Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Me and Tim both dreamt that we were in malls and walking on precarious staircases! I was going up to the seventh floor and having vertigo. Tim was going down and his stairs were turning into dirt. Moral of the story: listen to "As We Go Up We Go Down" and see the truth yeah is just a lie. Also here is an image from a Thomas Hirschhorn show that's in Mexico City. I can't tell if the cars are customized with cardboard etc., or if they're actually made out of cardboard. Either way I like them.
P.S.
This is the last one I swear, but I just noticed that the posted times are eleven minutes off, according to my computer. I wonder which one is more accurate? OK good night myself, I'm going to read some "Native North America"!
It's funny...
I got the idea to do this from listening to a debate on NPR between the guy who started Wikipedia and some old angry dude with an English accent. I felt compelled by both their arguments but they mentioned "web 2.0" which apparently is what happened when the internet got all interactive and like youtube & flickred out. I think it is super creepy but I hope this works better than writing things down. I have always been so bad at that! Sorry Slingshot, we had a good three year thing going, I will try to keep using you but perhaps more obviously as an "organizer". The other thing I neglected to mention about today was that I spent a lot of time trying on different clothes in preparation for tomorrow, the last day of class & my power point presentation. Thinking out loud this way is quite odd but I think I got practice from the thesis. Remember my voice is "unemcumbered" and "non-hierarchical"!!!!
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah, it's my new diary! I wanted to say, I stubbed my baby toe and now it is black. It looks like there is black nail polish on one toe only, but really I think it's black blood under my toenail! Gross! Also, I'm reading "The Basil and Josephine Stories" by F. Scott Fitzgerald and they are surprisingly boring. I finished my last-homework-assignment-forever today and I went to my second-to-last-class-ever. I am still working on the brain party flag but I can't get psyched about it. I found a video of "blood music" the singer and I really liked it. Maybe it's because of my bloody toe. My roommate was wearing a cardigan that was blue on the top and then faded to black at the bottom, I asked her where she got it and she said The Gap. The dream I remembered waking up this morning was being very squeamish about watching some video footage of a girl being stabbed in a room with other people. I mean I was in a room with other people and the tv. This is disturbing somehow, why is my dream so mediated?
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