no monet for degas to make the van gogh.

"your fish taco looks good."

you meet someone famous
and all they say to you is that.

cat puke. we cleaned up a lot of it.

sometimes

i'd hide but i'd just find myself anyways.

the mountains looked like a dream today.

et autres aromes naturels.

i am surprised we got a job over break.
the owners were so nice & put a box of chocolates
on the table for us.

we got recommended by 2 previous employers
on the listserv. i am so flattered.

sweetie.

she watched the nutcracker narrated by a child.

savannah shook and a clump of hair fell to the floor.

alas! sunshine.

this was a beautiful tree.

"for you!" :) tanks nellie. :))))

disregard all directions i tend to give in the car.
(i am wrong 100% of the time).

i found a lovely red scarf
lying on the street outside south coast plaza.
it must be santa's way of gift giving this year.

third uncle thought we would enjoy a
chinese pop concert, so he got us tickets.

everyone waves these lighted blue sticks
during concerts and disposes them a few hours later.

i dug several out of the trashcan, sliced the foam away,
folded a bunch of newspaper cones
& wrapped them around the LED lights.
gma was so pleased i made her a chandelier.
they reminded me of jellyfish.
after seeing an aboriginal art exhibit at the NAMOC,

i was inspired to find pebbles on the street, purchase acrylic paint,
and use gma's toothpicks to dip and dot.

"wait, after all this time,
you were training to be a spy?"

"what did you think i was
doing all these years?
"this explains alot."

turn off all the lights, crawl in your bed

with your computer and watch this:

DESCENDANTS

i walked home from work today.
i noticed some things that i never
really stopped to look at before.
it was refreshing.

two hours later...
i watched tv, drank lotus tea,
and pet savannah.
she put her paw on my arm & smiled.

i spy a dead anteater.

half light II(no celebration)

i made this for my mom as a christmas present,
but i couldn't wait & already gave it to her.
it's a smiling candle-lamptern.

quoted from ...facebook:
"stupid rain"
"SERIOUSLY IT HAS TO GO AWAY!!!!!!"
"i effing hate the rain"

everyone is angry.
but this place needs some life.
think of the thirsty embryophyta.

i frantically tried to shake praying mantises
(who partake in sexual cannibalism btw) off my arm to record this:

i pushed a prickly pear off a cactus
with a stick, into a jar, brought it home,
poured it onto the kitchen counter,
scrapped off all the prickles with a butter knife,
then ate it.

if,
then,
this would be it.

put a lid on all that noise.

it's like a dream.

subjective humans trying to create objective science.
DO question everything.
look at the mundane and see something more.

if art isn't fun, then something's wrong.
everything is connected.
the point is to know it and understand it.

don't doubt yourself. jump into it.
draw the human body as if it's the first time
you've ever seen someone naked.

sanitation in an anatomy lab is very important.
bird juices in your eye? rinse it out for 15 minutes straight.

now i'll take these bits of things to think
about and carry onwards.
thank you andrew/micha, beth/elaine, paul, and richard!

imagine if we put all the knowledge
(right, wrong, biased, false, partial, situated, or just plain stupid)
that ever existed into one body.
i'd like to have a conversation with this monster.

i just tried to rip off my clip-on earring.

then i realized it wasn't a clip on.
ahh.

chelsea is going to be on the lookout for "pepe soup" for me
(traditional west & central african soup,
made with hot chili pepper and meat
-gorilla meat)

they found a 2,400 year old soup
from my home province, shaanxi.
talk about leftoverz...

here are some artifacts my dad found in our family's abandoned
village in the shenmu mountains a few summers ago.

if adele says there's a hometown glory in all this
then this must be it or at least part of it.

they are all sweet.
then i wake up.
they become mocking.

; ; ; ; ; ; ;

> > > > happy birthday leah! < < < <
^^^^^^^^^
~~~~~~~
( ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( )

this place hasn't changed for the most part.
free spirits' tires leak air.

do not pet this.

i conducted a little archaeological dig and found
bones from many specimens.
i piled them all on a napkin,
put it in my purse and biked home.

today was an... interesting day.

"strange ingrown nails,

posed as parents, licking eyeball"
ink, watercolor pencil, saliva, blurs.

astronomicburstsofcolorappeal to me i shouldthinkaboutthemmore.

"Piccinini has brought a cake she sculpted and baked herself. She wanted to incorporate her artistic style into it: a flesh colored fondant cake in the shape of the stem cells she created in Still Life with Stem Cells(2006). Louise is delighted and cuts herself a slice. Calder has brought a platter of assorted cheeses cut into geometric shapes: cubes, pyramids, and spheres. He includes toothpicks and string so everyone can create their own edible mobiles. Although Bourgeois did not like his artworks, she reluctantly builds a sculpture by piling spheres of cheese to create a male reproductive organ which she then microwaves to give it the “quivering and oozing” quality her works are infamously known for"

"it is not made of mud and
cannot dream of returning to dust.

our best machines are made of sunshine"
-d. haraway.

a middle-aged german couple at the train station.
germanwordsichenbedaschtvonnegutdagundel
*some pointing towards my book and me*
"hey you look like kurt vonnegut"
"look she's reading his book"
"no one reads
anymore
these
days"

a filipino lady who was pushed in a wheelchair.
she was fond of pepperidge farm cookies.
"we filipinos like to stick together
and help each other out"
"this is why i am
giving you
this book"

an exotic looking french girl at the airport.
gray cat eyes;; she was going home
back to the quiche-land and
had no use for it anymore.
she gave me a gift.
merci
!

i am entertained by my octuplets.
let us all work collectively to finish this
goddamn bush meat paper.

oysters in new zealand are dying from herpes.

chelsea is going to ghana next month.
i want to go too to be on the lookout for bush meat.
today's her 21st birthday.
~happy birthday~

bloom and grow.

"water is still scooped from glassy streams
and drunk pure from curled leaf cups,
where Pygmies still scamper up treetops to
savor the golden delight of raw honeycomb"

snot tissues

are an issue.
(mary's)been hissing alot.
she has two ^cats^
"kitty" and "legs"(tails).

quadette's den

jill slaving away.

this is one of the most whimsical things i have ever seen.

"you don't even need to go on facebook.
you can just look at his face"-paul.
today was open studios.
studios were open for public gawking.

i just found out this is jeff wang's piece!

bianca and i assembled this :-)

prey.

our classroom.

no meow to this.

"an anthropomorphic eight-year-old brown aardvark who lives in the fictional town of elwood city... he has several friends who come from various ethnic and socioeconomic backgrounds, and he also occasionally meets with members of his extended family as well"

in my lungs
in my lungs
in my lungs.

i may be pulling my first all nighter!

i feel rather calm and not sleepy.

it must be that sipping chocolate.

i realized i've written most of my papers
for environmental anthro on animals:

1)the disappearance of indian bees: land capacity,
subsistence methods, degradation & technology.

2)the salmon hatchery controversy: dueling scientists,
sociocultural, political, and institutional factors that
go into the making of a scientific claim.

3) the bush meat trade: environmental crisis/economic commodity,
feminist theory of situated knowledge, discourses,
risk, political ecology, gorilla soup.

!@*@(*w00o0ords&#$!! $#^
also, whatever you do, do not googleimage
"bush meat"
.....

"you look like you just ran through a time machine"
some endorphins were released by my running
around the track in my 80's jogging outfit.

mary told me about sleeping in a hut in costa rica
listening to howler monkeys.

the city lights were pulsating twinkles.
*~*~*