With the joys of vast expanses of free time that comes with Spring Break stuck in the dorms, I’ve been working on a new photo set. My theme is the wonderfully ambiguous “shapes, colours, numbers, words,” and my quasi-intellectual explanation for the idea behind it is that I’m interested in the structural components that make up what we see and how they interact. Here’s a few from my San Francisco 2 hour work trip where I met all the crazies.
Look at the guy in the bottom right corner and his pets. No, they are not both slightly off-looking dogs.
Went to the beach yesterday and hoarded some magical treasure with Carol, Kate and Chloe (including a whole squash which we took back and may cook tomorrow)
It’s official – I might be about to die. It’s Spring Break and like every unloved, friendless person in the world I’m stuck here on campus and it’s really empty and the dining halls are closed. Wait what?! The dining halls are closed?! But…how does food happen now?
The first attempt at grocery shopping didn’t go all that well – we managed to buy 4 mini pizzas and 2 bags of pasta because we got scared away from the frozen food aisles where they actually had big frozen pizzas that would have been a) cheap, and b) easy to make, by the frozen peas. We just about got by yesterday because I was in San Francisco for a 2 hour job getting people to fill out Social Science research surveys at an anti-war demonstration and I got a free lunch and money for helping so we could save the pizzas and some Saltines for dinner. (By the way I encountered some of the weirdest people I ever met at the demonstration. I got Obama 9-11 bucks from the “9-11 Truth Association” who say the towers were blown up by the US Government. I saw a guy who converted his wheelchair into a ridiculously fast chariot by having his Alsatian drag it on a leash. I was followed for half an hour by a homeless man who kept saying “fucking cunts think they can take pictures of what they want, you try and take one of me and I’ll break your fucking camera”.)
We’re going to Walmart and Safeway for a second attempt at shopping today, but if not, we might end up sitting in a room with napkins and knives and forks staring at each other, waiting to see who dies first so we can eat them.
12 Ways to Make Ke$ha from Taylor Swift. Needless to say, it’s hil-Arious. My personal fave is Taylor Swift + the faces of Meth = Ke$ha.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/12-ways-to-make-a-keha
Have you also had your place of residence swept by the disturbing epidemic of Robot Unicorn Attack? And have you seen the music video for the song from it?
http://games.adultswim.com/robot-unicorn-attack-twitchy-online-game.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSMeUPFjQHc
And more importantly, have you seen the new Lady GaGa video? Personally I love it, especially the bit with the sandwich dance. (sorry for the spoiler)
I had lunch with my friend Armine and we had a good talk about how ‘these modern times’ suck and seem to be contributing to our increasing feelings of alienation and meaninglessness. She thinks basically any human in this age would at least be a bit depressed in the clinical sense. Although in material terms things have constantly been getting better (and I don’t mean just having nicer stuff, I mean women’s rights and LGBT rights – maybe just practical terms) we’re in one of the worst stages of intellectual stagnation that has ever occurred. The culprit – post-modernism. We’ve been in a period that could be described as the same intellectual term for about 60 years now, which is clearly a problem. My guess is that it’s because post-modernism destroyed the concept of ‘meaning’ and there’s really nowhere to go from there. Nothing we do can ever be fully accepted because we’re too ironic, and as a result our minds have had to retreat into the plane of reality and found nothing that can remain remotely satisfying or attractive for more than the lifespan of a reality TV celebrity or a genuinely democratic republic in central Africa. And this bothers people because of the desire to ‘create’ something new, original, different. The only solutions I’ve found are searching for human contact of a deep kind, or hoping that I can reinterpret bits of things that have already happened, or creating something so powerful and subversive that it destroys everything that happened before. And so I shall be starting a series of essays on my so-called angst. Hopefully it won’t sound like a spoken word version of an All-American Rejects album.
Went to my first formal ever! (It was ok-ish, although there were only 4 people on the dancefloor when we got there and we ended up leaving early and going to an awesome party at French House and dancing on a table for 2 hours, but I have cute pictures!)
(There would be a picture here but I haven’t uploaded them to my computer yet)
I’m giving boxer briefs an experiment and so far I’m liking them a lot
I went to a graffiti party on Saturday night (you don’t know what a graffiti party is? Umm well catch up, it’s a party where everyone wears white, there’s a blacklight, and everyone writes on each other with highlighters so it glows in the dark) which was disgustingly sweaty but super fun. At the end of the night I found out what the back of my shirt said:
“Dan’s bitch; DTF; Fuck Me”
Classy. That being said I did write “insert cock here” with an arrow downwards on the back of several people’s shirts.
I tested negative for strep throat.
I read my first book ever written in the second person. Bright Lights, Big City.
The joys of Daria have been rediscovered.
I’ve finished the rest of my work for the quarter except for the evil final papers hovering over my head, one of which is a research paper when I don’t even have a topic. Good to know that there’s trouble in paradise.
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