A City of Fools - Atmosphere

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/12/the_year_2008_in_photographs_p.html

#17

I think these two things really go together well, and idk why.

and btw, HOLY HELL on #40

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Kelly Got Run Over By a Reindeer
by bendy and squid
(this song is best sung with a ridiculous country twang)

Kelly got run over by a reindeer
walkin' home from her dorm in Ken-tuck-y
you can say there ain't no such thing as reindeer,
but it rains here all the time you best believe!

Now the deer is on the table,
good thing I had my shotgun
those gun racks sure come in handy
when those deer are on the run

yeehaw!

Kelly got run over by a reindeer
walkin' home from her dorm in Ken-tuck-y
you can say there ain't no such thing as reindeer,
but squid and I you know that we believe

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oh songs I never liked when I was first introduced to them, but now love...

like:
You and Your Friend - Snake River Conspiracy
The Man Upstairs - Voltaire

they're probably old. so old.

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This is my 2008 >>
The Science of Selling Yourself Short - Less Than Jake

"I've come to my senses that I've become senseless
and I could give you lessons how to ruin your friendships
and every last conviction I smoked them all away
and I drank my frustrations down the drain out of the way

and so I sit and wait and wonder, does anyone else feel like me
someone so tired of their routines, and disappearing self-esteems"
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its 11:11 and all I can seem to wish for is for the next year to be so much better than this year has been.

Its true that things are looking up, but I need to make a real effort, 'cause "I'm my own worst enemy"

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so Chris is sick, and I took him some soup last night. I had gone to the doctor because of being deaf in the right ear (complication of earwax buildup and attempted debrox-ing) and got out of work early, so I went home and made a collage of random magazine cutouts. Decided to cover the cans of soup my mom gave me to take to him. Covered one in magazine cut outs, the other with a paper towel.

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Its my first day of work at Cengage Learning, and with not much to do, my mind is kinda wandering about.


it makes me glad that we are not conscious once we're dead.
I believe the very worst hell for me would be to feel that way forever
alone cold and immobile, those many feet below the ground.
no comforting cradle of the earth, pumped full of plastic and placed in a box.

haha ASIDE from that terribly morbid poemesque thing,

a guy wrote for himself Identity Guidelines. How he is to dress, how he is to design. Positions to sit in, color palette. Interesting. Perhaps something to consider? I think these types of guidelines are inadvertently drawn by most women by themselves according to the season and its subsequent fashion. How curious that many are already doing this without knowing it. Thinking to write it- a sense of self-design. We are what we will ourselves to be.

I would like to undertake an art project this evening. I'm not sure what, but I just got the urge to paint a wall. Not paint on a wall, but paint of a wall. Curious. I think I'm being inspired by Emil Robinson's delicate use of color. I hope for my painting to look half as good as his.

Loving veer.com, which I found looking at the wall of my not-my-cubical that I'm sitting in. I don't much like the poster now seeing the site, but the site itself is well worth looking at, for your inner design-and-typeface nerd. At the very least they have fun wallpapers ;)

I think I would like to photograph a typewriter.

I would like to screen print a decent print on a shirt. I'm having helluvatime finding one.

Is some writing as a neon sign art? Does it matter what it says? Is it wrong that I really want the lobster neon sign at King Wok on McMillan?          ...will someone steal it for me?

perhaps I will make a collage instead of a painting of a wall. or perhaps a collage upon a painting of a wall.

hmm I'm a "professional in communicating and presenting information"? Perhaps as a designer, not as a performer, as that quote was in reference to. The book I'm reading is suggesting that "...writings on the stagecraft of magical performances may well contribute to our understanding of information design." How intriguing. I must read on.

I need a muse of human form as opposed to a website. Anyone can look at a website. I want that human element that you can't replicate. I want input, not just output.

...Shauna, stop thinking that way, its not what I meant     ;)

old poems i found buried in very old posts... thought i'd pull them forward for whatever commentary ppls might have... if ppls even read them haha

I could make up a false future
reconstruct our broken past
just for a fulfilling present
that we both know cannot last
forever
or as long as I need
until you've gone away
I'll be taken by surprise
by the imagined spark
such illusory underhanded magic
your touch is the smoke
your eyes are the mirrors
once again I fall under
your spell as always
throughout the years



do you ever have memories that you wish you couldn't keep
of dark dreary days on which you'd think you could sleep
you open the drafty door to take a look outside
at the good friends by the fence but on the wrong side
and your cry
but there's nothing you can do but pray and ask why
they have to go
you know you wish it weren't true
but then you realize you even wish it was you
but its them
and you'll never see them again
and even if you did you'd never recognize them again
but you're young, you think you'll forget it right?
but you're wrong you wont forget
and it'll keep you awake at night.



everything's ok when I'm around you
I've got nothing to prove
can just be myself
don't need to impress you
its alright and i can just be
when all the world's against me,
you're my refuge
like it or not
you shield me from the deluge
just knowing that you're there for me
that's really enough
go on with your life
and ill live mine
even if we aren't together now
there's still time
if we end up far apart
finding it easier to hide
you'll always be in my heart
when you're not by my side

humma well im pretty bored right now, but ive really got too much to do. so Im sitting here stunned from all the action in my brain and thinking about how thinking too much might make me go insane and that everyone in society has become so inane because weve got a plague a sickness with no cure dont even know what its here for or what brought it on... the perfect american family is on TV- I turn around and wonder whats wrong with me but the problem isnt mine, its society and weve got a plague brought upon by many rats all across the span of time its sad to think how far we've sinked and how far we may go before we're all extinct

reading a book by don dillilo called White Noise for my english class and thats kinda where that lil tangent came from. The book raises many questions that are rather interesting.. i think everyone should read it especially if you like to think bout stuuf. well ive got to go back to writing a character eval essay on Krogstad in Henrik Isben's A Doll House... rather good play- sadly the frist time I encountered it was in Burnet Jr. year in highschoolll.... what a waste. Anyways, off I go--- g'nite all

sitting cross-legged, on a bed, eating an icecream cone, in the dark makes me laugh . . . at least on the inside (outward laughing would just cause icream in the nose (and that is rather cold (i don't like a cold nose (at least not on the inside)))).