growth

as my plane coasted into texas over the barren november landscape i thought to myself, to live in texas is to know a land that lives and dies. i'm not quite sure what that thought meant. in new england the world always seemed to go to sleep under a gentle blanket of snow that unfailingly yawned awake; in california the world never sleeps, encased as it is in a perpetually lit greenhouse. nothing dies but here. here the grass is always in some state of growth and retreat, sinking its roots into the dusty ground from which everything was born. pressing your body into the brambles it scratches you, threatening you with death and forcing you to breathe life all at the same time.

shrink wrap

over the past unemployed months i've somehow become a how-to guide for losing weight. seriously. i ate a box of ice cream sandwiches within the last two days and even that couldn't weigh me down. the least i can do is share my wisdom, and then go get checked for tapeworms.

1. stop drinking. this cuts down on alcohol calories, and associated munchies. see: the mozzarella sticks and tofu wings at the late night diner right below my college apartment.
2. stop eating other people's food. see: all the office birthdays we celebrated with cupcakes.
3. but, eat your roommate's snacks instead of buying your own. the guilt and attempt at cover-up will make you snack less.
4. sit on your ass and let your muscle tone deteriorate (muscles weigh more than fat, yo!)
5. have impromptu dance parties with yourself. 1 hour of shaking it to janet jackson burns approximately 6000 calories.
6. develop a relationship with your local donut shop lady. you'll feel bad about asking your friend to make you a donut.

alternately: read michael pollan and vow to never eat from this industrial food chain again.

90s hits that are also new wave films

the corrs - breathless - jean luc godard
the cranberries - dreams - ingmar bergman

significance? i'm not sure. all i know is that i spent too much time reliving my natalie imbruglia love affair this morning (any movies named 'torn'??).

silent light

just another day wrecking my room in the name of installation art!

unknown pleasures

i finally updated my itunes so that i can scroll through all my album artwork, and boy does it make me happy. this is my favorite diptych, which isn't much of a surprise since directions to see a ghost is pretty much my favorite album package of all time. the psychedelia! the raised cover! the greens and magentas!

current project

where lovers have wings

on my walk today i saw two shopping carts engaging in what seemed to be a furtive love act. the pure kind, not the dirty kind.

other than that i have been listening to the black keys all day, making candles and nursing my growing fascination with topology. robert smithson, the jesus and mary chain, and berndt and hila becher are all figures coming back to haunt me.

a specimen of verbal beauty

this website reinforces my voyeuristic fascination with letters and artifacts

costumes i missed out on this year

1. marina abramovic @ moma


2. jane lane (it's alright though, i am jane lane every day)


3. CHUNGKING EXPRESS