fantailtastic

delightful dream

got this in my e-mail this morning

well my dream was about how i was paying $16 to borrow an oyster that you can take home, open up and read. the oyster survives this ordeal. text has been printed inside on layers of the oyster's flesh. i kept licking the shell of mine while in the store because it was salty. mine was supposed to be frank lloyd wright but when i asked an employee how to open it he flipped through the oyster and i discovered there was only one line of text instead of an entire book and i was really disappointed.

cupcake

my parents have been catsitting for my brother for the past week. this means my dad has been wandering around the house, calling, "cupcake? cupcake?" and my mom has been sending cat e-mails to my sister-in-law and me.

foot broke today

believe it or not, though you'll probably believe it, i got my foot caught in the revolving door exiting the subway this morning. i think my foot moved too slowly in relation to the rest of my body and my boat shoe was knocked off and my heel ended up getting thwacked by the oncoming door blade. no blood, but a deep skinning and excruciating shooting pain. i near doubled over in the street. i spent the day attempting to set up for the show despite not being able to bear weight on my left foot. aka lots of standing and staring blankly at things that needed to be assembled. the funny old irish man who runs our workshop alternated bringing me packets of advil with imitating my limp.

i thought about cabbing home but then decided i was too poor for that and hobbled my way home. i came back to renee zellweger's house and made delicious eggplant tofu and ate two men's share, maybe because i didn't burn the rice for the first time in forever. and then i "rested," "relaxed," and "healed" by doing things in variations of prostrate positions: eating pistachio ice cream, eating expensive chocolate with chocolate nibs courtesy of the tribeca people, drinking lots of cab sav, and stitching holes in my clothes, which i seem to do ridiculous often in new york and which makes me feel like a crafty street urchin.

famous fox

the bagel was so wonderful and foxy tonight that i couldn't stop taking enough screenshots to make a flip book. i get to pinch that face in one week.

the hanged man

As you may know, I have a hearty appetite for amateur divination. This afternoon I had my tarot cards read for the first time by a boy named David in a coffee shop in Bushwick. He was very serious about it, which of course was very exciting to me. 

The crux of the reading was to be the first card, which for me was The Hanged Man. When David flipped the card onto the table, he laughed and said this was very interesting. 

"The Hanged Man is one of the most mysterious cards in the tarot deck. It is simple, but complex. It attracts, but also disturbs. It contradicts itself in countless ways. The Hanged Man is unsettling because it symbolizes the action of paradox in our lives. A paradox is something that appears contradictory, and yet is true. The Hanged Man presents to us certain truths, but they are hidden in their opposites."

My feelings on tarot after the reading were inconclusive, so I'll probably do it again soon. I did find the imagery on the individual cards to all be strangely entrancing and beautiful.

"The Hanged Man has put himself in this position and there is no way he can win. And yet, that halo lets us know that he may be about to claim a sizable victory. He was not attacked, nor forced to be where he is, nothing is disheveled besides his hair hanging down due to simple gravity. With his hidden hands, he is not letting us see his manipulation of the situation. His bent leg indicates that he is getting quite comfortable being helpless. If The Hanged Man represents you in your reading, you are being advised by the Tarot deck to surrender, to change course or to let the universe solve a situation without your input."

epic tv

my emotions are see-sawing after an intense day of television. i finally watched the finale of rupaul's drag race and episodes 5 & 6 of game of thrones and i'm still riveted.

almost summer in bushwick

the local teenagers are out roaming the streets in midriff-baring crop tops and talking about sucking dicks. the neighbor woman is setting her children lose in her tiny yard that shares a wall with our living room and screaming at them over her Celine Dion cd. this is Hey Arnold 2.0

wisteria and leaf

maybe it's the wine, or the fact that i've hardly slept all week, or that i've listened to harry mancini's baby elephant walk until my brains have completely melted, but i think i finally have a version of this code that i really like and actually performs consistently. 

earlier tonight i printed these to present tomorrow even though i didn't like them very much, because 8pm was the latest printer slot i could book. they're supposed to be two leaves on eaves or summat like that/ the more that i look at the second sketch the more it looks like a disgusting earwig or centipede.

 

however, now that it is 1:45am i have these, which are much better, imo (and don't need to be fixed in photoshop to cover my inability to perform algebra shh). too bad they won't be on paper.

last night rothy and i worked on our video game project until 4am. we were taking a break sitting on her stoop when it started to rain and soon water was pouring out of the sky. a drop of rain put out her cigarette. in order to avoid trekking through bushwick in the dead of night in the gushing rain, i slept on her air bed, a floaty cloud of her boyfriend's lung air. i left the world with my contacts in and my floral jeans on and woke up a hazy three-and-a-half hours later, when i resumed the numbers game with the aforementioned sketch. i think i will get up at 6 tomorrow to make my non-existent presentation.

words from james

I hate NY. Welcome to my life - don't ever think that city is normal. Keep your West Coast sensibilities about you. I love that you understand my feelings about that festering hell hole. heh

- jr, across the pond

hello chevrons

rothy and i worked until 2am last night and started again at 9am. this thing down here is definitely getting the raw end of my attention. this day already feels too long.

Finals play - by - play

I know you're enjoying my finals play-by-play. I just got home at 2:30 am from working at rothy's. Now I'm in my bed and there's nothing nicer than cozy sheets, a quiet apartment and not going to bed with earplugs in my ears (a rare thing), and bedtime. I have just realized that the mobile version of my blog has a horrendous peach hummingbird wallpaper. Must amend tomorrow.

cinco de worko

rations inside the fortress of solitude

this may look like nothing, but it took two days to get this nothing 

hopping saturday night

it's 9pm and i've just gotten to school to spend the late night hours working. that's apple juice. where are you?

update: 10:10 pm, first tiny scripting breakthrough. i toddle on
update: 1am, just got home. this day has been so long. i went to a bridal shower this morning, tried to figure out midcity manor stuff over the phone with bagel, spent ages writing a lot of shitty broken code in processing and then erased it all, and stayed late at school nudging things around in unity. meanwhile, seeing pictures online of the family dinner you missed is one of the saddest feelings ever.

tag on a rack

cannibalism in jamestown

"notheinge was Spared to mainteyne Lyfe and to doe those things which seame incredible, as to digge upp deade corpes outt of graves and to eate them. And some have Licked upp the Bloode which hathe fallen from their weake fellowes."
- george percy, president of jamestown

guys, i'm out of my liter of bushmills. and i have listened to boyz II men so hard to say goodbye to yesterday 82 times today