAY FROM ART FAIRS."  Thomas Nozkowski: skeptical and slightly pompous but funny.  "There's nothing special about the world part of the art world although we like to pretend there is.  Let's get back to work."

8. "High Times Hard Times: New York Painting 1967-1975": I have nothing to say about this except that it was a waste of trees.

9. "Teaching Notes: 4-Dimensional Design" / Paul Thek: I don't like reading stuff that looks like poetry.

I read an old newspaper

Two noteworthy pieces of news: 

1. A biologist discovered a new species of spider and named it after Neil Young.

Myrmekiaphila neilyoungi

2. A crystal skull was stolen from a New Age store called "Kindred Spirits". Crystal skulls are very trendy right now due to Indiana Jones. Apparently if the 13 skulls aren't reunited and lined up together, the world will fall off its axis on 12-21-2012.

One interesting fact about me:

I am really bad at newspaper crossword puzzles and ESPECIALLY Jumble. I am good at Sudoku though. Thanks Kristen for introducing them to me!

quiet time

This little dude looks like he's having fun. He was more exciting than the rest of the magazine. The last two days have been quite boring. I've been gallery sitting, photoshopping, and erranding. I made some vegan banana bread that came out kind of gross - not sweet enough, not banana-y enough, not nutty enough. Boo! 

update: I went downtown because I want the perfect pair of summer sunglasses. Needless to say I did not find them but luckily the trip only further strengthened my resolve not to purchase cheap sweatshop attire.

I am spring cleaning my computer so expect all kinds of randomness.

freies Tanzen fur das Leben

YOU'RE A PROPHET

TAURUS (April 20 - May 20): I predict that animals will be especially attracted to you in the coming days. The light of the sun will seem to possess an uncanny fluidity and sparkle. You may experience vivid fantasies like seeing a talking cat in a tree or hearing advice coming from a soap dispenser. Strangers may gaze at you for no apparent reason, and even your friends will have unusual feelings for you. You may be reunited with precious memories that have been lost to you for a long time. In the consciousness industry, we call this *natural magic time.* 

Here are diary entries from last winter:

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and the people seemed scuzzy and the dj sucked - he blew into the microphone. Finally we left and walked around the financial district which had insane seeming buildings. Gary drove us around Williamsburg seemingly unconcerned despite being on acid. We watched people walking around looking cold and it made us feel very warm. I had to pee really bad and had a freakout. Then we went to Sunac, then we went to Tim's. I was still tripping like crazy. We watched Dawn of the Dead and I lay on the floor in Tim's room while everybody else listened to music and drew.

TUES JAN ! @))* JAN 1 2008

WED JAN 2 2008

We drove to PA, it was nice to get out of the city. It was so freezing there, we went to Scranton which was pretty tragic and dismal. We ate the worst pizza ever. We went to salvation army and I stole an ok dress. (edit: it's not that nice.) We had a rice and beans feast for dinner with avocado and banana. We did the Murder She Wrote mystery puzzle.

THURS JAN 3

Me and Liz went skiing and Tim somehow got locked out of the house and had to break a window to get back in. Skiing hurt but was fun but so cold, 10 degrees, and made my legs feel crazy. We had tofurkey for dinner and did borders at night.

FRI JAN 4

We went to Carbondale Magpie Vintage and I got an awesome stripey dress. We went to the lbirary. We ate lunch at Wegmans, we were feeling quite peckish. We went to "euro cafe" and ate rugula. Then we went to borders and Tim got me peppermint chocolate. We came home and internerded out. I made the bucky ball that Liz bought a long time ago at the black mountain college ? place.

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zooming out

Platonic Solids

Gareth sent me this. It's pretty much the best thing, EVER, not to mention adds to my collection of geometric solid shape images.

OMG! 2

I was just about to title this post "Whew!" when I spilled water all over Sense and Sensibility and kind of on my computer. I get clumsy when I'm tired! I just got back from the airport. I basically somehow got cornered into getting a special "escort pass" to go to the gate and like wait for the plane with my brother and mom. Then take the BART back home. Today was Commencement and the best parts were looking ridiculously goofy and sitting uncomfortably for two hours. Just kidding! The best parts were that it wasn't too long, we got boss Korean food afterwards, my brother bought me flowers (I've become one of those people who always has flowers in a vase in their house. I really like it.), nobody got too upset, and it's over. The funniest thing that happened yesterday was that I found the secret tarot card Stewart hid in the Tantric Dakini of the awful postcard of that tragic person sleeping under that awful art thing. Also Ryan McGinley photographs are way ubiquitous but I like his generic fisherman style. Also when we graduated they put these crazy velvet stripey draped things over our necks that was quite unexpected. OK that's it I guess.

We just got back from hiking in Muir Woods. The trail was basically a steep uphill/stairway to heaven for like 5 miles.  Dang. I fell near the end and kind of scraped my knees. We thought we wanted ice cream to treat ourselves afterwards but when we got back to SF it was too cold. Last night was ok I guess, it was kind of boring but kind of ok and then we went back to Jack's but it wasn't as fun as last week. Me and Tim sang a Stone Temple Pilots song but we realized too late that we didn't really know the words or melody at all. There was a party afterwards but we went home. I can't remember anything interesting about the show right now. I think it's because my legs hurt too much.

OMG!

potential MFA show drama. more later. suffice to say, I think we got cursed for drawing mean spirited drawings last night.