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first week back.

Jan. 20th, 2007 | 3:47 pm

and I'm already exhausted and emotionally drained.

so, I have class six days a week, from Monday-Saturday.  (fucking poor planning.)  additionally, most all of my classes address trauma in one manner or another, some on a personal level [The Politics of Sexual Violence, Trauma and the Arts], some on a general level [Abnormal Psychology]. and some on a level vaguer still [Women in the Economy].

it's going to be a rough semester.

for those who care, Jodorowsky event at the Castro is currently underway.  the last night of El Topo is tonight; The Holy Mountain begins tomorrow, and continues through Monday.  wanted to go, but I'm so so very tirrrrred.  we'll see though.  also, there's the Emily Haines thing on Monday...

fuck.

whatever.

and now some stuff you might enjoy:

[note:  Nina sent these to me, through Randy.  I love Nina.]


somewhere, someone at a sex-worker media watch group is cringing.  I know folks at TES must be.

...then there was the whole Giselle thing.

blah.

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audiogenic seizures/musicogenic epilepsy.

Dec. 22nd, 2006 | 6:01 pm

had a seizure last night.

every time I hear the stimulus I get so freaked out that I have a panic attack because I'm so fucking terrified of having another seizure.  it's so goddamn debilitating.

I am so fucked.

I need to get out of here.

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buzzed.

Dec. 20th, 2006 | 8:58 pm

well, shit.  it wasn't anything that some beer and booty shakin' couldn't fix

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breaking.

Sep. 3rd, 2006 | 10:45 pm

I have no desire to write except in code. and even at that, I fail.

the heart's causing problems.

I need someone to talk to.

echo echo echo.

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back in new york.

Aug. 2nd, 2006 | 7:34 pm

be seeing you.

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the ghost of boris karloff called me today...

Jul. 28th, 2006 | 6:33 pm

from a convalescent home.

at least it sounded like him. it was, more likely, a poor old Slav digging his long, ragged nails into death's edge. at any rate, it was one of the most surreal experiences I've ever had.

"I know your faaaa-therr is on va-caaa-shun. Aussstraaalia , the Phiiill-i-pines , and all this...."

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walking and talking.

Jul. 28th, 2006 | 4:18 pm

mid-nineties indie movies make me want to kill myself.

...

finished the hand detailing on the ladybug for the ladybug skirt. used black thread for the black dots; should have used white thread for contrast.

stupid movies. stupid thread. and while I'm at it...relationships are pretty stupid, too.

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snuff-film.

Jul. 27th, 2006 | 10:48 pm

has anyone heard anything about Bernard Rose's new project?

I could only find a link to these images.

if he's accomplished what I think he has, I'm jealous. and in awe. and I can't wait to see this film when it's released.

[side note: rediscovered Paperhouse tonight. loved it.]

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snip, snip, slash.

Jul. 27th, 2006 | 7:46 am

it was just something to think about. demise as a plot device to keep things running smoothly.

foam puppet, foam boobs. a whole lotta dying going on.

---
...as an afterthought, but on the snip and slash theme:
only one t-halter is finished. still have to do prep work on, oh, twenty more. also in the dream stages: one "trucker" flap skirt. one potential a-line. so much work to do.

finishing up the stitching and hand-detail on the "motorcycle" skirt. found that I can thread a needle while in a fast-moving car far better than I can when things aren't in motion. how fucking punk.

considered making kid's clothes. for profit. along similar lines to current work, but more child appropriate with requisite wink to parents--stuff like "I love my daddy's motorcycle. vrrooom."

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beautiful, bloody, bare: pretty as pulp.

Jul. 26th, 2006 | 9:52 pm

Bava's lighting is absolutely wonderful. I can't believe that I never fully appreciated it before.

meticulous to insane amounts of fill, and always in just the right spots--streaks of hair, the lips, the cheek, the breast, the thighs--like brushstrokes. his women pop. (and his curtains are fabulous.)

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