artist of the day: liz magor

i've been really into these canadian women lately.  maybe because i am one of them.  or maybe just because they are the shit.  [ahahaha.  i have probably always wanted to say that.]

anyway, i made a brilliant discovery last night while flipping through an old show catalogue... i was looking at pictures of installed sculpture when suddenly i realized I KNOW THAT WORK and there you have it: pieces installed permanently in my very own lethy are also featured in the catalogue i was researching for my term paper.  kindof makes me feel awesome, i'm not gonna lie.

but not as awesome as buying my saag membership.  that was a special moment.

oh and then this man wants me to join his club maybe.  his CHRISTIAN club.  and be on the leadership team.  which is funny, kindof.  but i am seriously considering it, if only for reasons of comedy/humiliation/masochistic tendencies.

i have a really awful sense of humour, i think.

plus it snowed today, so there.  and i am out of milk.  and i am out of my mind.

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close, but kindof meatless,
like actors who play Jesus
in movies of the week.

- someone who's cool, odds

i just saw my daddy on the news.  every time that happens, i always exclaim really loudly over it, but there is never anyone around to hear.  my life is full of reruns.

yesterday my sister turned old.  every time that happens, i always feel like she's catching up, but she's not.  [my life is full of reruns.]

i think radiohead must be good for your health.  i just feel that way and i'm not sure why.

in other news, i have been highly productive lately.  if by lately you mean yesterday.  which i do.  i don't know how long i can keep it up though.  i can work hard and i can work long, but i find it very difficult to do both at once.  i'm not very multitaskular.

or muscular.

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artist of the day: emily carr

[she was a liar and a player, you know.  but don't tell the british columbians.]

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"you    don't          remember  "why   don't   you    remember   my     name?   off   with    his  head.   off  with  his  head  man.   why        won't        he  reme   mber   my   name?   "
        " "i   guess   he   does_  "

- paranoid android, radiohead

i'm ashamed of all my somethings.

- fully alive, flyleaf

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feeling weird.  going to watch capote.  not going to finish ed assignment.  i'm a bad student.

but actually no.  because i did school for nine hours today and that should be enough, even if it doesn't get me a four point ohhhhhhhh.

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i need a friend just chilling out on my couch.  so then i could go out and be like, "hey friend" and crack open some sodas or something.  and link arms.  i miss having people to link arms with, kinda.  but i'm embarrassed to ask anyone here.

whatever.

three.  more.  weeks.

christmas cabaret = beautiful

i dressed up like a girl and ate amazing food and looked at all the pretty people i know [and don't know] and smiled and drank caffeine and danced and jumped and sang really loud and strolled through the garden and wanted to go swimming and wore makeup and didn't sleep and was cold.  so that was probably amazing.

oh and they played twist and shout.  i love twist and shout.

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and now i'm listening to the dresden dolls and not being productive.

i should make cookies!

although, i must say that sometimes people under the influence just make life awkward.  and also that those people should leave me alone unless they are giving me candy or making me smile.  so there.

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i need to plan a language arts or math lesson, and i have no inspiration.  help!  [good thing i'm not going to be a teacher, yo.]

p.s. i just want to mention that melissa, brian and megan looked fantastic last night.  so sucks to be all the people who missed it.

so that is just about all.  i must go and live my life.  and love it.

byeeee!

one.  it's the christmas cab tomorrow, and i am way excited.

two.  don't you think it's funny how life seems to stay the same?  there must be some sort of illusion going on here, because nothing is actually like it was anymore.

three.  i am buying mascara.  mascary.  hahaha.

four.  i don't dance, except sometimes during commercials.

five.  the average cosmo reader kisses twenty-nine men before getting married.  isn't that something?

six.  my roommate wants me to go to a sports bar and watch the game.  so not happening.

seven.  i'm looking for a guy who is going to view me as a piece of meat.  [http://www.xxxchurch.com]

eight.  i'm in the mood for some body decoration.  anyone feel like getting pierced?

nine.  i should go get covered in sawdust.

ten.  lunar lime lipsmackers.

oh, fearful crying people,
the fool is by the river, watching but not swimming.
it takes energy not to get used to it
and fall into this place
where everything runs together and dies;
this quiet kingdom, she is now
and forever will she be
in silent celebration.

we deal in dreams.
we deal in dreams.
we deal in structures that grow cold in our hearts.

- we deal in dreams, live

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this feels like church to me.

things i have learned lately:

1) red bull tastes like rockets but gross.

2) red bull helps me finish art at any hour of the day or night.

3) red bull also makes me wake up less than two hours after going to bed and vomit disgustingly.  and not be able to sleep after that.

so now we know all about red bull.

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i am very lonely and bored.  i have been bumming around since noon trying to sleep and not eat.  and my bedroom looks like a studio exploded.  somebody should come visit me and i will try my best not to spread around any contagions, promise.

on a brighter note, i bought tickets for the christmas cab today.  so now the only thing standing between me and a fabulous night of formal attire and excellent eating is a little bit of time.  and maybe a few other things.

i am homesick for uhall.

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soft-spoken with a broken jaw
step outside but not to brawl
autumn's sweet, we call it fall
i'll make it to the moon if i have to crawl and
with the birds i'll share this lonely view

- scar tissue, red hot chili peppers

she fills my bed with gasoline.
you'd think i woulda noticed.

- santa monica, theory of a deadman

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i am frustrated by the limits of the internet.  isn't that funny?  but it's true.  i want to see all these images and i can't find them ANYWHERE.  boo.  i have the world at my fingertips and somehow i still manage to want what i can't have.

maybe the copy centre will work me a miracle.

in other news, i am developing a sickness, my roommate came home a day early, and amanda left this morning.  plus i am just not feeling very creative right now.  that's really bad you know.  it's kindof like when a surgeon doesn't really feel like cutting people up.  except less life-threatening.

oh and plus i need a digital camera.  why don't i have a digital camera?

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artists of the weekend:
karen dugas, jennifer dickson, the guerilla girls

artist of the day: david salle

i am drowning in a sea of [not] feminist discourse and art that isn't mine.  discouragement has a face and it was drawn in blind contour earlier this evening, looking depressed in my mirror and graphite-y in my sketchbook.

additionally, my roommate left her disgusting mess in the kitchen and went home for the weekend.  i am so bitter.

maybe i should be an art history major.  then i would get all the joys of looking and none of the pains of making.  although i would have the even more torturous pains of writing.  but then, it looks like i'll probably end up doing that anyway.

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i thought about the hours wasted
watching tv, drinking beer.
i thought about the things i thought about
until immobilized with fear,
and all the great ideas i had,
and how we just made fun
of those who had the guts to try and fail,
and then i ended up in jail.

- regrets, ben folds five

artist of the day: marcel duchamp

[that's all.]