my sister and i went on a four hour walk through

the woods in "pogo-nee-kee" (pogonip).
we brought some snacks:
seaweed, potato chips, mocha marble trail mix,
& a mexican chili covered mango lollipop.

I am "tickled by the absurdity of it all."

fleeting ghosts & faithless translations.

i keep finding rotten vegetables in our fridge.
leaky, dripping, oozing, odorous
puddles of expired onions, spinach, cucumbers.

just wanted to wander the city.

walking down a path and slowly remembering
you've seen this road many times
and realize its where the white gate leads.

"we are living today in an ethical wilderness
-a wild, untamed, unpredictable landscape."

Odilon Redon
(April 20, 1840 - July 6, 1916)

"if they censor pictures I can just imagine what they do to the text"

amen to that.

abandoned carnival.

no clowns, no candy, no cars go.

so long, farewell.

have you ever watched a seagull try to hang

onto an empty cheeto bag, in a sad attempt to

fend off the other seagulls who bite

& harass him to the point where

he drops the bag into the ocean?

"stories have to be told or they die, and when they die,

we can't remember who we are or why we're here."

-s.m.kidd.

UC Summer Camp.

hmmmmm, it is may.

i went to the school farm again today. it's my new favorite place.

a pretty angry chicken.

quails go es a scamperi ng

at a strawberry justice festival.

i visited the school farm for the first time yesterday.
imagine the setting of the secret life of bees mixed
with pride and prejudice in afternoon lighting.

avocado groves, maine-looking houses,
cows, chickens, fields of salad.
how can there exist so much beauty in one place.

also,
"before you embark on a journey of revenge,
dig two graves"
~honest tea.

(confucius)

i am overwhelmed right now.

i must go. i will go. i am going.

XI'AN WORLD HORTICULTURAL EXPO.

behold, the first flower i've ever grown from a seed.

i've named her fleve(flower eve).

people could never be vegetables;
even artichokes have hearts.

"Jonathan Harris and Sep Kamvar actually want to listen to your feelings. Yours and those of the rest of the Internet, that is. In 2005 they wrote a program that would scour the blogs of the Web for sentences containing "I feel" or "I am feeling," every 10 minutes. The result is a gorgeous spattering of colorful interfaces to choose from, detailing cross-sections of global intimacy suited to the specs you wish to isolate."

CLICK HERE>> TO FEEL.

jill and i made
~*~CAKE POPS~*~

i woke up (rather late) and checked up on the plants this morning.

i rummaged through the leaves and noticed there
were all these premature little flower buds!

here is the rainbow coleus.
i have never once successfully planted something
and have it actually bloom flowers.
alas, i am no longer a black thumb.

s---e---w---i---n---g.
i love sewing. i've wanted to sew again for so long.
i turned in my midterm paper on china's one-child policy
after finishing it 9 minutes before class started.
(i defended it and & discussed how it has empowered urban women
& cleared up some misconceptions about it)

then i spent all afternoon sewing in a grassy crater.

she has a joey pocket(kangaroo inspired)
filled with lavender. marsupials are strange.
the fetus crawls out of the mother kangaroo's vagina
and into the pouch when it is only 2cm long.

sore throat. fever. light headedness.

computer crashed.

blue screen of death.

re-writing midterm paper.

-if all else fails, keep calm and carry on

(after some hysterical panicking of course)

i was too early for class today, so i

searched for this "chadwick garden"

that everyone always talks about.

i finally found it after wandering around

the merrill provost's backyard by accident.

there were bee boxes in the garden.

i stood on the slope and watched hundreds of

bees hovering in the air being swept into

warm wind currents. buzzing little particles

in wonderful afternoon sunshine.

imagine a garden that lies in a thick valley of redwoods.

it is pretty hidden, which is a good thing.

i clicked "next blog" and the internet god took me
to a random blog that belongs to a girl in indonesia
(home of the floresiensis).

i flipped through some pages and looked at pretty pictures.
then i saw a picture that packard
(ex public art teacher) drew.
what an eerily small world..

if all goes as planned/hoped,
i will be 2955 miles from antarctica
by this time next year.

happy easter!

we took highway 1, across rolling hills,
past davenport, bonny doon, half moon bay, etc
and went to san francisco.
school vans<3

beth got us into the mommoma for freeeee
with her membership. one of us pretended
we were annie sprinkle & got 4 more free tickets.

some calder.
some duchamp...!!!!

yerba buena:
an exhibit by a chinese artist. his mother
was depressed and acquired a hoarding habit
after the death of her husband. this is her collection.

afterwards, we went to a famous porn star's house
to cook a wondrous dinner after buying groceries.
a lovely cozy victorian house.

*~annie sprinkle is the first porn star with a phD.
she complimented my fish taco the first time i met her.
she is so sweet and nice. this is her study.

this is their kitchen & dog, bob.
(beth & annie are married)

beth had dinner with president obama last night

(she sang him a melody).
where's our change?

i cooked with quinoa for the first time!

"According to legend, Kunhã Patuguá is a woman who was discovered by a young Indian a thousand years ago, on the banks of the Black River in the Amazon. She appeared with a box instead of a head, lying on a moquentáua. This aroused the curiosity of the forest’s inhabitants who wanted to know who was the kunhã with a karamemuã instead of a head. They formed a line and, one by one, put their head inside the hole of the karamemuã. A monkey named Guariba said that the name of the Patuguá was “box”, and from then on she was called the Box Woman, the Kunhã Patuguá. Since that time, she has walked around the world deciphering enigmas for those who see her face and hear her voice. Her head is eternally covered and, to see her face and hear her voice, one should stick his head inside the box for no more than 50 seconds."

i wish they would stop destroying these places
to make room for "growth & development"

my grandma and i just invested in a duck in this picture.
there she is, in the front holding a red bag.

it was strangely cheap. (less than $2 US)
we went back home and made our own "beijing duck"
it was ...interesting. no one else wanted to try it.
my dad took a bite and asked
"what kind of...meat is this"
i thought it was good.

i went on a gondola ride with bill in dali, yunnan.
it was the 2nd sketchiest thing i've ever done.

when we got off, there were golden monkeys
and giant chinese chess board that you could walk on.

quality time.

BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHH
at least i have this ginger tea to sip on
HHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

so it is invisible?

-yes.