i spent a good amount of time last quarter scrubbing hydrolyzed fat

off of guinea fowl bones. now i'm embarking on a grueling
time consuming task of trying to label it's bones.
i finally have my own code to get into the osteo lab.
about time..!!!

CUTTLEFISH!
i watched him eat a small snail.
he slurped it up very slowly.
the snail was hanging onto the rock
unwanting to be swallowed alive.

i forgot to put flowers in my hair.

tallest trees. some dendrochronology occurred.

plants are up to something.
this place made me want my
little potted forget-me-not to start growing.
(you gotta start somewhere, right?)
my mom likes to wear orange shoes.

my dad told me my grandpa was
one of the top 500 doctors in china.
he was an herbologist, wrote books
& donated his collections to a museum.
i never knew that.

my dream job:
primatologist/archaeologist/botanist/rain forest ecologist/
ethnographer/ bookstore keeper/ museum curator/ bee keeper
who also has a successful etsy and sells illustrations/package designs.
i have plans to drive a forest green jeep
and have a golden retriever mix.

“There was a crazy-wisdom teacher in India named Saraha. He said that those who believe that everything is solid and real are stupid, like cattle, but that those who believe that everything is empty are even more stupid. Everything is changing all the time, and we keep wanting to pin it down, to fix it. So whenever you come up with a solid conclusion, let the rug be pulled out. You can pull out your own rug, and you can also let life pull it out for you.”

i'm sitting here chatting with

william bradford's great x7 granddaughter
before anthro(a child of colonialism).

my sister and i used to karoke to mulan.

i asked her what she was doing a few days ago.
"sleeping....on your bed" was her response.

i miss the little white devil.

petal project.

"i bring home a sprig of rosemary and show linda.
'look isn't it pretty?' then guess what she does.
she eats it. she takes a chomp
and eats it."

i picked a few stems of lavender outside our door today.
i crumbled the flowers into this sachet
and put it in my bedsheets.

i'm experiencing a cooking frenzy.
i made cream of broccoli soup.
i'm never buying canned soup again.

{winter quarter classes}
1) ethnographies in europe
(with a focus on marginalized eastern european communities)
2) public art
(with a focus on new genre public art)
3) intro to visual arts
(overview of contemporary art/issues)
4) physical anthro/archaeology lab cont. indep. study.
(bones. blood. birds/database boringness)
i like observing connectedness.
all my classes seem to be gravitating towards
the same reoccurring themes, ideas, concepts.

it reassures me that
"everything is connected.
and the point is to know it
and understand it."

fling yourself into the air.
may and i did at sunset.

why are we wasting our time doing things we don't enjoy.
regardless of it all, people should really just do what they want.

in the grand scheme of things,
life is too
short
precious
beautiful

to be unhappy.

let's feed the moon.

d.i.y. planters and pasta.
brianna's is the brain. mine is pinky. jill is a radish.

california dreamin'

on such a winter's day.

at 12:15 am, after i finished my anthro reading,

i remembered i had bought mushrooms on sunday
and needed to use them before they rotted.
so i cut up a bunch of random things and made
what i perceived to be stuffed mushrooms.

they bubbled in the oven.

after class, i wandered around the area behind the music center.

everything permeated in afternoon sunlight.
i couldn't soak it all in. it was too overwhelming

there is a war on water.
try not to buy bottled water.
(esp from nestle).

i recommend getting an electric kettle,
boiling water every night, letting it cool,
& filling your glass vile/stainless steel bottle in the morning.
(or a filter for the tap).