This was just like in Blow Up

I started to make this post, with the above title and below tags, and clearly meant to insert some sort of photo. Now I can't remember what that photo was, but doesn't it seem like it would have been a great joke?

My collections

I'm busy, but here's a puzzle

what would you use this item for?

PS congratulations, you graduated, yea yea

Staying home blues

In the last 72 hours I...

Graduated college with more honors and degrees than my brother did (just saying). Ok, so I'm not in this photo because I skipped that ceremony but aren't my friends too cute? They look happy here but really everyone spent the day drunk and crying.

Packed up all of my shit in my like 250 square foot room.

Managed to make it all fit in my 150 square foot bedroom in my parents house and somehow make it look nice. Photographed are my cheesey childhood trinkets, my CD collection, yearbooks, box of letters, box of prints and postcards.

Began experimenting with room fragrance. Here is a terracotta bear usually used to keep brown sugar soft. Put in a dish (with a little water, although I'm not sure if the water is necessary) and add a couple drops of lavender essential oil and voilà at least 24 hours of aromatherapy. A far better solution than spraying roomspray over and over again. I am going to assume you could even coat the bear with roomspray instead of oil (or perfume, if you're a big spender) and you'd still get this lasting effect. While the lavender soothes my soul, I think it would be nice to mix it with something else, probably from Demeter, which is $15 at Duane Reade, baby. Don't touch their new Snickers-inspired shit. Dirt and Wet Garden are both good.

Perfected my Egyptian Princess Look. To go with my flannel.

I AM NO LONGER THE PURITANICAL ONE. THIS IS MY NEW COSMETICS/PARTY BLOG.

Two nights ago was Columbia University's Senior Ball. I went to Washington Heights and got my nails especially done for the occasion. The purple/black/silver zebra stripe design came to me in a dream.


The following evening I went to Providence for le Bal Oriental. Here I am taking a nap in an opium den. I am wearing a turban, Nefertiti makeup, and a Japonesque shift dress.

do you still have taste aside from a distaste for capitalism?

A look at ME, then and now.





Then: One of my favorite things in the world used to be Art. I used to like looking at pictures and going to museums, and I was up on all the latest developments of the 20th century!! I particularly liked Egon Schiele, because his art embodies everything meaningful in the experience of the seventeenyearold, such as mirrors



Now: I don't like going to galleries for fear of being mistaken as a pseudo-counter-cultural reactionary. Also everyone else knows more about it than me.




Then: Before I discovered radical feminism, I used to enjoy displaying my body to men because fulfilling their lame romantic-sexual fantasies was a cheap ticket to a MASSIVE EGO.




Now: My current boyfriend gave me a book called "Sex and Philosophy: Rethinking De Beauvoir and Sartre" as a Christmas present three months after we met. Around the same time he also explained to me that he was attempting to explode gender roles in cuddling. It looks like I'm projecting rather a different image. I do still enjoy being manipulative though.





Then: I used to buy "vintage clothing" because I thought it would make me cool.




Now: In pursuit of a minimalist lifestyle, and also in protest against poor working conditions, the death of craftsmanship in the face of mass production, and disposability culture, I tend to limit purchases to extremely expensive objects and old shit.





Then: I used to enjoy reading novels and short stories, partly because it's quite fun, but more importantly because because I was destined to be an artiste!! Poetry is kinda boring frankly, and I never really got the point, but I had to read a lot of that too, if only for appearances' sake.




Now: I don't really read anymore because fiction is self-indulgent, and often doesn't have enough transformative content. However, I read the Daily Mail's "Femail" section obsessively. N.B. for American viewers: this has nothing to do with feminism

In sum:
Then: dilettante
Now: hypocrite

WHICH DO YOU PREFER???

I AM A GROWN UP NOW

here are the things that have happened since this blog went into hibernation:

college
i finished college
i live in london now
enrolled in masters' degree as private in-joke with myself (not that funny)
i decided to be a lawyer
i turned 21 and then i turned 22
different hair
michael jackson died
acquired semipermanent manfriend
am now only like 90-95% self-involved
rode on bicycles a lot
had a feminist awakening
did lots of cooking

WILL I EVER BE FUNNY AGAIN???

Corky-garde

"My life is absolutely meaningless. When i consider the different periods into which it falls, it seems like the word Schnur in the dictionary, which means in the first place a string, in the second, a daughter-in-law. The only thing lacking is that the word Schnur should mean in the third place a camel, and in the fourth, a dust-brush."

designs for sports clothes

Sondei morning

Important goings-on in life:
1) Paz on plane to America
2) Bhangra basement
3) Euripides
4) Alcoholics Anonymous bigbook. It's incredible.
"Well, that's exactly what this book is about. Its main object is to enable you fo find a Power greater than yourself which can solve your problem." Life without escapism is not life? Bite me.

words and that

according to my favorite thing ever, wikipedia,

Unlike English, many other languages have traditional terms to denote limerence, like the German Verliebtheit, Scandinavian forelskelse or Russian влюблённость (vlyublyonnost); these expressions may roughly be translated to “fallen-in-love-ness”.

what if countries competed with each other to have lots of words that mean interesting things in the same way they compete to have lots of bombs and stuff? maybe they do. i know about these crazy cats but do they have a similar big round table in washington somewhere with guys going 'we need more words for snow'? if anyone would like to write a short story or perhaps a comic novella about this i am too lazy to do it so go ahead.

I made this video last spring.

That was a really crazy time for both of us. Am I right , am I right???

new craft idea!

the best thing godard ever did

My Summer Vacation?

Pez are from Austria.

Hi

If - Fairport Convention

MaLe Or FeMaLe?

http://bookblog.net/gender/genie.php
I consistently scored male on my analytical writing and female on my creative (ie writing where I talked about myself) writing. SEXISTS!

i think it was a.e. housman who invoked that line in the context of this pome

Iam ver egelidos refert tepores,
iam caeli furor aequinoctialis
iucundis Zephyri silescit aureis.
Linquantur Phrygii, Catulle, campi
nicaeaeque ager uber aestuosae:
ad claras asiae volemus urbes.
Iam mens praetrepidans avet vagari,
iam laeti studio pedes vigescunt.
O dulces comitum valete coetus,
longe quos simul a domo profectos
diversae varie viae reportant.

now spring brings back the warm air
and the fury of the equinoctial heavens
grows silent by zephyr's pleasant breezes.
the phrygian pastures must be left
and the rich fields of nicaea as well.
now the restless mind wishes to wander
now eager feet grow sure with zeal
o sweet fellow travelers, be well,
you who, having set out from home together
now return divided by separate paths

bad translation but it makes me think of my life

my heart hurts as well. i'm overwhelmed.

this is a little cliche

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.


Anyway I've been checking the weather compulsively and my heart is swollen, or maybe it is collapsing on itself. I can't really tell because I have to spend all day (and night!) in the library.

hey

seriously, what if you took acid and made this cake?