tomorrow always, always tomorrow

the four bases in literary baseball:

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 05:05:37 -0400

man vs man, man vs nature, man vs society, man vs himself.

recurring dream #3:

Wed, 23 May 2012 19:59:28 -0400

driving in my car but can’t keep control of it, continually driving off the road and crashing. i feel drunk but know that i’m not. wake up every fifteen minutes, fall back asleep and it happens again.

maybe i should've been born a gay woman?

Wed, 09 May 2012 02:41:15 -0400

people often think i’m a gay male,
i’ve been very romantically attracted to at least, but very possibly more than, 4 gay women.

i’m pretty sure i was supposed to be born with this penis, but you gotta wonder.

it makes no sense, i won’t question it.

an open letter to martin creed, felix gonzalez-torres, frank stella, sol lewitt, + others:

Fri, 30 Mar 2012 04:40:00 -0400

what do i do when all the work i could possibly want to make has already been made?

wanting to cry over

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 18:38:58 -0400

rodin pieces
fallen servicemen + women
dogs reuniting with owners

i must be exhausted.

wut.

Sat, 10 Mar 2012 20:00:44 -0500

wut.

more weird dreams:

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 18:37:00 -0500

i owned a bar that only served pbr cans and jars of peanut butter,
i was drunk sitting on a high dive and kept falling off into the water.

dreams are so strange.

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 04:31:57 -0500

hear me out:

two times in the past week i had dreams about my teeth falling out. but it was weird, both times. both times, my teeth didn’t fall out whole, they splintered into ten or twenty pieces of teeth, and i had to pull them out of my gums, piece by piece. weird, right? in my dream i pulled them out and distinctly remember that feeling: like flossing too hard, or pushing a toothpick too far into my gums. then i would wake up and all day i felt that feeling: like my gums were sensitive or my teeth were about to fall out. it’s really an annoying feeling. i looked it up on google, “teeth falling out dreams,” because i know it’s a (somewhat) common thing, and the all-knowing google told me what’s probably wrong with me, but google sounded a lot like freud and i don’t really like freud so i’m ignoring the whole thing until it goes away.

problem solved.

some words i was saying to myself the other night:

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 03:41:03 -0500

punk drunk princess,
rock and rollmance.

Photo

Fri, 02 Mar 2012 04:44:26 -0500

a song called “now i am become death, the destroyer of...

Mon, 27 Feb 2012 04:19:00 -0500

a song called “now i am become death, the destroyer of worlds” by nadja. the same line oppenheimer quoted. real good.

J. Robert Oppenheimer, on the atomic bomb, which he helped to...

Mon, 27 Feb 2012 04:17:18 -0500

J. Robert Oppenheimer, on the atomic bomb, which he helped to produce in the Manhattan Project.

i want to be in a band called felix gonzalez-torres and the perfect lovers and i want to play sludgy...

Fri, 24 Feb 2012 14:17:42 -0500

i want to be in a band called felix gonzalez-torres and the perfect lovers and i want to play sludgy metal.

more evidence that the internet is the best thing ever/the end...

Fri, 24 Feb 2012 04:41:34 -0500

more evidence that the internet is the best thing ever/the end of civilization as we know it.

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Sat, 11 Feb 2012 21:35:13 -0500

Photo

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 02:54:07 -0500

lithoshop: This is the Printmaker when he/she experiences the...

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 04:56:15 -0500

lithoshop:

This is the Printmaker when he/she experiences the following: a stone breaks, buys brittle rubylith, a screen fills in, a plate gets accidentally left in the acid for three days, cuts too much away from their block, you realize you should work downtown taking fingerprints from criminals because that is what your prints look like anyway, woodblock is warped, copper gets scratched, stone fills in, screen rips, cuts finger with gouge, film has banning, underexposes, overexposes, nice round scratches on your perfectly grained stone, beer runs out, holes stretch on paper, some douche prints on the felts, someone hides the last scoop of photo-emulsion, type gets slammed on the tympan, ink bronzes when dry, yellow ink turns green on copper, some dick uses cheesecloth as tarlatan, technician buys the cheap ass tint base that is yellower than benz, some eco-friendly person tries to tell them that water based inks are equal to oil, someone has hidden the opaque white….again, someone forgot to clean the roller (and slab, and ink knives, and edge of table, and the fan, and the can of ink they were using, and their fucking hands which have left fingerprints all over the press, prints, drying rack, water fountain, doorknob, acid bottles, cheesecloth, stone lift, and everything else they happened to touch), someone didn’t clean the emulsion tray, someone didn’t put the type back in the shelves, it takes four days to etch a plate because of weak mordant, there is more ink on your face than on paper, why do my prints suck-ass, someone used your paper you had soaking for two hours, relief block filled in because the ink was too soupy, relief block printed gray because you didn’t have enough ink on it, beveling……what’s that?, the squeegee is dull, your registration got fucked somehow, over packed cylinder, ink smudges out from the bottom of your plate because you didn’t think to clean the back of it before putting it on the press (you are the same person who printed on the felts), someone used the yellow tarlatan for blue ink, fuck me, is she really going out with him, ink bleeding like a stuck pig, someone forgot to clean the sides of the roller, you realize that your emulsion was still wet when you exposed your screen (or better yet, knew it was wet but were in a hurry and didn’t give a flying fuck about anyone else…..dickhead), rollers are hard as a rock, the nitrile glove box is empty (but then you remembered you don’t wear them anyway, do you?), when your friend tells you he/she has made a digital print and now they are a printmaker, what’s ventilation, you want to use the drying rack but someone has had their prints in there for over a month, your print has water streaks all over it, your ink is dry on that screen dummy, someone has left more grease on the bottom of the tympan then the top, you want to use the ink but it feels as if someone super-glued the top to the can, the 80 grit is out so have fun using 100 for a hour, hand cleaner is empty…hello shitty pink liquid, water bowls are black with ink, not a clean sponge within a mile, you don’t know which is the mag, whiting or talc, more scratches on the exposure unit than last semester, is that letter press or braille, where is the duck tape, who left this crumb here, why am I doing this?????????? Add on at your discretion.

the best part of being a printmaker: even if i do fuck up, i still have a hundred other people to blame it on. (but really i don’t fuck up.)

szechuanbest: Are you ready? Salon 5. Following in the...

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 04:49:04 -0500

szechuanbest:

Are you ready? Salon 5.

Following in the tradition of the Salon of 1917 where Duchamp’s Fountain was rejected, we are inviting you to submit your readymade to the next open house.

Bring your “art object” to Szechuan Best, at 2404 Guilford Ave, on March 3, 2011 any time between 10am to 12pm, along with the one (1) dollar submission fee. Please submit only one piece per person. Open House will follow the same day, from 4pm to 8pm.

First, second, and third place winners will be announced and awarded at the end of the day.

Readymades can be retrieved immediately after the show, and will be held until the following afternoon to be picked up by 12pm latest.

We are looking forward to all of your submissions

Thank you,

Max and Peggy

well ain’t this place a geographical oddity- two weeks...

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 04:47:13 -0500

well ain’t this place a geographical oddity- two weeks from everywhere!

years ago my friend made this his facebook status and i still think it's kind of funny:

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 04:33:00 -0500

“apparently the bulk of us have 100 problems.”