SPRUNGed

I friends. Just got home from a school party... as in a party at school. It was in the visual arts building though so I would have to say that it should count more as an anarchist art party. I was able to hide my gum boots in the corner of one room and my backpack and sweater in the giant tent made out of blankets in this other room.
Let me start from skratch here. I went to this meeting for the New Yorkies this afternoon and one of the girls who went with us was in charge of setting up the display for SPRUNG the annual fine arts showcase that actually doesn't stand for anything. Anyway this girl in my Bollywood class (also happens to come from a wealthy family, Surprise!) leant me 5$ so that I could make the entry fee and we entered a whole new realm of crazy. Imagine every remotely strange person you see on a daily basis/ around town and on campus. Imagine them dancing crazily to funk music in a dim room while the more sober half of the crowd makes collages and glues them to one greater collage. Now imagine a cash bar in a corner and a room with black paper and glow in the dark paint. It was basically the kind of thing kids from Pville would do if they had funds and motivations and came from families that would pay for their educations.
I felt like an asshole for not wearing anything more special than a hoodie and jeans. I started a drumming sesh in the tent with a man who was not wearing shoes. I got tipsy off one beer and am still a little buzzed. I am definetly going back next year.

I'm in liking with the kid @ 0:55, the smile gets to me.

A change would do you good

Well, hey. I believe that the Google search engine is a wonderful thing. I just ran a search for "How to dress...(a wound on a dog's leg)" and Google suggested "How to dress...like a hipster". Closely followed by "How to dress...like Ke$ha". Why on earth...? And who are the people looking this stuff up?

I'm resting up after work and contemplating heading downstairs to cut up some peppers to snack on. My landlady threw a dinner party tonight and halfway through I could hear her screaming at someone. Actually screaming. I think the side that I suspected she possessed came to the surface at last. Two more months, man.

I went to work yesterday complaining of sore feet due to excessive heel-wearing, and one of my co-workers gave me a free pair of super-comfortable sneakers and a lift to Jossy's place afterwards because she was worried about me walking. How awesome is that? I also ended up taking some of last night's pizza with me to work, and everyone admired the homemade crust. Yum yum yum.

Recently attempted watching an episode of Jersey Shore. Made it 5 minutes and felt my IQ drop about 20 points.

Lost

Just thinking about the dinner last night. Two things my father does every time we go to a restaurant is 1) ask us repeatedly if we are sure we just want water, what about a lemonade (this time I am glad he convinced me into Dubonnet) and 2) argues with the other patriarch (if there is one) that he should pay more of the bill. It's like family tradition now.
I am on my third coffee of the day so will probably be up all night, especially if I don't get exercise, which looks to be about the case now. I bought a new adapter over ebay for $1.25. If it works properly I will be deeply impressed.

Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock

Wow thanks Miles, not sure how you know these things.

Went out for a day long fantasy tour of the lives of the wealthy. My aunt and uncle are moving to Victoria soon and they bought this house on the hill overlooking the ocean. One-It's massive Two-It's one hundred years old Three- the entire place was spotless. And my uncles brother/cousin or something has an equally daunting, equally old house with paintings on the wall by people I actually know on friendly speaking basis- which was weird for me. And to top the evening off we went to this swanky Italian restaurant (butternut squash canneloni with shitakes and creme fraiche) with real candle chandeliers and waitresses that actually ran. Have you ever had a Dubonnet? It's red winey type thing with sparkling water, but fruity tasting. Delish. Plus I got my bro onto Hoegaarden beer. The Belgians just know what they are doing when it comes to getting drunk the tasty way.

Any old How. My AC adapter on this laptop keeps rejecting outlets. I bid a dollar for one on ebay, I hope they don't make me bid more, I want to go out for waffles tomorrow

bagels with yogurt bitches!

On the Fast Track Cull-de-Sac

So I have a quick funny story from my day: today I lent this girl in the Mac Cafe $0.25 to put milk and sugar in her coffee- because apparently now it costs money. The manager there is a cross between Albrecht Durer (the perfectionist) and Hitler (the Nazi)--> side note: wouldn't it be unfortunate to have the last name Hitler? Like as a distant confused descendant of the Man?

Anyway this guy was like "I usually turn a blind eye, but..."

And I was like "Here."

And She was like "oh thanks so much, maybe I will see you around on campus or something...."

And so this evening I was in core yoga (big mistake, my legs are still feeling it) and while trying to keep my balance while simultaneously squatting, stretching and falling sideways I glanced in the mirror and there is the girl, in the back of the class, perfect form. And later she hands me the mat cleaner without a second glance, making real brief eye contact. Funny how I remember her but she doesn't remember me, and here I was feeling all proud and good about my money sharing.

I miss cake.

I wanted to bitch about how minimalist ideas are sometimes contracdictory. I wanted to talk about how the sky tonight is such a light color of any sky colors the night time can bring to the table.

But I won't, I'm too 'laxed to write anything long and thought provoke. My fingers are dry and stiff as I'm writing this.

The Kids Just Want to be Left on the Outside

Hey. I've got a bit of a two day headache going down. Not complaining or anything though, I'm still basking in the after glow of the trip. Plus a friend in class today said she could almost certainly get me a job at the Maltwood art gallery on campus for the summer. This would only be about ten bucks an hour putting radio-tags (I think that's what they are called) onto archive materials but can you imagine? One of the reasons I was iffy about staying in Vic was that I would probably not be able to get a job that would contribute to my future career. TADAA!

Anyways been trying to make a playlist for my group of seven- the ones that went to New York- someone had a bright idea that we should all exchange music, which is cool but expensive if it involves burning 6 seperate cds. I'mma have to go to the bookstore and pick up some blank discs.

Also realized about 30 minutes ago that the paper I have to write for my film class is required to be WAY more involved than I was planning on making it. We're talking 4 print sources, at least. How in tarnation am I supposed to find ANY sources on Bollywood film in our white bread university library...hmmmm?

Anecdote: this girl stood up in front of our Emily Carr class today and starts talking about this SexPositive magazine that she and her friend were starting up, which is cool and all, but I honestly have nothing to add in- I need to work on my sexploits. Anyway at the end of her spiel she mentions a contest to determine the name of the magazine and my prof (who is probably in her mid sixies, tiny and so so smiley all of the time, with shaky hands and an old fashioned attitude, I thought) makes this sweeping motion with her hand and goes: "Was Emily Carr a virgin?" and then quieter, "let's hope not." I have to admit that I cackled. The girl in front of me laughed until she cried, seriously. Please do not make me visualize this cutesy old woman doing the nasty- you can call me immature all you like.

The picture at the top was taken in the Metropolitan Museum- right next to Northwest Indigenous art section, this uberwhite boy in our group claimed to be an expert Kwakwaka-wakh carver, surprinsing the rest of us. You never know with people eh? Life has taught me this.

Still Life with Baby Sized Blisters.

well I'm back. With an new found appreciation for Kandinski and Franz Mark, and the discovery of Balthus and Egon Shiele... and a new found taste for Klimt's semi-pornographic pencil sketches. And a suitcase full of art books. New York changed me man, and it's all down to the commentary of a certain anarchist-pacifist professor and his shared wisdom. That is definetly a place that I will visit often, money at this point has become a side note. I need to see art, even it requires pan handling on the subway on the way to the Met. Funny:people often lump New York with Paris as far as atmosphere and content. I could agree less. The people of Paris are actually cold and unfriendly, while in New York this is a myth. The only rude guy we saw was clearly nuts and sketching rappers in his giant notebook on the subway.

I have no idea how I am going to write a paper about local history at this point. I want to be a part of it, New York, New York