Thursday, December 31, 2009
WHAT
is with the instant gut formation upon arrival to the Bay? It should not take less than a week to magically become 3 months pregnant. There is something in the water here and it is making me fat without requiring me to actually drink any water and I will find out what it is.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
You know it's break when
the greatest intellectual stimulation of the week is realizing that the two movies you just watched consecutively had the same quote from Nietzsche.
Friday, December 25, 2009
About to make this private
so if you would like to keep following, shoot me an email =) I would like to have more control over my readership.
ps. merry christmas
ps. merry christmas
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
A History in Cutlery
On my desk are: 3 mugs, 2 bowls, a plate, several empty bottles and an empty ice cream carton, 2 tupperware boxes, and 9 forks/spoons/knives. And a quarter inexplicably wrapped in toilet paper.
Monday, December 21, 2009
The opening titles for Dexter
absolutely blow my mind. They are beautiful--no flashy title effects, no loud rock soundtrack, no flashes of bloody bodies, just pure camerawork and sound editing to tell more of a story than any amount of pizazz can.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Dance and Porn part 3
I need to stop doodling naked dancing legs all over my notes. As beautiful as I may consider disembodied limbs to be, I feel the people studying around me will think less "what a lovely representation of the human form" and more "oh em gee, total perv to my left."
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I have already decided my Halloween costume for next year
I will go as Phineas Gage.
So in a last-ditch effort to stay conscious, I decided to take a short break to try sketching anatomically correct bodies in various different dance poses. I discovered two things from the horror than resulted: a) I really don't know what I'm doing when I dance and b) I really don't know what I'm doing when I draw.
So in a last-ditch effort to stay conscious, I decided to take a short break to try sketching anatomically correct bodies in various different dance poses. I discovered two things from the horror than resulted: a) I really don't know what I'm doing when I dance and b) I really don't know what I'm doing when I draw.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Why are bull terriers
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Is it weird that
between the moaning and complaining and coffee-making and code-cursing and dire hopelessness of never really being prepared or smart or good enough, there is some part of me that is sheepishly excited at the thought of learning in the next few days everything that I never bothered to learn during the semester?
Friday, December 11, 2009
Yay
My first real chance to do something I haven't done in ages: take pictures at an event that I am attending purely to take pictures. Photography at its finest--maximum stalker power, minimum human interaction. I feel like a retired cop in a lame action move/comedy going in for "one last job."
Also, someone's cellphone just rang and their ringtone was Teardrop by Massive Attack, aka the House theme. Awesomeness abounds.
Also, someone's cellphone just rang and their ringtone was Teardrop by Massive Attack, aka the House theme. Awesomeness abounds.
H.C. Gang?
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I love you all
Please, please, please don't die of some disease or accident or undetected heart condition. And please don't kill yourselves, because it would kill me too.
Ok, thank you.
Ok, thank you.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Studying in the Rodin upper lobby
Distracting background chatter is only acceptable when done in a British accent.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
more childhood flashbacks
In a fit of nostalgia, I managed to locate an old online text game I used to play in middle school. I putted around for a while and got bored, and decided to type the command, "kiss farmers." The game responded with, "You must have a very strange social life."
Random childhood flashback
When my brother and I were in middle school, my brother had 3 groups in his AIM buddy list: Nintendo, Sony, and Microsoft. Nintendo were the cool people, Sony were the okay people, and Microsoft were the people he didn't like (why he continued online correspondence with them, I will never know). For the longest time I had just assumed I was a Nintendo, but then one day I found my screen name on the Sony list. And in some small way, it broke my heart.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
A miracle has occurred
I don't know if it's because I misread the assignment (a highly likely possibility) or because the hand of some cosmic force of benevolence assisted me, but the unthinkable has occurred--after gearing up for a full night and day of coding with dinner, snacks, drinks (all of which were inhaled in a gruesomely short period of time) and a deep feeling of regret for not starting sooner, I manage to finish in... 3 hours?? With multiple daydreaming/facebook/weak-but-well-intentioned-jive-kick breaks?
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
I drew my first penis
For four years I have avoided it--the awkward process of staring at, analyzing, and finally rendering in some form or another what appears to be a hack-up, last minute appendage tacked on to an otherwise beautiful human form. I chose angles that hid the beast from view, or tastefully applied a skirt or other piece of clothing to cover it. Even Doug's silent, accusatory glances and Scott's outright criticisms could not prevent my chronic castration of male figures. But today, when our model sat with legs splayed in my direction, his glory facing me head on as if daring me to ignore it, I knew that I finally had to fill in the empty crotch space that has characterized my artwork thus far. And even though it is insultingly diminutive, hastily drawn, an inorganic shade of orange, and resembles a trebuchet or duck more than a propagator of offspring, I did it. I finally drew a penis.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I have decided to start going to the gym
after realizing that the act of shoving laundry in the machine elevates my heart rate to a level that qualifies as cardiovascular activity.
Last minute interview prep
and much needed website update! (Took out shitty work, put in slightly less shitty work, updated resume)
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
The best way to cure boredom
I recently discovered the 90s British show Jeeves and Wooster, which happens to combine two of my favorite things ever: Hugh Laurie and P.G. Wodehouse's brilliant series of books. I read them as a kid and loved them--my first wonderful taste of British humor. I guess if I'm going to rot here in my lonely apartment I might as well ingest more countless hours of quality TV.
As a side note, I stumbled upon the song Minnie the Moocher, which would be a TOTALLY SEXY RUMBA (or Foxtrot I guess, but rumba is cooler).
(1980s version that was in Blues Brothers, not the 1940-something original, not that you would care)
Edit: MY PROFESSOR WILL DANCE THE RUMBA AND IT WILL BE DAMN SEXY.
As a side note, I stumbled upon the song Minnie the Moocher, which would be a TOTALLY SEXY RUMBA (or Foxtrot I guess, but rumba is cooler).
(1980s version that was in Blues Brothers, not the 1940-something original, not that you would care)
Edit: MY PROFESSOR WILL DANCE THE RUMBA AND IT WILL BE DAMN SEXY.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
I love Hugh Laurie
After a tumultuous separation from former husband Christian Bale, I have come to rediscover my love for Hugh Laurie.
*Dreamy sigh*
*Dreamy sigh*
Friday, July 31, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
More cool stuff
So I decided to see what the "face" of ballroom is. I used current board members because there are a lot of people on the team.
Cool stuff
So, because I find this fascinating and think everyone else should to, here's more fun morphing stuff.
These are the nine images that I used. I tried to pick pictures that were all facing roughly the same direction and with similar facial expressions. Also, I wanted pictures that looked like the person they were supposed to represent, and, most importantly, had limited or no makeup. I found that makeup had a BIG effect and compromised the accuracy of the composites.
These are the nine images that I used. I tried to pick pictures that were all facing roughly the same direction and with similar facial expressions. Also, I wanted pictures that looked like the person they were supposed to represent, and, most importantly, had limited or no makeup. I found that makeup had a BIG effect and compromised the accuracy of the composites.
And here are some other fun combinations:
ROOM 1307 (Irene and Michelle both included)
ROOM 1308
THE ASIANS
THE INDIANS
BALLROOM
NON-BALLROOM
(Is it just me or is Miss Non-ballroom very, very attractive? Psh.)
An interesting thing I noted was that some people, for whatever reason, seem to have a MUCH stronger effect on the morphs than others. I will leave it up to you to guess who!
And because our rooms should really hold 9 people...
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Blub blub blub
I HAVE FIGURED OUT THE SOURCE OF MY MASSIVE WEIGHT GAIN. ALL OF THE CALORIES THAT FORMERLY CAUSED MY WRITING TO BE CLEVER AND WITTY HAVE SOMEHOW BEEN REROUTED TO MY WAISTLINE, CHEEKS AND THIGHS. ON THE PLUS SIDE, MY CLOTHES FIT BETTER AND I CAN SOMETIMES REARRANGE MY ARM FATS TO MAKE THEM RESEMBLE BICEPS WHEN I AM BORED.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Sigh again
SF Pride was this weekend but I went camping with family friends and didnt go. I am quite devastated, because I really wanted to go and was planning to and naively thought that after a month of being on my own I would find people to go with. But, sadly, I still have no friends and instead of being in downtown SF having fun and what would be an incredible experience I will sit at home in San Jose, smelly and covered in mosquito bites and watching TV or something.
(Alright, so camping was quite fun too, but I am still grumpy and feel like a loser because I have no friends.)
(Alright, so camping was quite fun too, but I am still grumpy and feel like a loser because I have no friends.)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Sigh
It has been three weeks in the city and I have already
--committed a parking violation
--gotten a traffic ticket
--hit a parked car
It turns out that I am not, in fact, a good driver. It is just that driving in the suburbs is like riding a bike with training wheels.
SIIIIIIGHHHHHHHHHHHHdhfggjrdtwetwe!!!
--committed a parking violation
--gotten a traffic ticket
--hit a parked car
It turns out that I am not, in fact, a good driver. It is just that driving in the suburbs is like riding a bike with training wheels.
SIIIIIIGHHHHHHHHHHHHdhfggjrdtwetwe!!!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Things I learned about Hugo Weaving while attempting to model his head
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Hello
Last night at home. Mother gave me the obligatory "You have betrayed me" stare she gives me every time I leave.
Got a visit from a potential renter today. He had an incredibly hot Irish accent and I promptly lost my shit. These people need to warn me if they plan on being gorgeous.
Got a visit from a potential renter today. He had an incredibly hot Irish accent and I promptly lost my shit. These people need to warn me if they plan on being gorgeous.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Visual Stimulation
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Ninth day of isolation
The walls are beginning to tell me their secrets. I am going up to SF to check out housing tomorrow. I will say no more lest I jinx myself, but let it be known that it may just be a sweeeet deal.
Trying to sew myself a syllabus costume. Sad to think that after spending $15 on materials and hours on labor, it is still going to look like a bedsheet and fall apart after one use. Need to redo the skirt--always forget that things need to get past the blimps I call legs before they can make it to my waist. My mum stumbled upon it and has since eyed it suspiciously every time I announce plans to go out.
It has been many days since I have made a lewd or inappropriate comment. I always feel a little less virile during the summers.
Have you ever tried to make shapes with ceiling patterns, like you would with clouds? It is pretty much the same, except that they dont move and you can stay in bed.
Trying to sew myself a syllabus costume. Sad to think that after spending $15 on materials and hours on labor, it is still going to look like a bedsheet and fall apart after one use. Need to redo the skirt--always forget that things need to get past the blimps I call legs before they can make it to my waist. My mum stumbled upon it and has since eyed it suspiciously every time I announce plans to go out.
It has been many days since I have made a lewd or inappropriate comment. I always feel a little less virile during the summers.
Have you ever tried to make shapes with ceiling patterns, like you would with clouds? It is pretty much the same, except that they dont move and you can stay in bed.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
My neck hurts
Mostly because I have been conducting most of my day to day business propped up on my bed for the last 3 days.
I have come to realize that I, unlike most living creatures, do not possess a fight-or-flight response. I dont panic, I dont stress, and I rationalize my way out of tight corners until the tales I am spinning fail to convince even me. As a result, I am irresponsible. I am of the "Problems will go away after a good nap" school of thought, and it has taken me to terrifying heights of delinquency. I must stop this before it is too late.
It is already too late.
I have come to realize that I, unlike most living creatures, do not possess a fight-or-flight response. I dont panic, I dont stress, and I rationalize my way out of tight corners until the tales I am spinning fail to convince even me. As a result, I am irresponsible. I am of the "Problems will go away after a good nap" school of thought, and it has taken me to terrifying heights of delinquency. I must stop this before it is too late.
It is already too late.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Achievements since I have been home
--Got a new phone
--Converted my previously immaculate room into the aftermath of a tornado, overnight
--Became addicted to the original Star Trek
--Refrained from seeing (nonexistant) friends or even exiting my room, which has acquired a stale scent and a light aura of despair
Sounds pretty good. It is now time to vegetate on my bed and eventually fall asleep, one hand resting on my laptop keyboard, the other clutching a miscellaneous food/drink item.
Like this, but less adorable.
On a side note, in my attempt to look for images with which to supplement this post, I discovered that “vegetating” is also something fingers and toes do when they grow fungus and want to scare you.
--Converted my previously immaculate room into the aftermath of a tornado, overnight
--Became addicted to the original Star Trek
--Refrained from seeing (nonexistant) friends or even exiting my room, which has acquired a stale scent and a light aura of despair
Sounds pretty good. It is now time to vegetate on my bed and eventually fall asleep, one hand resting on my laptop keyboard, the other clutching a miscellaneous food/drink item.
Like this, but less adorable.
On a side note, in my attempt to look for images with which to supplement this post, I discovered that “vegetating” is also something fingers and toes do when they grow fungus and want to scare you.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I guess that is that
Today my mom strutted about to show off her newly lost weight, then proceeded to tell me I smell like curry. I think she is getting cocky.
Is it stupid to be sad because I dont feel sad--at all? Or to suspect that to most of the few people I actually got a chance to meet before I left, the 2 minutes spent saying goodbye to me were a meaningless, obligatory footnote in an otherwise somber and significant day? I guess at the end of the year, when time is scarce and friends are prioritized, is when I realize that the people who actually have time for me are fewer and farther between than I would like to have thought.
Is it stupid to be sad because I dont feel sad--at all? Or to suspect that to most of the few people I actually got a chance to meet before I left, the 2 minutes spent saying goodbye to me were a meaningless, obligatory footnote in an otherwise somber and significant day? I guess at the end of the year, when time is scarce and friends are prioritized, is when I realize that the people who actually have time for me are fewer and farther between than I would like to have thought.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Dear person I dont know who is studying at my table
I apologize for slurping my milkshake, but it is delicious so I will have to continue. I would offer you some if I were more creepy.
Friday, May 8, 2009
La la la
Today I vegetated on top of the packing boxes that are now obscuring our living floor, watching the sun rise and contemplating how it was the second to last time I would ever be able to vegetate on my roommates’ boxes, until I was finally serenaded by a symphony of alarms telling me it was time to go to bed. And now I am going to bed. I am going to wake up obscenely late and bleary-eyed, and silently panic while puttering about uselessly for a few hours before going out at night and bragging about the all-nighter that I will intend to pull but will replace with the better alternative of passing out on the boxes again.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Please mock me
So I recently realized that the most effective way for me to learn something, and to really remember it, is to be mocked for doing it wrong. So, if I am doing something wrong and it would truly be to my benefit to change, please mock me.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
This packet of M&Ms
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Email from my dad
"AllState called to say crack is not covered by insurance."
I will pretend that this statement is not a result of being Indian and possessing shaky English, but rather a result of my family being much more dangerous/awesome than I previously suspected.
Just realized that my depression-inducing complete lack of email these last few days was a result of SEAS blocking my password and thus preventing messages from being forwarded to my Gmail. Good news for my fragile self-esteem and desperate need for love and attention, bad news for trying not to piss people off with unresponsiveness. Also, my mom, fed up with my lack of input on the proper date to return to school in the fall, went ahead and booked a date which may or may not be completely disastrous. Oops.
Also, I decided to invent a new punctuation. | | is what you will use when you want to insert a parenthetical statement within a parenthetical statement. (Because I am always wanting to do that. |Is this not cool.|)
Edit-- Realized I misused the word "therefore" in the second paragraph and changed it to "thus." Slightly ashamed.
I will pretend that this statement is not a result of being Indian and possessing shaky English, but rather a result of my family being much more dangerous/awesome than I previously suspected.
Just realized that my depression-inducing complete lack of email these last few days was a result of SEAS blocking my password and thus preventing messages from being forwarded to my Gmail. Good news for my fragile self-esteem and desperate need for love and attention, bad news for trying not to piss people off with unresponsiveness. Also, my mom, fed up with my lack of input on the proper date to return to school in the fall, went ahead and booked a date which may or may not be completely disastrous. Oops.
Also, I decided to invent a new punctuation. | | is what you will use when you want to insert a parenthetical statement within a parenthetical statement. (Because I am always wanting to do that. |Is this not cool.|)
Edit-- Realized I misused the word "therefore" in the second paragraph and changed it to "thus." Slightly ashamed.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Study center of the hour
Fisher Fine Arts Library, second floor with the carrels. Because it is warm, private, and mildly terrifying.
I am going to sleep
because I have spent the better part of the last three hours reading disturbing childrens books online and trying not to stare at the glorious plumbers crack of the guy sitting in front of me.
I need something with which to bop myself over the head until I become an efficient automaton of programming perfection.
Also, say hello to Mr. Alien Fish Man.
Note how his absence of junk does not prevent him from being damn sexy.
I need something with which to bop myself over the head until I become an efficient automaton of programming perfection.
Also, say hello to Mr. Alien Fish Man.
Note how his absence of junk does not prevent him from being damn sexy.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
My poor alien
Scott’s only words to me after working for over an hour with everybody else: “Your alien is handsome, but he has no genitals.”
A week left before our final crit, my project is nowhere near completion and has in fact not progressed at all for weeks, and apparently his greatest concern is my model’s lack of equipment.
A week left before our final crit, my project is nowhere near completion and has in fact not progressed at all for weeks, and apparently his greatest concern is my model’s lack of equipment.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
My mark in history
I was walking down the hallway in the art building when I noticed something eerily familiar in the Drawing 1 displays. It was my unfinished clay figure. Sometime during the several months I had left it neglected in the drawing room, someone decided to make it part of a still life. And it has now been immortalized in the charcoal drawings of numerous Drawing 1 students.
My life finally has meaning.
My life finally has meaning.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
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