| whoaaa |
[Nov. 14th, 2009|11:32 pm] |
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| transferring |
[Nov. 14th, 2009|07:34 pm] |
hey guys!
i'm currently a freshmen at CCA (california college of the arts) and i want to transfer into fall 2010 for industrial design. does pratt only take a certain number of students into industrial design? what are they looking for in the portfolio? and also, how much financial aid is usually given to transfers?
any information is appreciated (:
thanks!
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 14th, 2009|06:25 pm] |
So I'm thinking about going back to school.
I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING. WHAT IS MY LIFE. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|10:37 pm] |
Last night, my mom asked me if I'd removed my lip piercing... I've not had jewelry in my lip for over a year (except for that day or two that I tried to force jewelry back through... that didn't last long)! I do miss it, though, and regularly toy with the thought of repiercing it. Truth.
Tonight, I was super tempted to go to the drug store and buy red hair dye and do some peek-a-boo bangs, again. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow. Not sure.
In an effort to get out of the house and make more friends, I went to some puppet-making workshops for last weekend's All Soul's Procession. It was a neat experience, and while I'm not sure whether or not I made new friends, I did make new acquaintances who may become more friend-like, someday. Anyway, here's a little video somebody put together of pieces of the finale, which was pretty amazing. (This probably is not the best depiction of the event, but I like the video, so I'm sharing.)
And here's a picture of me with my face painted, and the "puppet" I made for the procession:
For those of you not familiar with the procession, it's Tucson's take on Mexico's "Dia De Los Muertos" (Day of the Dead) -- over 20,000 participants [gather] on the streets of downtown Tucson for a two-mile long human-powered procession that ends in the finalizing action of burning a large urn filled with the hopes, offerings and wishes of the public for those who have passed. Inside the event are myriads of installation art, altars, performers, and creatives of all kinds collaborating for almost half the year to prepare their offerings to this amazing event. The All Souls Procession, and now the entire All Souls Weekend, is a celebration and mourning of the lives of our loved ones who have passed.
Anyway, it was an amazing experience (this was my first year going to the parade, much less participating in it) and... yep. It's really bizarre to me that this happens in Tucson... I feel like Tucson's not cool enough, or big enough, maybe? I was in awe of Flam Chen, though, which is the group who did the firedancing during the finale, while hanging in the air from a crane like a human wind chime. I can't wrap my head around Tucson housing such a talented group. I don't know why it's so hard.
If the you want to see more pictures of the procession, here is the flickr pool.
Lastly, remind me not to straighten my hair. THX. |
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[Nov. 14th, 2009|12:18 am] |
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I accidentally added funds to my Pratt Card instead of my Meal Plan. Is there any way to transfer the money into my plan? |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|01:44 pm] |
Ebb, flow
Wax wane
Crest, trough
Nothing, enough
Designation, lost for time
make a mission, hold on the line
Queues and circles, u-turns, yield
where the road meets the motion
your direction is sealed. |
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[Nov. 12th, 2009|04:12 pm] |
Borders, beads, silver and incense
Facades, dreams, and subtle accents
Hold, direct, and indeed dissent
Relics of old, and tangibly relent
Borderless, needs, gold and brush
Tears, concrete, acid washed headstones
names we remember who embellish us so
Living or dead still distance untouched
Cause, effect, foresight, neglect
suffer and ponder or to it all forget
mostly for chosen, or savor the moment
relegate, advance, or stagnate until broken |
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| website down |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|05:19 pm] |
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someone please have some idea about when the website is coming back up. i'm registering for classes tonight and am freaking out at the moment. why do they schedule this when we need to register? apsodfahsodufhlajsdhf |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|10:17 pm] |
Things:
I'm going to Minnesota (St. Paul) over Thanksgiving, this was decided last night, I purchased my tickets today. YAAAAY.
This semester is almost over... about four weeks until finals, and I'll be out of town for one of those weeks. AAUGHGHG.
I have these boots, they are grey and purple, a little. HOW DO I WEAR BOOTS??
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| tuition problems |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|12:06 am] |
why the fuck does pratt NOT notify you when you have "late payment" on tuition? they just want the interest to accrue silently until the student finally notices it?
now what? i owe a bunch of money, my two credit cards combined can't cover it. how long will it take for another loan to go through? i'm supposed to register for classes today!
i am so thoroughly pissed off and upset right now.
i guess like all big businesses i was supposed to watch my account like a hawk to prevent this from happening. we all know these people only care about profit. my fault for assuming pratt would notify me, right? |
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| foodie |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|08:47 pm] |
Foodie ought to be a four letter word, another F word. It's a preposterous state of being, hopelessly smug and uninviting. However, there is something to be said for the small guy who cleverly and passionately gathers components of an old car and builds it back to running compared to the fellow that just buys it. I am reminded of a line Anthony Hopkins said in meet joe black, something to the effect of there is a substantial difference between building something and purchasing it, which leads me to my point: I love food.
I mean it's kinda hard to tell looking at a fragile little guy like me (thats a joke, im 6'2" and weigh about 260 at last recording).
I am on the same page with the sis when it comes to the passion, although I haven't poured out nearly as much creativity, time and effort as she has when it comes to the subject. Although I have made some creative potluck style dishes, which btw, potlucks are one of those traditions that needs to be further invested in, among some other challenges like scratch made bagels I still find myself painfully shortcoming when it comes to a few things I am really interested in creating.
My culinary challenges which i hope to meet within a reasonable timeline are
- A baklava
-A proper souffle
- Scratch made croissants
- Dolmades
Regarding components, i want to use my homegrown eggs, and if at all possible, locally processed organic flour, and good ol LARD. WOOO! LARD! Nothing makes a crispy pastry quite so well as rendered animal fat.
Foodies may have the creative intuit and the financial backing to make these culinary wonders more of a possibility, but I have the love of the iota, and the passion for improvisation. |
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[Nov. 11th, 2009|10:13 am] |
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jon beller... what can anyone tell me about him? (feminist film/film theory) |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|10:33 pm] |
K: whenever I see a commercial for Up I think of you and how sad we were after that movie
J: it was so sad. I'm glad I saw it with you.
K: why, because I'm a good sad companion? oh mister I wish I was hanging out with you right about now
J: me too
It's so easy to idealize him. Even with all the badness and the crazy. This is a stupid observation. But I don't know. After a while it just became so easy, even despite the fighting.
But my missing him is so closely linked to my missing other things. Mostly my apartment. And my whole life. My life right now is so stifled and sad and empty. I am getting some things done but not the important things. I look back at who I was just a few months ago and I can't believe how lucky I was. But at the same time I know I was mentally fucked and J. was a big part of that. Still, though. It was so easy. The routine I had for myself and the one I had with him.
This is selfish of me to think about right now. But the things I miss at night are the worst. And it wasn't as though we spent so many nights together--we did spend many nights together, but I spent more nights alone. But my nights alone were often spent thinking of him, so he was there one way or another. I miss his body so hard sometimes, and not even in a way that has anything to do with sex. Just his body there with me, being tall and long and awkward with mine. His warm back in the morning, his bad breath, his jeans on my bedroom floor. Getting dressed and the pit I'd feel whenever he got dressed because that meant he was leaving. Kissing my forehead when he said goodbye, laying on my back for hours and thinking about him. Touching my face with my own hands, pretending they were his hands. Having that body next to me in bed and on my couch and in his car and on the street walking home drunk from the Vid. That body I could do almost anything to because when I was with him I had unrestricted access: he was mine. I do wish I was wish him tonight. This hurts maybe more than it should or at least more than I want it to. I have too much evidence of him: photos, videos, a box he taped up and shipped to me. But he has even more of me. He has my furniture, my food, so much of my material life I gave to him before he left.
If I miss the life I had back there of course I miss him along with it. Not just because he was a part of it but because he's now in possession of it. God that's terrifying if I think about it too long. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|06:34 pm] |
Hello all.
I'm filling out an award application for my sorority, and I'm curious: does Pratt distribute awards for gradution? Or for seniors? Or at all? |
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| WooooWOOOO |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|06:36 am] |
Public transportation is a great panacea for listlessness. Yesterday evening Cassia and I ventured to take the light rail north to Salt Lake City's gateway center, where she did some necessary scouting, while I did some unnecessary yet enjoyable ruminating as I shuffled through pages of kit-aircraft magazines. I would love to build a two-seater auto gyro, once the money decides to pour in a little better than a trickle.
It is so amazing how available the magic (science) of flight is, and so sad that so many have never had the privilege or the interest, or had the interest but not the resources; either intellectual or monetary. So it goes. That goes for everything though, a clue can be quelled before it develops into a mystery, same as an idea can be quelled before it becomes an interest,
an interest can be quelled before it becomes a passion, and a passion can be quelled before it becomes a career. Showing me yet again, as everything in life, it is its fragility that makes it precious, its ephemeral that makes it sacred, and its dichotomy that makes it wonderful. |
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| wood shop |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|12:54 am] |
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So, I need a piece of wood cut to specific measurements, but I've never worked in the wood shop before. Do the people that work there help you with that or are you on your own? |
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| from memory |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|06:46 am] |
If you still count the numbers
then nothing is saved
it's love after all
not a means of exchange.
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There are so many beautiful forgotten things, but they are only relics of the clause of noticing.
Like old friends, if you're welcome, you're more likely to see them again. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|11:57 am] |
Right now I'm reading the short story collection Girl Trouble by Holly Goddard Jones
So far I'm liking her sense of lightness and the promises made on the backcover re: victimhood, right and wrong, good and bad. I'm even dealing with my inherent dislike of "Southern Lit" pretty well. Why do I shy away from Southern literature, I wonder? I think so much about the South and its culture makes me uncomfortable and just plain weirded out.
What are you reading right now? |
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| What matters |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|06:44 pm] |
The more you lose, the more you find you have, the more you find you are.
It was an accident, but while sifting through millions of recovered files I realized something, that all of the most meaningful things I've remembered I've saved among the people who matter to me. After all, existence is largely grounded in perception, and what I've shared is far more valuable than what I haven't.
All of my songs I know, and this would be a prime opportunity to distill the fluff and get the gold. |
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| Imaging hours? |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|05:48 pm] |
What are the hours for Imaging (COMD building)? I can't even find their number on the stupid site.
Will I have trouble getting in now as an alumni? I just need access to a large scanner. |
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