life goals

to be updated as i think of more things

1. to be a successful, showing artist
   
2. to have the means to live in portland or some similar woodsy area
   
3. to roadtrip from the top of mexico to the tip of argentina (ideally on a motorbike, but we're trying to be realistic here)
   
4. to never stop believing
   
5. to master janet jackson's dance moves
   

festering thought

one thing that i think western thought lags behind on is its emphasis on addressing the symptoms rather than the structure of social issues. for example, our response to poverty in america is to encourage college attendance, which will presumably lead to job security. but now a significant number of people with bachelor's degrees are flooding the workforce - now a graduate education is required to escape menial drudgery. the core of the problem isn't educational attainment but a system that enforces a hierarchy with a small amount of people in high-paying jobs. economic disparity will not change unless the system changes (and now i'm starting to sound like karl marx). same with the environmental issue. instead of exploiting gasoline, we're turning our attention to exploiting other fuel resources that too will become unsustainable, instead of curbing the unrestrained consumption that drives the oil crisis. i often think that breaking issues down to the ethos of things makes it easier to approach on a personal level, and provides clarity for action.

maybe sending this message out into the internet will somehow make the world a better place. maybe, just maybe.

today i am gaunt

gaunt with inspiration! gaunt with distaste for corporate culture! i did a crazy today and i plan to carry the crazy out over the course of the next week, before it dissipates. stay tuned?

i made a postsecret last night

it really helped me say some things that i couldn't say to myself so thank you, frank, for all that you do.

i haven't really been artmaking/artgestating lately, have i? some artists receive their greatest inspiration in moments of physical and emotional disquiet, but i am not one of them. i need to learn how to be silent again. to lie on my bed and think more, dream more, care more. soon, i promise, soon. this bodes to be a very sad winter. a pablo neruda and sweaters kind of winter, to be exact.

all night long

after 2 months of working at dangerbird, i'm only beginning to fixate on the silversun pickups.

also, a proposal

that we begin changing our gmail labels (do you use those? i do. obsessively.) to reference geographic formations. having the option to move your mail to the 'black hole of hell' folder just feels so cathartic.

public service announcement

i updated my site to attempt a slightly more organized front for ahempotentialemployersahem. it makes me realize that i have been up to quite a bit since graduating, but i still feel unfulfilled. i mean, i wanna like, read books and stuff, and i haven't done any of that. lately i've been having conversations with a certain person about our sixteen-year-old selves. how young, how predictable, how hopeful our bodies were. one thing was certain: i read a lot then.