February 2010
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I love it when my apartment smells of cake.
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January 2010
170 posts
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Though my word search remains highly elusive (I more and more suspect it to be non-existent in the first place), I have procured a vast new array of terms, and further expanded my art criticism capabilities.
Not a total failure.
If I put into practice regularly “forgetting” a random word from each paragraph I write, I could have the vocabulary of Shakespeare and Socrates’ love...
Argh!
I hate it when I can’t think of a word I should know.
In talking about the below post, I was typing the sentence, “More than slightly ______”. I used the word ‘blatant’, but I know there is a better and I cannot for the life of me think of it. And Google is dropping the ball.
What is a word for art that is too obvious with its message, too blatant, very unsubtle?
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If Flash CS4 were a person, it would be a crack whore. With chlamydia.
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-1-24) →
Angel Taylor (167)
Sufjan Stevens (135)
Tyrone Wells (65)
Passion Pit (22)
Kings of Leon (20)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
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I’m pretty sure I was working in the studio with two white supremacists last night. It only made it more awkward when a black lady walked in and sat right next to them. Yay midwest!
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tagueurit:
colinoscopy:
tagueurit:
Why do I pick fights?
Because you’re a controlling bitch.
And you are a fagly whore.
Gasp. Fagly? OUCH.
tagueurit:
Why do I pick fights?
Because you’re a controlling bitch.
I tend to see my clothing addiction as more of a chronic lack of hangers problem.
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“All in all, the creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator...”
– Marcel Duchamp
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Nights don’t come any weirder than this.
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The lipstick doesn’t keep the pig alive. The guts do.
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I think my blatant hip hop reference has scared someone away.
I apologize. Next time I will control my urges to partake in pop culture humor.
99 followers but a bitch ain’t one.
(Actually, there’s probably a couple.)
(I hate myself for posting this.)
“We’ll each have to give up a kidney but what the heck. They are overrated.”
– Subsequent text from my mother
“2 regrets in my life: getting braces instead of going to paris & not going...”
– Text from my mother after discussing my trip to New York this summer. I have the best mom in the world.
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A couple summers ago I took some art classes to get caught up. 2 classes, 6 credits, 8 hours a day for 5 weeks. In Muncie, Indiana.
This summer I’m getting 9 credits in 3 weeks. In New York and at RISD. Going behind the scenes of the fashion industry and studying alongside the best graphic designers. Oh, and for significantly cheaper than a summer session here.
Mild improvement.
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