how am i supposed to do this? I am of a sense, a failed artist- I dropped out of art school and worked in a cafe, classic. now Im back here and this is what they tell me biology is these days "the chemistry of the origins of life was most likely dependent upon a gradient of conditions (c) dc, as a function of time (t) dt, beginning with hot ( Read more... )

So, Im sitting at college, staring at my very blank walls, not wanting to take al the junk on my home walls off (cause I just painted them and they look pretty). So then I put all MY art up on the walls, and while thats great an all, better than nothing, its a little lopsided. do any of you want an excuse to make art (which will then get put up ( Read more... )

heres the deal: i need boston to have an art scene (in the week and a half i am still here) that is independent from its music scene. to this end- tuesday in my basement in central square there will be an art show. bring art. make art. have fun. no beer though, cause its still my moms place. all this starts at 6pm ( Read more... )

i am in an incredibly good mood. I gave notice a few days ago, and it feels so good to know that I wont be in this chaotic mess of a switcharound for much longer. im going travelling with two guys. one big and one just dirty. as long as I keep my wits about me it should be awesome. george comes home today from a short stint in NJ- also awesome ( Read more... )

bouncing off walls and internal organs.
little kid tatoo left on arm and everyone wants to know if its real. mother blanched at sight. kids here at work curious- "oh is that...?" "no" wink.
soon though, there will be a real one stuck on my leg. which leads to the dillema- buy new music this month or save for tatooage?
-d

every once in a while i get to thinking thaty mother is sane and normal, and could possibly just relax and let me do things a little differently than her. and then something happens, and always in twos and threes. i honestly think she wants me to be just as paranoid and inhibited as she is. then again, she doesnt see it as paranoia, just worry- ( Read more... )

the last few days have been full of leggings and knit berets. when the breakfast club came on last night, it was just time for me to go to bed.

agh!! real computers!!!

(the cell phone is on silent and the internet has been broken and the watch has been off my wrist) I guess even though theres no difference between winter and summer for me, schedule-wise, psychologically Im still making some transition.

bike = the fucking awesomest thing EVER! All those hill by Sam's moms house that used to beat the hell out of me- no problemo! incredible! its an old-ish but not too old, rebuilt bianchi from downtown. so used to the old crappy brakes (those of you who have seen or tried to ride my now old bike know what Im talking about) that the first time I ( Read more... )

i cought a glimpse of the round room when i was living across the hall, when there were still kids there & the place was a mess. from the outside the round room was there, but seemingly smaller, i had given it some, but never much notice. now it is a room with a floor covered in trinkets- end tables, weird sculpture, odds & ends i have found, the ( Read more... )