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totally awesome partray, good times had, jokes made, haughty laughs experienced. running on no sleep and good times right now. went shopping with paula, was in the best mode eva, the kind when you,re absolutely keyed in and everyone feeds off the energy, we ran into some of the most fucking helpful people working at stores i have ever met. just good to know there out there. got a shirt at barneys in the kids section and it totally fits, ya trick. also im teaching myself how to make animated gifs so i got that going for me too.

STOP IT:

rain

painting from dummies

how i learned not to be an artist

all i want for christmass

jasper johns "Decoy"

sup slobberknockers

so jury duty blows drilldoes hard. just another reaffirmation that any kind of positive expatiation will just cum in your face wen you tell it you dont want to suck its dick anymore. yeah all human cattle love rachel ray at 8:45 in the morning. oh its my civic duty to drink coke products, Go America! offer me something not just what is to be expected, there is no pride in anything in the modern world. where's the fucking culture! oh that? you want culture? thats much less money to get but its not the lowest common denominator so we cant show it any more. youre going to have realize that it exists on your own then seek it out constantly, and we'll be sure to follow you where ever you find it so that we can make it for cheep and feed it to grey mush masses that occupy the middle who came from it but cant remember. and so continues the upward spiral to the bottom of the significance heap.

idea for art: get a job to raise money, when enough money is acquired, buy baby lamb, raise it till strong and grown, bring it outside into the open air, pummel it with my bare hands into tiny pieces, pound the quivering remnants of its mussels into the stained earth, continue to clobber cracked wet lamb bones until the distinction between earth, lamb blood, and own blood is undecipherable, then have wine and cheese party on same spot. get grant and do abstract paintings about the crisis in darfur to raise awareness.

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current things

how do you measure a year?

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no fucking photobooth photos dur

never ever

i can't possibly ever get tired of riding the bike around philly at quarter to four in the morning. there is nothing quite like crossing eight lanes of dead-still red lights with no hand and not a feeling at all of the hundred of cars that will clog the streets in just a few hours or the ones that freshly scurried away.
going through the heart of center city the wrong way on the smoothest streets i've ever felt, no i'll never get tired of it. in the humid lukewarm early summer air that fills you and sticks to you no matter how fast you're moving. its a ghost town, nobody is awake makes you think you're the only one around, nothing to think about but whats around on a sunday night. wholly consumed with pedaling and seeing.

CAUTION: i give saic a bad rep

totally fucking awesome night went to party in soufilly with dennis angela and paula dean. had beer and good times talked awkwardly to people and less awkwardly to others. once again, low expetations and a pretty good time equal a great time. went back to angelas chilled with paula and angie j bers after elmo stoped yelling at us we took our pants off and stared watching bratz the movie, while i told glory stories to paula about my first year experiences. angela got progressivly madder at me because she's heard em' all before and i don't shut the fuck up ever. however, i dont give a shit. then ed newton showed up and that was cool, cool guy ed newton. we sat around watching she's all that and discussed muzak and such some. it seems im a huge pretentious asshole, i am aware many people think that already but im not sure why, perhaps because im really up my own ass, but i enjoy my life and like sharing stories.
anywhos i left and got home around three thirty. then woke up at 8:45 and bike to tex's house in east falls a five mile bike ride with a massive hill at the end. showed up at 9:30 and was panting like wimp, then me tex and sam had waffles and we departed to mt. airy and other north west phila locales to find yard sales. we fould around seven and didn't find much. i bout one thing and am so fucking pumped about, its a 8mm camera from 1960 for $2. then we went back to tex's and did some filming while driving with sam's brother's hd camera for tex and sam's home made virtual reality treadmill.

had a good night last night last night. went on an adventure with angela dennis and eric in den's car. went to pen treaty park and then toward den's house got cheesesteaks and then went to angela's to go pee. went all the way out to the burbs (north west burbs) to dannys house to somoke on his roof, looked at stars while friends got light headed. played life and came in second, always the case. drove back to sid myers civ. and broke 100 on the way back also denni's did this really great trick where its really dark out so he turned the lights off and we couldn't see a thing. really good trick everyone enjoyed that one. went to burger king went to macdonalds went to more of the same and they were closed, the only place that could feed angelas not getting out of the car but getting food addiction was the verry lovely Tywlando Frowanda Jackson working the graveyard shift at dunkin doughnuts. took angela home took me home and went to bed around four.
all in all a splendid night tons of driving in circels and screaming out street signs according to the size of the type face, what a rush. also almost peed my pants when we used ( ) thing for deaf people to call their friends, its like you im this place and they call your friend for free and a laive person tells them what youre typing and they type what your friend says to you, very weird but you just get them to say silly stuff and it was quite funny.

while laying in bed half asleep i had a wonderful dream where i was walking down a street in a sort of unfamiliar but very nice neighborhood, and saw some people sitting around at a tabel in somebodies backyard through a wroght iron door/ fence. one of the people recogonized me and invitd me in, it was a really nice garden party on kind of a cloudy day. i was kind of aprehensive because i didn't know the person that well and i didn't think i was going to know anybody there. someone came out of the house and handed me a cup and i realized everyone was casually drinking and it seemed like a really nice scene. i went inside and saw a lot of people mostly from saic who i sort of knew but really want to get to know better, i cant remember many of them and i dont know all their names, but kathy and preston were there and so was oliver and i think siera and maybe pablo.
i sort of woke up to what seemed like either someone or a bird on my roof, perhaps a tree in the breeze pushing against the window, it didn't bother me at all and wanted to see more of the party, but i got up thinking that thats all i really needed to see, was going to have good time getting to know people better there for sure.
its 8:48 now and i think i might go apply to blick today but first im going to have a bowl of cereal and finish watching life of brian. im going to slow down for a while maybe just today but who knows.

thought for the day: if you're a truly good person and just palain honest, people think you're crazy or a total asshole.

went to the art museum today, saw all the Duchamps they had to offer and was glad to finally see the big glass and remember it. while i was siting in front of it i was surprised at how many fucking people are not just ignorant to art in an art museum but how fucking rude they are. just douche bag after douche bag walking by and just about yelling to their friends why paintings of stripes are fucking retarded. why would you bother going into the modern and contemporary wing if you hate everything that doesn't look like some thing else. im really not upset at these people, it just seems like there is a mass public tendency to shun modern art for whatever reason.
perhaps there just uneducated and im so fucking smart because i can appreciate it and pay out of my ass to hear old white guys tell me how this kind of stuff "thinks".
butt fuck that it doesn't take a college education to know that you think something looks cool, because it cost you money to get into the building everything should be spoon fed to you? if you think so go fucking look at all the detail in nineteenth century decorative arts faggot.

i want things that challenge me and pay off at the end or at least get me to question things, think i might go to the art museum next time with plaid shorts and the collar on my holister polo popped with out ever taking off my sunglasses and i tell the dumb bitch hanging on my arm that she could fucking paint that ellsworth kelly im standing in front of.

does contemporary art need to keep in mind that idiots are going to be idiots in front of it, should i start making things with built in fail safes, jets all just turn the other cheek to the massive majority, they dont matter because they dont get it. the answer is stop making pretentious art, it doesn't need to be high minded make it accessible to the every man, then what do the artists look at, everybody knows art about art is just so alienating. then the artists just have to be everymen then. all equal and nobody feels left out right?
no not everyone is equal, some people have passion in what they do, strange right? yeah in every field there are people who give a shit, i don't know much about economics but I'm sure somebody has big ideas about it and that's great. whats different about art is that there is no goal, there is no way to gauge art. trends change every couple of years and whenever you decide its too weird or not right your tastes are passe and your too fucking old so go away. its an endless sea of confusion with a few steam engines happily sailing in circles with tons of rich white people on board having cheese and wine while jeff coons jerks off in the engine room. then there are countless people on outboards going straight ahead full of grit and screaming as loud as they can to their goal, however the horizon is fixed. there are also critics in hot air balloons looking down at the scene before them and telling people all about it however they are to high up to hear fully hear the screams . and now matter how hard they try they cant see all the people in the endless sea there are just oo many people. and when artists die their vessels do not go away, they remain afloat until somebody sinks them and they are forgotten for the time being. there dangerous waters to traverse but i aint got shit else to do but sail.