Too nice a day to read a novel set in England

Well it's rainy and feh out and I skipped class for no reason so i've been in bed
all day listening to NPR with my hood on like i was actually gonna go outside, which
I might soon...

but NPR was interviewing people in the suburbs about how much it must suck to live
in the burbs if you're trying to be green, and of course how much better the city is
for the environment, and how chicago is supposedly trying to be the greenest big city in america.

then we should have decent recycling, right? how come we have almost no
public recycling program, like the kind san francisco has (recycling thingys on top
of every trash can), and how come my school only just this month started installing
recycling bins in our buildings? Well I'm pretty shitty at this anyway, seeing
how much recycling I tend to generate in bottles and cans, and our building doesn't
have recycling (only a big dumpster) and I haven't even thought about doing anything
about that until now.



yup, threw all that away.

Step into my office, baby

I got really excited for earth hour so I ran around unplugging stuff and glaring at neighbors who still
had their lights on and i even turned out the lights on madison as she was putting on make up and she got pissed.
But there weren't any stars, as Nikkita was wondering. The chicago sky looked just as orange and empty as ever. I
miss the west...


Photo by pilgrims

p.s. that wass my back yard, like really, I could walk there in ten minutes.

The sound of settling.

What's with chicago this week? everyone I know is in a slump, myself included. ugh. The weather sucks, i know,
but spring is almost here. I'm broke but that doesn't normally get me down. I've got a gallery show coming
up and a couple readings, but that's not helping stay excited for school or writing.

Maybe a silly picture of me will help?


Anyway, tonight's earth night or something and the hippies are making us turn off the lights which is actually
really awesome, I can't wait to see the skyline dark and maybe even stars! I miss stars.

Don't Fool Yourself

This hip new "restaurant" opens sometime around april first, but you'll
never get to eat there... as the Reader says, don't fool yourself.

So very cold in the mansion after sunset.

"I guess I'm not very human. All I really want to do is paint light on the side of a house." -Edward Hopper



I've fallen in love with the Hopper show at the AIC. There’s something about the way he painted simple scenes; he captured an emotion I can’t put into words, which is exactly what painting should be- a medium to express all those emotions beyond words.

Hopper was "a master whose poetry was light and paint."

Slate has a good photo essay, but the work needs to be seen in person- the crux of Hopper is so subtle that photography seems to fail it.

Hair: Debatable

Now-

Once-

in between-



Time for a cut? Or go for long-haired glory?

Jayme and Nelson were the best hosts ever jayme bought us beer and dinner and drove us
EVERYWHERE in all of california i'm pretty sure.




San Francisco's winos are hard core. And believe in pyramid power.


Kiki really isn't this fat. the internet adds ten cat pounds.


Nelson draws just about all the time, it was awesome to see someone not so jaded about art n stuff











whats up with the bay area and all the crack heads?


Jayme demanded that we paint something on the walls before we left. I was trying to
get katherine to paint something since she's the painter between the two of us, but
they tricked me and got me drunk and handed me paint so this is what they have in
their kitchen:

A How-To Book

Back from San Jose/San Francisco. Really awesome trip; more on that later. The camera
I rented from school broke, so no pictures for now (soon), and I took the thing back
today and told the media center boss that I'd pay for repairs and he still felt the
need to scold me and call me a liar. Why do middle-aged balding men with fucked up
teeth and a menial job at college have to be so bitter?

In better news, America's best brew pub will soon be bottling their beer, saving me
from the impossible trip to the burbs. The bottles look goddamn great:

As for other things white people like, hulu.com has every episode of Arrested Development.
I think I'm gonna fire up a fresh batch of hot ham water immediately.

Travel is Dangerous

We decided to go to evan's house between loads of laundry, so when we finally got around to packing for california at two in the morning we were pretty up to the task.

evan and his compensatory camera:

Wii tennis makes me feel like arthur fuckin ashe. this is wii baseball though, which I
suck at.




in our front yard:



Scott misses spooning me. We used to be roommates, so naturally we did this every night:


And one final gem...

So here's the one and only thing you learn in art school- if you have something,
anything; you can make it better by juxtaposing it.



Like these two videos I took on the blue line yesterday and today. Pretty neat eh?
just put two things next to each other and make sure to use the word juxtapose.




Tomorrow Katherine and I leave for san francisco on our 'spring break' which is only
four days long counting saturday and sunday. feh. when I was a student at CU they
implemented fall break in late october to lower the school's suicide rate.




We're gonna see Explosions in the Sky at the American Music Hall, then we're going to
find out just how many cigarettes it takes to have an asthma attack hiking with our
pals Jayme and Nelson. wheeeeeeeee.

This guy was holding a 'homeless' sign and shaking a cup on michigan ave
while wearing a northface-esque jacket, sitting on a Chrome messenger bag,
and sporting some vaguely hip black rimmed glasses. Now I'm not saying the
guy wasn't homeless, but come on, that fancy Chrome messenger
bag has gotta be worth a month's rent in some parts of the country.



One perk of not being homeless is getting to play with this Analog Synth. I'm
working on a late 80s video game soundtrack as we speak.

And finally, stephanie gave me shit for posting a bad picture of her, so here's
a bad one of me. Note the tricked out collar.

Stupid holiday if you're a drunk anyway

St. Patrick's day is dumb. He wasn't even irish, he was a british religious nut who drove the snakes (read: pagans) out of ireland.

Danny Boy is a great song. To slit your wrists to.

Do we really need an excuse to drink on a monday? It's monday. It's already the best weekday for drinking. except for tuesday.


green beer. three parts Old Style one part cancer.

We went to the two-way. we stood around.

don't make fun of my shoes.



Stephanie got eloquent.