8 posts tagged “water”
I took the weekend off sorta.
But I missed you.
The other night I had a dream that I met Kathleen Hanna (again) but this time she kept trying to give me her number. Well, she kept toying with the idea (and toying with me) of giving me her number. And it went on like that all evening.
We had gotten margaritas and Mexican food. (But I sorta wanna say that instead of a dinner table, we were just in a hot tub.)
Way tropical.
And then last night I had a dream that a couple of you IM'ed me on AIM, but I ignored you all because I was trying to fuck with something on the internet.
YOU, Ashley C., kept IM'ing me repeatedly with the question: "Hey, wanna play Photoshop?"
I don't know what that was supposed to mean.
But I was busy.
And the idea of playing Photoshop didn't sound very appealing to me.
I hate editing photos, too.
I look all scraggly and tired today:
That "Valie Export" is a shirt I made today using some fabric Ben J. gave me the other day.
I've gotten QUITE the collection of beer bottles in my little "room" at my apartment.
It's like the summer of 2006 revisited.
Here was the breakfast menu today:
I was interviewed twice today: one was filmed---gosh, I've been all stopped up lately, so I'm probably gonna sound all nasal---and the other was for some German newspaper (the German equivalent of the NY Times, I think).
Actually it wasn't just me---my pal Chanel (aka owner of the awesome shop Junk Prints) was interviewed, too, but separately.
And then the former president (I THINK that was his position---it was either that or CEO or owner or something) of BMG music stopped by the studio space. I'm not really sure why, but I think because Matt Stinchcomb, head of Etsy's marketing team, knows him. (Matt used to be in that band the French Kicks. I never listened to them, but other people I know did.)
I didn't meet that BMG guy, though. I was knitting.
Besides, I'm sure he and Rob had certain things to discuss.
Who knows.
It's all so random.
Today's been weird.
I think it's because I've been in the studio all day long.
But this is going to be my life from now on.
If I want Cubist Literature to work---if I want to work for MYSELF and not some job I hate---then it's going to take some long hours, some sacrifices, some serious dedication, some babies, some beer (I hope!), some felt, some recycled/vintage/thriftstore clothes, some...
I'll stop.
But I've been busy all day long.
I went home for about an hour and a half so that I can eat some Chef Boyardee and do a crossword puzzle.
I fuckin' love crossword puzzles, even if I can't ever finish them.
I REALLY love doing those puzzles with a friend.
(Lillian G. (aka Lazy Susan) and I did a couple on the subways when she was here. We finished them both. Holler.)
Okay, here's a photo list of the things I made today:
And I'd already listed this cuff in the shop, but I had more of the yarn left over, so I decided to knit a couple more.
I REALLY love that yarn so much. It's handspun, but I'm not sure by whom.
I unraveled the yarn from a hat that I got---not for me to wear, but the hat was just donated/given to me because the owner didn't want it anymore. I guess.
I'm really excited about these next six months.
I hope that I have what it takes to run some sort of legit/substantial/consistent business.
I'm really nervous about the sacrifices, though, of course.
I'm not looking forward to $1/day budgets for food.
I'm getting the impression that I'll need a partner.
So, I think I'm currently looking for one. I'd prefer another guy to work with. And who's good at sewing and knitting and being awesome and original.
I'm just thinking out loud.
I'll stop RIIIIIIGHT now.
Think like a fish.
"Okay. I'm wet. And I don't even know it."
By ourselves we are puny twigs.
"But together we form a mighty fagot."
Today after I finished knitting a short scarf, I didn't feel like ironing some shirts I needed to appliqué. So, I went digging through my other supplies to find something else to do.
I came across some fabrics my pal Jazzy Jeff (aka Crumbs.etsy.com) sent me awhile back.
And decided to make little pouches to keep junk in.
I made a few (each a different color), but here's one of them.
I can't get rid of this burning feeling in my throat.
"A shark can't stop swimming or it'll blow up."
So...
Since Friday I've been house sitting for my older sister and her fiance, who are in Miami for a week. I like this place. It's very cozy and clean. And they have a treadmill. And two HDTV's. (Nice televisions make me want to watch television. And they make me cozy.)
This area of town is in the process of gentrification. There are lots of attractive condos being built, but there are also lots of houses like this:
I mean, on one hand, there are those Bratmobile lyrics playing in my head: "I've got a story 'bout D.C. to tell and I don't think yr gonna like it very well. It's about boys and girls and the rich and the poor. But what if no one can afford to live here anymore?"
But on the other hand, I think I've always wanted to live in a condo. A nice one. I've always wanted to be one of those well-off attractive white people that stay up late and dress casually and who are smart and always have booze on hand and snack food they forget about and a big screen tv with a remote they aren't really sure how to use and who are likable and crap like that.
(Please don't judge me.)
I dunno.
I think I just want money. I've never had it. I'm a fan of it.
I'm always wanting something I can't have.
And I think I'm always wanting somebody else's lifestyle. Not that I try to do/act like those whose lifestyles I want... I guess I'm just sort of envious.
I come from a poor family. And the kids in elementary school used to make fun of my clothes.
What do you expect?
ALSO...
I'm feeling like the WORST e-seller on Earth.
This whole moving-from-my-two-bedroom-apartment-to-my-mother's-one-bedroom-apartment situation has really fucked me over. My sales aren't as frequent as they once were, and I have SO MANY ORDERS to mail out. I'm so behind. My inventory is still in storage. And I can't really drive there to go get it because I don't drive... And my mother (and every other fucking person) works all day long...
I can't concentrate when I'm living with somebody else.
It makes me insane and antsy and indecisive.
In the meantime, I spend most of my time making new things because I have to keep on making money so that I have some sort of income.
But then that makes me feel like a douche because I feel like I should be shipping out people's purchases instead.
Okay, honestly...
I don't know what I want.
And I don't know what I should do about anything.
Okay, honestly x2...
I wish I could quit school and move away. FAR.
I'm so exhausted.
I couldn't make it to my psychiatrist appointment this afternoon because I don't have any money to pay for it... =/
I had $35 a few days ago, but that was for my medication.
I didn't have enough to pay for some water while I was at Walgreen's, so I shoplifted it.
(I had a 20-30minute walk ahead of me... and it was really hot and humid here in Houston...)
Maybe one day when I have money I'll go back and give the $1.39 to Walgreen's.
Because I just feel guilty.
Shoplifting is not something I do anymore. It's unethical.
I need a person to take care of me.
I'm just not good with being practical.
Not at all.
I kept dreaming about zombies, much like those from "28 Days/Weeks Later". I can't tell you how many times I woke up, waking up with a gasp, sitting up in bed.
Actually, I kept replaying in my mind the opening scene from "28 Weeks Later":
(If you haven't seen this clip, watch it.)
I don't know why I do it to myself.
And I don't know why I am so fascinated with the idea of zombies.
If I had to list four things I'm hands down hella fascinated with, I'd say:
1. Zombies
2. Shipwrecks
3. Knitting/yarn
4. Dinosaurs (and other prehistoric and/or extinct creatures)
I had a lot more to say, but I got sidetracked watching lots of stuff on YouTube.
I just woke up. I'm watching "My Best Friend's Wedding" cuz it's on TBS.
The part when they're all having lunch and they all start singing "I Say a Little Prayer for You"... well, I don't know why, but I just started crying. I think it made me happy? Hell if I know.
But I like that part of the movie a lot. I don't know if I like the movie all that much, though.
I want a best friend. =/
In other news, I dyed my first skein of yarn the other day. I'm probably going to dye another skein today before I do my radio show. Did you know I have a radio show? It's on Saturday afternoons, 5-6PM. It's a spoken word show. I used to also do the Scordatura show, which features modern and contemporary composers (classical, jazz, avant-garde, etc.). I miss doing that show.
Anyways, if you ever want to hear the show (or just listen to the station since it's one of the better college radio stations in the country), you can go to:
http://ktru.org
http://bang.rice.edu
I forgot to write a blog about this:
The coolest and freakiest thing to do is watch weird undersea footage while listening to the Residents.
ENJOY!
These were made by one of the more talented artists on Etsy. She really does satisfy an aesthetic I look for in my mind.
