the symbiotic relationship of man and robot-wand
i haven't written since i got all of my hairs cut 3 weeks ago, but let me tell you right now. so much has happened since then! WHERE SHALL I START?
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the haircut is still looking foxy. i've been told it is the best haircut i've ever had. yeah.
woo.
growing out nicely.
yes.
i don't think posed awkwardness comes across as well in writing. over the computer you have no idea that i just started crying and wet myself in shame. robots will never replace humans for just that reason. shame piss.
speaking of robots.
dan was here for a week and we had wonderful adventures. we saw a man who spoke with the assistance of a robot. or perhaps it was a robotic wand that spoke through a mere human shell. maybe the body was meant to put us at ease as the robot stick scanned our neural activity. i know my neural activity was focused on buying a frozen pizza at the time, but i can't speak for dan. he was probably thinking about the a priori knowledge of the frozen pizza.
we had the worst beer that has ever passed either of our lips. we were in agreement. THE WORST. and we have both imbibed camo. it was at a supposed micro brewery downtown. i didn't want to go as i had heard things, but dan can be persuasive. we taste tested two beers, one of which tasted exactly like nasty cherry cough syrup. we didn't finish the samples. FREE beer and we didn't drink it. so dan orders a pint of hefeweizen, on the assumption that they couldn't possibly fuck up three different beers.
oh, how they did!
dan penned it best when he said it tasted like bile you might vomit after drinking a beer. that was so dead on i could not help him drink it any longer. WORST BREWERY EVER. i think i could pee in a bucket, throw in some hops, leave it under my bed for a few months and come up with a better microbrew than that foul swill.
those are the two antedotes i will share. it was a great week.
and i must admit i am happy to know he has a home to go home to. i really thought it would all be swept away, stolen, or thick with mold and attaining conciousness. it is great to know he owns things. it definitely makes me reconsider my own attachment to physical things, specifically my belongings. it makes me want to get rid of a bunch of clothes and crap and not have so much. i will donate garbage bags full of my clothes to charity.
speaking of charity.
i got an email from my alma mater. they are hosting A Cabaret for Hurricane Relief entitled "Songs from the Heart - Songs of Hope". a cabaret for relief? fuck that noise. mastubatory and absurd.
i went to NYC for the first time. it was just for a day, but it was still really great. i saw a few art shows. i am planning to go again in 2 or 3 weeks. it is a bit surreal to see the skyline. it is such an icon and it felt really odd to see it from afar and recognize it so immediately. it is weird to feel an ownership or relationship with a place that i had never truly seen before. it was also eye opening to see some of the "top" galleries in person. a few nice spaces, but so many of them are in office/apartment buildings. it has the feel of going to a dentist appointment or something and then it's like, oh no, wait you're at one of the biggest galleries in the world. weird, as they are physically so small. in my mind i had an idea of new york and these galleries as some huge, unattainable place, but it is so much hype. it was really good to see this firsthand. overall, the work was highly underwhelming. i saw a few nice pieces, but i can't say i was blown away. i did go to the frick, which was amazing. all of these masterworks side by side. rembrandt and vermeer and ingres and cezanne and it just keeps going. it's a gorgeous space and it feels like walking in an art history book. THAT can be overwhelming.
so, today i have nothing to do but paint. i took a break to blog as there are all of your blogs that i want to comment on, but i needed to update my own first. it is a rainy day (thanks weather machine) and it feels good to be inside and working. i have been making a lot of progress on my current painting and it is exciting. i still can't believe i am here. anytime i start to feel depressed or overwhelmed i just tell myself to look at my life and how i spend my days and i am reminded it is a really good life.
...
the haircut is still looking foxy. i've been told it is the best haircut i've ever had. yeah.
woo.
growing out nicely.
yes.
i don't think posed awkwardness comes across as well in writing. over the computer you have no idea that i just started crying and wet myself in shame. robots will never replace humans for just that reason. shame piss.
speaking of robots.
dan was here for a week and we had wonderful adventures. we saw a man who spoke with the assistance of a robot. or perhaps it was a robotic wand that spoke through a mere human shell. maybe the body was meant to put us at ease as the robot stick scanned our neural activity. i know my neural activity was focused on buying a frozen pizza at the time, but i can't speak for dan. he was probably thinking about the a priori knowledge of the frozen pizza.
we had the worst beer that has ever passed either of our lips. we were in agreement. THE WORST. and we have both imbibed camo. it was at a supposed micro brewery downtown. i didn't want to go as i had heard things, but dan can be persuasive. we taste tested two beers, one of which tasted exactly like nasty cherry cough syrup. we didn't finish the samples. FREE beer and we didn't drink it. so dan orders a pint of hefeweizen, on the assumption that they couldn't possibly fuck up three different beers.
oh, how they did!
dan penned it best when he said it tasted like bile you might vomit after drinking a beer. that was so dead on i could not help him drink it any longer. WORST BREWERY EVER. i think i could pee in a bucket, throw in some hops, leave it under my bed for a few months and come up with a better microbrew than that foul swill.
those are the two antedotes i will share. it was a great week.
and i must admit i am happy to know he has a home to go home to. i really thought it would all be swept away, stolen, or thick with mold and attaining conciousness. it is great to know he owns things. it definitely makes me reconsider my own attachment to physical things, specifically my belongings. it makes me want to get rid of a bunch of clothes and crap and not have so much. i will donate garbage bags full of my clothes to charity.
speaking of charity.
i got an email from my alma mater. they are hosting A Cabaret for Hurricane Relief entitled "Songs from the Heart - Songs of Hope". a cabaret for relief? fuck that noise. mastubatory and absurd.
i went to NYC for the first time. it was just for a day, but it was still really great. i saw a few art shows. i am planning to go again in 2 or 3 weeks. it is a bit surreal to see the skyline. it is such an icon and it felt really odd to see it from afar and recognize it so immediately. it is weird to feel an ownership or relationship with a place that i had never truly seen before. it was also eye opening to see some of the "top" galleries in person. a few nice spaces, but so many of them are in office/apartment buildings. it has the feel of going to a dentist appointment or something and then it's like, oh no, wait you're at one of the biggest galleries in the world. weird, as they are physically so small. in my mind i had an idea of new york and these galleries as some huge, unattainable place, but it is so much hype. it was really good to see this firsthand. overall, the work was highly underwhelming. i saw a few nice pieces, but i can't say i was blown away. i did go to the frick, which was amazing. all of these masterworks side by side. rembrandt and vermeer and ingres and cezanne and it just keeps going. it's a gorgeous space and it feels like walking in an art history book. THAT can be overwhelming.
so, today i have nothing to do but paint. i took a break to blog as there are all of your blogs that i want to comment on, but i needed to update my own first. it is a rainy day (thanks weather machine) and it feels good to be inside and working. i have been making a lot of progress on my current painting and it is exciting. i still can't believe i am here. anytime i start to feel depressed or overwhelmed i just tell myself to look at my life and how i spend my days and i am reminded it is a really good life.
posted by casual ninja at 2:20 PM
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Hey, Casual Ninja. I read your inspiring words of teabagging and school attending on my own page, but my decision regarding school is final. (My decision on teabags will be made on a case-by-case basis.) I think in your case, you made an excellent decision and it has improved your life, but I don't think I've ever felt better than the night I decided to shitcan my grad school plans. I have multiple reasons for this, and they all beat out the good reasons. 1. Happy vs. sad. Happy gets the nod. 2. The professor whose work made me want to attend the university actually urged me in an email to reconsider. He says the school is overpriced, changing for the worse, and I am capable of learning it all on my own. In addition, he has been forced to resign as head of the program, though he still teaches there. 3. I hate being in school. I also hate having a job, but, contrary to your experience, I get a lot of stuff done when I have a shitty day job. I also have money to buy books, music, and movies, which I need a shockingly high dose of to push me to do stuff. As a student, I wouldn't have the funds to buy this stuff. 4. I want a house. I don't want to live in a shitty little apartment for $1200 a month. I also don't want to begin my thirties with $60,000 of student loan debt. 5. I hate 98% of all grad students I have met. 6. I love learning on my own. I hate learning by deadline for someone else's agenda. 7. Once grad school is over, I will be in the same boat I'm in now. 8. I can't work on my own writing while I'm in school. I can with a dayjob. 9. Unemployment has mostly sucked, for me. Again, I'm more productive with a dayjob. Doesn't work for a lot of people, school is great for them, but I finally feel good for the first time in a long time. Now I just need a shitty job.
doctor,
i am glad you are doing your thing. in reality i was shocked to hear you were entertaining the idea of graduate school. you have much too much on your plate, what with the running of that damn plantation and the constant barrage of demands upon your already overtasked social calendar. the daughter's of the american revolution will be happy to hear you will have more time to dedicate to the recitation of your inspired historical prose at their luncheons and i know i am content to not be the only one to revive dear uncle ulysses from his absinthe visions. i will tell mother you send your love. (don't worry, i never mentioned the unfortunate incident with the sedan.)
cordially,
sugar
Sugar,
If you perchance to be away from your schooling this Sunday noon, I would urge you to attend my recitation at the luncheon. This week's subject: How Cousin Thaddeus's unfortunate encounter with a less-than ripe cherry tomato inadvertently led to one of the Civil War's bloodiest battles.
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