The mixed-up files of:

I don't trust anyone who doesn't smoke pot

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 18:10:53 GMT

The other day I was on the phone with Max and he was talkin to me for a while about scrubbing his wall. Apparently it has turned black because of the next door chicken killing house's smoke.

I leave for France in a week and a half.

I miss Rb Wntrs. Liz came back. What do people have to talk about on these things?

1, tw-ho, 3.

Thu, 12 Jan 2006 21:43:11 GMT

I wonder if elements of my style, personality and grooming are really as good as my physicians and specialists lead me to believe...

et voila.

Tue, 27 Dec 2005 01:33:13 GMT

Saw this at a show last year

Noel made everything better. I had a great time with Liz on Christmas. I got some sweet gifts.

and I like this picture of me and Nicholas

Sat, 24 Dec 2005 15:24:07 GMT

I had another dream about my physics teacher. So that's number 4 of the teacher dreams. I saw Morgan yesterday, we sat in the NYU library and caught up.

Sat, 17 Dec 2005 03:36:47 GMT

david rather be associated with moms than other girls.

this means things:
1. i am talking to david
2. i 'went to church with my mom'
and
3. david likes moms moira than girls

What I want for Christmas:

Sun, 04 Dec 2005 19:20:51 GMT

White Russians all month long (and whiskey, wine and beer)
Liz to spend Christmas with me
Read the back entries of David Byrne's journal
Read the Chronicles of Narnia
Organize a trip to the middle of nowhere to see shooting stars
Fix the wireless, my computer and ipod
Smoke pot and watch adult swim in my thermals

Thu, 01 Dec 2005 13:08:29 GMT

I was playing with the Talking Heads in Stop Making Sense. I was the bassist. We were playing at the Museum of Natural History. Something blew out and we had to pause the show everyone dispersed to find bathrooms because we all had to pee. I ended up having a large black girl show me around the museum to a bathroom. She was a fan and she worked at the museum during the day. In the bathroom we talked about periods. We parted and I went into one of the exhibits that was about wearing special glasses that reversed your eyes. My mother and father were there "ooh"ing and "ahh"ing and so was this old man who looked friendly. He was some family friend and left the exhibit with me to go look for something. He complimented me on my robot tattoo and showed me the tattoo on his wrist. He said it was a robot of the third reich and andro-humanoid (or something like that). The robot of the third reich had similar features as mine did but a different body shape and was red and blue. The andro-humanoid was perpendicular to the other one and practically joined at the head. He was black and didn't look like a robot. We went somewhere but eventually I was left in a hallway and felt bad about dicking around when the show might have eventually went back on. I call 2209 and the woman says she probably can't help me but go ahead. I ask her is the band is still playing. She says something about the show going on or went on and now being over. I go to David Byrne's room and rejoin my band. No one seems to be bothered. The whole band is there. We're listening to music as David is getting ready. His computer is an Apple and when it's time to go back on stage to play our last song (or was this all after our last song?) I have difficultly using the shortcuts I know to shut everything down. The place to shut down is called "Way Out" and I'm amazed by how personalized his computer is. A Talking Heads song plays on his computer and I think he is vain. Then when I'm the last to leave his room he runs towards me and the band completely naked hollering about how he has to go put on his clothes. I don't look at his penis when he is facing me but I look when he's dashing into his room. I see it. (here we may go on stage while I fumble over a bass. this might have already happened)

One of the biggest henges in all the world!

Sat, 26 Nov 2005 23:15:00 GMT

Thu, 03 Nov 2005 02:45:09 GMT

Danielle Rosa evaluating people’s work:

Odessa brought up the interesting question of what do you have to do to get people to take off their clothes? She furthered this hypothesis by bringing in a staple from classic artwork featuring naked people, the shell from the Birth of Venus, and seeing if this would prompt some nudity. Surprisingly people did get naked and she post-moderned it up with giving her models the option of censorship bars covering their no-no special places. It was nice to see people pose in the shell in different ways compared to how Venus posed in it.

Max left little white poop in stolen patches of nature. It made me ask this question of myself : what would happen if my poop came out white? I sense that his answer to that question is fairly obvious.

Revel, Revel, Revel! I revel in the overall presentation of the Makie Stacking Boxes and Photographs that Revel made for the show.

Caroline’s story of the pictures changed every time she told it to me. I admire that.

Francine doesn’t look like the type of girl who is into pus, bile, vomit and poop. But when you evaluate her friendship with Max Liebowitz you begin to see glimmers of a more sinister side, read: she’s really a tomboy. It was leaked to me that she is actually a spy for Korea and this makes me believe that she probably has to deal with blood and guts a lot so she isn’t squeamish about that kind of stuff. This piece is a blister. It is rumored to be the name of one of her greatest nemesis in the Seoul Samurai Consortium. Perhaps this is her way of wrastlin’ the fucker to the wall. Her photograph may represent how nasty “The Blister” is on a larger scale, one that threatens the normalcy of Mother Nature. But this is all if the allegations are true, and I cannot get her to confirm or deny these statements without giving me a really annoyed look while she cracks her knuckles and neck.

Stevie makes me feel good/is good in many different ways. 1. He has great hair 2. I know that waterproofing is indeed possible and all previous attempts were not a success because of my own folly. 3. Moby Dick has got to be a fantastic book and I better finish that shit 4. Whatever he’d been smoking before bathing in the Hudson River has got to be some good shit and I gotsta get me some of that. 5. His work was really presented well and… really pretty (excuse me for saying so).

Jesse is a fine craftsman.

Morgan. I liked Morgan’s project. I especially liked the idea when it was executed to look as authentic as possible, when it was attached to houses. It’s a creative way of messing with people that isn’t overtly rude and could be appreciated for is novelty

Kate brought some balloons to different places and called them teenagers, or children. You know, I thought the pictures outside were really cool. It may be because as a child movies like The Red Balloon captivated me. If they are supposed to represent teenagers, the balloons in the forest remind me of the Jennifer Lopez video “Waiting for Tonight” or raves in the forest.

Lind-Say! Did something that refers to the 7 deadly sins. Unfortunately it was not clear what that was.

Lindsey put an “out of order” sign on different objects. People didn’t use them. Kudos!

Mike believes that words are arbitrarist symbolicals for ideas. He makes a poignantical displigatory of the deconstructable quality of words (i.e. Copyright) in his project. I like the set up; I really like the picture for “Hop”. or something.

Matt’s project has been the one I get approached several times a day about. Everyone loved it! I think it’s because we as humans are attracted to shiny glitter and the sub-sub-suburban aesthetic of Yonkers. But that’s my psychological standpoint on it and I would probably know better than most because I’ve taken 3 years of college psychology. Matt was humorous with the story he presented; he was also the only person in the class to make a story with his photographs (well besides Stevie but that wasn’t so much of a story as a life choice).

Danielle Rosa out.

P.S. I liked my project in the end but I didn’t feel particularly strong about it. More of the turtles have going missing. The one off the steps to Heimbold is gone. The one in Andrews East is gone (Punk Rock Mike stole it, he showed it to me, he did not want me to hide it in other spots to see if he could find it again), the one on Bates roof is gone. There is maybe 1 or 2 more (I forgot where I left them ultimately) that I haven’t checked on.

The show really was nice.

Thu, 13 Oct 2005 01:37:25 GMT

"hey sweety it's me, listen i was just working in Word and I don't really work in Word that much so i'm wondering when a word has a squiggly red line underneath it what does that mean. when a word has a squiggly green line underneath it what does that mean. and how can you, you know, does it give you some hint or help or something on these words. ok that's about it. talk to you soon. bye."

mom

byrne with a weak heart

Tue, 06 Sep 2005 04:41:26 GMT

our moira:
http://www.foundmagazine.com/index.php?fuseaction=contact.home

Sat, 30 Apr 2005 05:25:06 GMT

on the night of the love party.
danielle and moira
hate SARAH LAWRENCE love.

is it the party,
the season,
or the school
that exacerbated our feelings on this night of all of the nights?

fuck all.

Tomorrow I start my final conference paper of this year. Sunday I'm going to a quilting show with my mother.

I love friendships, girls who are willing to take off their clothes in front of me, hash, wine, graduates, and being honest. They're the things that are proven to be the most true in the last week to 3 dAYS.

time to take out my hair pins and sleep naked.

Tue, 29 Mar 2005 23:04:55 GMT

March 29, 2005 -- a day that will live in infamy.

pizza!

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 03:26:55 GMT

So have been writing notes-to-self in the margins of my school books. It's a modest collection so far but it covers many different and strong points that are problems with my current life. It poses a problem for me though by making my school books as private as my journal.

"3p"
"what apartment number?"
"3P as in Paul."
"3 wha?"
"P!"
"P!?"
"yes"
"P as in Peter"

tomorrow marks 4 years from something.

I fell in love and needed a roadmap to find out where you live. So excited though.

You you are genuinely afraid to answer the phone when I call and too freightened of what you would say if you would call me back.

Wed, 02 Feb 2005 01:00:57 GMT

Sun, 02 Jan 2005 20:52:12 GMT

If this typewriter can't do it, then Phuket, it can't be done.

who loves sneakers?!?!!?

Tue, 07 Dec 2004 05:13:08 GMT

wednesdays remind me of the reasons why i love marcus.

Wed, 20 Oct 2004 23:50:12 GMT

i spent some time fixing some of the things that went wrong. collecting the names of the problems on a paper to eventually throw away. i realize i am a lot more hasty and weirder than i thought. sometimes forgetting to catch my breath before speaking. if things are bad or good i'm going to go down the hall in a little bit and sit down, take something out and do whatever it is i find in my hands. 5 to 10 minutes into it i am going to roll a cigarette which will bring me outside.

and the great big blazing stars came out.

oh sweet nothing

Tue, 19 Oct 2004 16:26:59 GMT

i made good use of 39 hours
talked with people i dont usally talk to for hours
drew a lot.
did things.
passed out.

Sun, 17 Oct 2004 15:13:28 GMT

i just vomited in my mouth a little bit.
sarahlawrence
and the phoenix
and the first years
and everything that happens here that has to be challenged by someone who feels like a liberal education is the right to oppose anything if there is even some conjecture of it being "bad"
fighting just to speak
drinking just to fuck.

i need a cigarette.

Sun, 17 Oct 2004 15:00:27 GMT

hillary and chad came over to watch the office and they smoked cigarettes which i am ok with but they had to open the window and the window was left open all nigth and to my knowledge my room doesnt get heat because the heater has never been hot and well it's always cold here.
so i wake up this morning with a cough and snotty and had to run to put on clothes and socks and wrap a blanket around me but since all i have are two thin quilts nothing helps.

moira lent me a new white sweater with hearts and puffy shoulders.
i'm so bored. and i'm ready to leave.

hot!

Fri, 15 Oct 2004 16:26:41 GMT

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/1013043mackris1.html

Tue, 12 Oct 2004 22:23:24 GMT

this is where i get all my information

http://ockhamist.com/funny/moviesthatdidnthappen.htm

the good life

Fri, 24 Sep 2004 01:59:37 GMT

Tue, 14 Sep 2004 03:25:25 GMT

if you are david grimes and suck ass and like gays comment on this