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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

moo-wangara

"The Wangara people of Mali use this mask during the Moo – wangara, which celebrates a bumper harvest," he explains. "The festival is to hoot at the hunger that they once experienced. The people are very joyous on this occasion because they recount the bad times when they had to go hungry. Looking at their present state of plenty, there is a lot to be happy about."


maybe we should have all hooted at hunger for thanksgiving

american giants

my cousin and me with our aunt. the hormones in american food made us big and strong

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

end of november breakfast

i had mashed potatoes and sparkling apple cider for breakfast this morning. might it recently have been thanksgiving?

generally your face

best bedtime e-mail!!! now that i've received what i didn't even know i was waiting up for, i am going to sleep

all happiness

update: i'm going everywhere in these

Sunday, November 27, 2011

the day in pictures

what did i do today, you might ask?





a problem

love this lil vid. the part where he's being stabbed by the lightning bolt - that's how i feel most of the time. this boy used to live in the room next to mine in van buren house. when i was huddled in my bed at night, i could hear him tinkering on his keyboard on the other side of the wall. it was really strange to know how physically close i was to someone in another room and it got me to thinking about how walls define spaces and how if the barrier dissolved i would be in my pajamas lying practically next to him composing ditties.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

betrayal in the family

ma was supposed to watch twilight with me because we watch it together every year, but she's betrayed me and is going to watch it right now with one of the girls from her work. i'm really mad, so she's trying to get back into my good graces by dancing and offering to watch the muppet movie with me. well too bad, i've already made plans to watch the muppet movie with other people. no forgiveness

valjudy doesn't care


i had this wonderful thanksgiving present in my inbox today from khenkel. it's me, as my favorite singer, judy garland. thank you, khenkel!

Thursday, November 24, 2011

from vasha masha

happy thanksgiving to you and your family! i wish you all the best: health, happiness, success in work and studies, and the fulfillment of  your wishes. with love, vasha masha/your everyman


Tuesday, November 22, 2011

can i speak to jane

Such actions recall the work of the Jane Collective, which was one inspiration for the Doula Project. The collective was a feminist organization in Chicago that performed more than 11,000 illegal abortions in the 1960s, before the passage of Roe v. Wade. Women calling to make appointments would ask, “Can I speak to Jane?”

When the Jane Coalition was uncovered by the police, seven women were arrested. They were looking at lifetime prison sentences. But while they sat awaiting trial, Roe v. Wade passed and the group walked.

Monday, November 21, 2011

the forecast

happy birthday to my brother! for his 31st birthday yesterday i gave him rubber coasters shaped like bear rugs. i'm happy to have a big brother.

yesterday it rained bullets. pounding frightening death rain and bagel and i went to masa so we could shed all our layers and have delicious deep dish pizza with sausage and mushrooms while wearing short sleeves. today, it's beautiful again of course.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

my father rises with the sun and i rise with reluctance

my dad bought himself a toy helicopter for his birthday.


it's already sort of broken because he kept crashing it into things and almost flew it into the neighbors' backyard.

speaking of presents, here's my gift from bagel for our one year:

Saturday, November 19, 2011

what about them i'm all about them

i'm listening to rill rill oh yeah and i was wearing shorts through november seventeenth oh yeah

Friday, November 18, 2011

very peaceful yoga

yoga was somewhat outrageous last night. cheri made everyone in the room, about thirteen people, get into bridge pose and she crawled around the room on her belly, squirming underneath every person in the class, yelling things like, "Uh-oh, this bridge is going to give me trouble. I'm stuck!!! Look at how high this bridge is! I COULD DRINK A MARTINI DOWN HERE! FUCK I'M EXHAUSTED!"

ourselves we find in the sea

this morning i dreamt that i was walking along the beach with two friends. there were enormous shells washed up along the shoreline, big spiraled things that were well over a foot long and took two hands to pick up and hold. i picked one to keep and later abandoned it for a pink colored one. we walked further and i decided i didn't want to carry it anymore so i dropped it and hit me and hurt my leg. we suddenly had to stop because our path was blockaded by dead tropical fish, including royal blue tangs, lying everywhere, and cathy was paralyzed with fear.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

why is the grass always greenland on the other side?

unconsumption

what's with that saying, chews you up and spits you out? this business will chew you up and spit you back out. this town'll chew you up and spit you out. does it mean that it tastes you and immediately figures out that you're not good enough? it's so all-knowing? or is it that you're rattled around and thrown back out and everything is discombobulated and like a dream afterwards? or does it mean that it takes advantage of you without actually utilizing you - it'll get the fun part - the taste - but won't actually consume you and will then leave you in worse condition than you were in to begin with? all chewed up and fucked up? that it'll make you be an intern and will squeeze the work out of you but will never hire you? or is it that it will do you as many disservices to you as possible? it will not only chewmangle you, but it will also spit you out to suffer rather than swallow and put you out of your misery. actually i think i've just realized that it simply means that it will use you until you're no good anymore, like gum, and then it will dispose of you. and now i feel silly for having written all of this.

 i've taken up drinking black coffee because i'm trying not to be fat and also sipping drinks with milk gives you cavities. so anyways i spent the evening in insomnia on my second black coffee of the day, writing dreaded e-mails and listening to the metronomy the english riviera album and i couldn't not bop my head around with the music, but was sort of aware that i was being annoying because my headphones were rattling because i was bopping too much.

what art in the streets really looks like

also, today i buried a banana peel in the front yard. but what i really want is a compost heap

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

occupy wall street

it's 3 and i haven't been up this late in a long time but i've been sitting here reading everything about the real-time police brutality happening at zuccotti park and my blood is boiling

animalistic endurance

There's a homeless man who is always reading in Melrose Starbucks. He's definitely one of the fixtures of the location, along with the shoestore owner from next door who's always coming in for refills; Преподаватель, the sad-looking grad student who's always grading papers and looking around; and Ilya, the Russian-speaking boy who never seems to make any progress in his book. You can sit next to him for ages and he'll barely turn a page. I was there at Melrose Starbucks doing some homework before class today and asked The Homeless Man to watch my things (laptop, purse, and the rest of my worldly belongings) while I went to the restroom. When I came back, he asked me why I'd purchased the particular Russian-English dictionary that I had on my table, and then proceeded to talk about different dictionary brands and their strengths and weaknesses for learning foreign languages. He told me he used to be a professor of German language and over the course of the next hour told me in great detail about the migration of the Germanic and Turkic tribes throughout Europe, modern day Icelandic in comparison to Old Norse, the two existing forms of Norwegian, and more. He was very kindly and had a full, long and unrestricted laugh and every time he let it out I would start to wonder if he was actually crazy, but then he would settle back in to his steady stream of effusive knowledge and he was completely normal. He compared the world of academia to life as a "street person," and I very badly wanted to ask why exactly he was a street person but it wouldn't have been proper. When I left he thanked me for indulging his rambling, saying that he doesn't get to talk to people very often.

Today, Nelly (a different Nelly from the one mentioned a few times before - this Nelly is younger, from Armenia, half Armenian and half Russian) brought a big tray of медовый торт, honey cake, from the Armenian bakery for everyone in the class. I asked her what the occasion was and she said it was because our teacher had mentioned that she'd never tried медовый торт, and that it was totally unheard of for someone from the Soviet Union to have never had any.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

sad because i don't have

caramel stuffed apple cider cookies
sour cherry vareniki
in conversational russian we're supposed to conversate about a new topic every week, but somehow we've been talking about russian food for three weeks now. everyone is very passionate about naming yet another very traditional dish and the real way to make it. this week nelly turned her entire desk into an imaginary counter and demonstrated how to roll out and pinch the dough for herring pie according to her babushka's recipe. long discussion on the best places to buy sourdough for a good price in los angeles (the armenian bakery at sunset and serrano). at this point i think i'm an expert on national dishes and i swear to god the ingredients for every one are always described as, oh, potatoes...meat...mushrooms...dill...beets...carrots...sour cream 

where have all the night owls gone

???why am i the only one on gchat???
guys, it's only 1:30 in the morning 

11/11/11

happy 60th birthday to my dad! i love him so much

Friday, November 11, 2011

i've been thinking about how i've seen a lot of very major car accidents on the road in the past few days (i've been driving a lot, but the number has still surprised me) and then i found out today that a good friend's father got into an accident and totaled her car. (he's okay. RIP, car.) i'm not normally one to cast public service announcements, but it's supposed to pour tomorrow (i can already see the storm clouds outside of my window) so i hope everyone is extra careful this weekend.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

uh

i have a real affinity for names ending in uh, like christina, luca, yuliya, my bike nina, my houseplant stine; the sound is like the pause before something great

Sunday, November 6, 2011

clam dreams

last night i fell asleep while lying on my bed eating clam chowder. i don't know how it's possible to fall asleep in the middle of eating something but i woke up with my face next to a bowl i was lucky to have not tipped over with the whack of an arm or leg. in the morning pa laughed at me and asked if i had had an all-you-can-eat buffet

Friday, November 4, 2011

operation rhino relocation

on people leveraging their digital social networks

I'm tired of people using their Facebooks to advertise their personal business ventures - I don't want to see your real estate postings or vote for your friend's shitty youtube ballad, I'm just 1/1,000 of your penniless friends okay so unless it's a ten-dollar microwave or you're giving away shoes in 8.5 I'd like to be treated like a friend or at least someone you'd show cool shit to or someone you'd have a conversation with if we were stuck in a windowless room and not a potential customer/buy-in. jesus.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

sea nymph


i missed this while working in china last year and i'm still sad about it

where is my depression medicine

Why did I hope we would be happy abroad? A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely. 
nabokov 254

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

sleepingtime snacktime



this morning i dreamt that i was standing in the kitchen of my house drinking a very large bowl of soup, which was cold despite the fact that i'd just taken it out of the microwave (with 4:48 left on the timer). when i woke up, bagel said i'd been smacking my lips in my sleep.