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acid and base- an excellent adventure



Hmm. i don't have a alot to say at this moment in time. i stayed out far too late both thusday and yesterday and thusly slept most of the subsequent days- like through many of the daytime hours of those days. this caused me to lose valuable time that should have been spent on things such as editing my video project, which is now due this monday.
at least however other then that one item, i am through with this semester, and i believe i have been successful in passing my classes. more so even then i'd expected, i think. so that's good. i almost totally fucked myself on wednesday as i hadn't slept tuesday night nor during wednesday day- i kept falling asleep for the first hour of the final. luckily we had three hours to do it so i had time to fix the mistakes i'd made when i was nodding off and finish the damn thing. hopefully i did alright. and i made a musical pig's heart for my interactivity:digital process class. when you poked it with a metal stylus(or just held the stylus in one hand and touched the heart) it completed a connection to a little microcomputer thingey called a "cricket" which then sent a command to a midi player so notes were played when the cow heart was prodded or touched. mayhaps i'll bother posting pictures. though since it still doesn't seem like anyone reads this, i dunno if there is any dang point. anyway, i thinks that the semester is ending alright. and so now i am going to spend some time with my mom in duluth.


at some point i feel like maybe i should post an x-mas list of some kind. just for something like fun. or maybe i should post my paypal id so if anyone reads this and decides inexplicably that they really like me and want to send me money for x-mas or just the heck of it, they can! hmm. it's the same as my yahoo msngr id- ichibanyasai - for paypal it's that nick + @yahoo.com. just in case I have fans who want to make a donation. proceeds will possibly be spent on liquor, or greyhound tix to duluth nxt semester, or if i have really generous supporters, a 3 chip mini dv camera; among other possibilities.

fuck you you fucking fucks

aghaghagh. dunno whether to laugh or cry really... as i somewhat expected may happen, the instructor asked me to go nxt week cuz we ran out of time, which i earlier claimed to want- and do, but at the same time... well the relief of getting it over with and not having to work further on it would have been nice too. Still over all I am glad I can work on it some more, just have to set it down now until i finish stuff for my other two classes...

realizing also a large source of tension for me is worrying about what others think, and even projecting- attributing opinions/thoughts/reactions to them that I really have no basis in fact for- or even if there were mayhaps some slight basis- certainly not enough to warrant the level of anxiety I find myself feeling. It's like I can't fucking do anything... if I send someone an email or something, they take a while to respond I worry endlessly about what I might have said that bothered them so much they aren't getting back to me. Like I am always certain the content of my communication is in some way a source of annoyance for whomever I am attempting to communicate with I go fuckin' apeshit, usually jut in my head... And what's really annoying is my evident paranoia and my overapologizing or overexplaining every little fucking thing I do or say. But I can't get over it. Like the main source of my frustration tonight really isn't so much the whole thing with class... it's my paranoia about doing things wrong or overstepping my bounds or somesuch in very casual bit 'o' personal interactions driving me up the fucking wall- and, this is damn hilarious, actually feeling reactively pissed about a situation I don't even know exists because I am attributing reactions to another person when I really have absolutely no indication of what I have somehow decided they are thinking...and this happens all the damn time. I have had like one close friend for the past 8-9 years and little to no others off and on until somewhat recently, that is how deep my problems with social interaction run. I've been very slowly trying to break out of that shell over the past year or so... but it's just so fucking difficult. Like now I'm mindbogglingly depressed b/c a couple of classmates I have a good rapport with didn't ask me to join them when they headed out for a drink after class... WTF? Sometimes I don't know how I manage to function at all.

haven't had a chance to listen to these yet, so i have no idea what the guy's spouting off about other then the titles- but here is a page with a buncha rants in .wav format some guy decided to share with the online community

skool giving me headache

as reads title. i am just ridiculously and inexplicably pissed. instructor insisting on me showing prjct today despite mysteriously skeduling me last, whilst other 5000 level students went first... and there probably will be barely enough time for discussion... asked her at beginning of class (as well as having emailed her this morning which she didn't have time to have checked apparently) if I could wait till next week when the other portion of class is going(b/c i didn't feel really finished w/ my piece, wanna spend a lil' more time with/on it), and she said it was important to stay on skedule. at that point i'd assumed it was important b/c the 5000 students presenting today were to go first... but then i found out she had me skeduled at the very fucking last. wtf? as i said though, me being pissed about this is ridiculous... but still... aargh. head hurts.
break over, gots to go back to class...

Beach Sleaze Paperback Cover Gallery

Beach Sleaze Paperback Cover Gallery

(just wanted this site to be remembered so I can add it to links sidebar when have more time)

tis a wacky wacky world

the cybernetic parrot sausage

more such things here

pdxpolka.com

this looks interesting. sticking it here to remind myself to look at it later. you can look too if you'd like.

Quizilla!

another such site.

tried creating quiz on other site and decided it was kind of lame. ain't done nothin' on this site yet.

Make your own online quiz! Create personality, love, teen, sex, and other cool quizzes!

Make your own online quiz! Create personality, love, teen, sex, and other cool quizzes!

ok, so that led me to think it'd be cool to try and create my own stupid quiz. which i haven't done yet, but the search for a site that had some sort of tool or template to do so for free led me to this site which claims to let one do that, as well as having a fucking crapload of quizzes on it. for peeps that like that sort of thing. i'll likely try creatin' me own at some point. i should really be working on my video that is due tomorrow fuckin' evening.

hrumph...

man, i swear i'm getting mad as hell that i'm writing all this crap and putting up cool links and noone's reading the damn thing. gotta find some way to put a counter on the page or something. f*ck. course it's my problem...if'n i want someone to read it, i gotta figure out how to promote it so others know of it's existence. whatever. ergh. more to come later, probably, when i am in a better mood, which hopefully will come to pass before too long... my shitty mood is giving me a headache and distracting me from the video i am supposed to working on.

just found site with a bunch of online quizzes that seem fairly amusing.

okay, actually i'm undecided about above site. online quizzes can be somewhat fun sometimes, but can get really annoying too. i usually just end up getting annoyed at having an arbitrary set of 2-5 answers when my answer would be something else...

Jane Doe, April 1954, age about 20 years

Boulder Jane Doe

Half-Century Later, Townspeople Reopen Probe Into Slaying of 'someone's Daughter'

By Pauline Arrillaga The Associated Press
Published: Dec 11, 2004

BOULDER, Colo. (AP) - The death certificate read, "Unidentified Woman." The newspapers christened her "the unfortunate girl." The card with the red gladioli sent to her funeral was addressed "To Someone's Daughter."

Folks never quite knew what to call her, the mystery woman whose battered, nude body was found 50 years ago along a creek in Boulder Canyon. Eventually, she came to be known by the inscription on the small granite headstone placed at her grave:

"Jane Doe. April 1954. Age about 20 years."

Back then, this picturesque university town was a much different place, and murder still a rare atrocity. Jane Doe's story made headlines across Colorado and beyond, yet no one ever came forward to claim her. So the people of Boulder adopted "someone's daughter" as their own.

They donated money for a private cemetery plot rather than see her buried in a pauper's grave. Town florists sent sprays of roses and sweet peas to cover her casket, along with arrangements purchased out of the pockets of strangers. A pastor conducted a nondenominational service, and dozens came in their Sunday best to pay their respects.

Then the murder investigation turned cold, and the nameless victim was all but forgotten.

A half-century later, her remains have been unearthed and her case reopened - thanks to a curious historian who strolled by her grave and came away haunted by a question: "Who is she?"

Now a new generation is trying to find out, and perhaps solve the biggest mystery of all.

Not just who is Jane Doe. But who killed her?

---

"GIRL FOUND SLAIN NEAR BOULDER!" screamed the headline in Denver's Rocky Mountain News.

It was April 9, 1954, the day before spring break was to begin for the 7,000-plus students at the University of Colorado at Boulder. The previous evening two freshmen, their exams done, had driven nine miles west of town to explore Boulder Falls, a popular picnicking spot in the heart of a canyon filled with cottonwood and pine trees.

When they spotted her remains, they first thought it was a mannequin. "We didn't think it could possibly be a human body," one of the students would tell a reporter.

She lay on some rocks next to the stream. Her body was blackened and bruised - the skull fractured, left arm and several ribs broken. She was about 5-foot-3 and 100 pounds, 17-20 years old. Her hair was strawberry blonde. The coroner estimated she had been dead up to a week, and was probably still alive when her body was dumped.

That was about all investigators would learn of their victim.

No clothes were found, and she wore no jewelry. Her face and hands were so ravaged by animals her features, even eye color, were unrecognizable and a solid fingerprint impossible to obtain. She had no cavities to compare against dental charts.

All that was left to distinguish her were three bobby pins and an appendectomy scar.

Reports of missing girls poured in immediately, overwhelming the three-man sheriff's office. A mother from Pueblo came to view the body, while letters arrived from such places as Tuttle, Okla.; Excelsior Springs, Mo.; Crooksville, Ohio.

"Am writing you in regards to the unidentified girl ..."

"I have a daughter who has been missing since Feb. 13 ..."

One included a yearbook snapshot of a smiling young woman.

"We got tips from far, far away as well as a lot of local ones. I couldn't begin to tell you how many, but I guess hundreds would cover it," recalls 85-year-old Dock Teegarden, who served as undersheriff in 1954. He spent weeks searching mountain cabins for clues and investigating leads. "All of them checked out."

The hunt for the killer also proved fruitless. Potential suspects were questioned but found to have no connection to the case. At one point, blood was found in a car with Colorado plates in Oklahoma, but the driver admitted killing someone else.

Boulder was on the verge of a population boom, but at the time of the slaying, it remained a quiet, close-knit college town, leading investigators to conclude the victim wasn't a local - or surely someone would have known something.

"There was a lot of sympathy, of course," Teegarden says. "Who was the girl? Why was she up there? A lot of people felt, 'That could've been my daughter.'"

And so, when officials announced plans to bury her at Columbia Cemetery in an unmarked pauper's grave, people came forward with donations - $1, $10, offered by a patrolman, a laundry owner, an electrician, the feed store operator and others. The $95 needed for a private plot was quickly raised.

A granite manufacturer began work on a headstone, while Howe Mortuary donated the casket and its chapel for a service.

Two weeks after she was found, about 30 people filled the funeral home pews. During the service, at each place where the minister would have said the name of the deceased, he simply paused.

The next day, a newspaper photograph showed a crowd of men in suits and women wearing dresses and pill box hats standing before a flower-strewn casket at the cemetery. The headline read: "Will This Grave Mark an Unsolved Mystery?"

---

On a sunny morning this past June, a small band of folks gathered at Columbia Cemetery once more.

"Let's have a moment of silence for Jane Doe," a sheriff's lieutenant said before a backhoe scraped away the first clump of earth.

Standing on the grass, Silvia Pettem imagined the day 50 years earlier, when another cadre of Boulder citizens had assembled there. "They were burying her; we're digging her up," Pettem thought.

"But it was still a group of people who cared," she would later remark, "and wondered who she was."

Pettem has wondered more than most.

It was 1996 when she first discovered Jane Doe. A longtime Boulder historian, Pettem was part of a "Meet the Spirits" cemetery reenactment in which volunteers portray the dearly departed. Her character was a university professor, but it was Jane Doe - whose headstone she spotted nearby - who caught her eye.

Though a performer depicted the mystery woman - "Someone with a little acting flair could get into it," Pettem says - the historian found herself returning to the grave, unsatisfied with a made-up life story.

"Who is she?" she wondered.

Three years later, Pettem revived Jane Doe's tale in a history column she writes for the Boulder Daily Camera. In the newspaper's research room, in the "murders" file under "U" for Unidentified, she found a stack of brittle articles from 1954.

Pettem was hooked.

She wondered if Jane Doe could finally be identified - given today's advancements in DNA and facial reconstruction. She wrote the FBI to see what it knew of the case; the letter was returned with a note reading, "Too vague."

But Pettem, who has spent years probing records about Boulder's past, wasn't about to stop there. "A relentless sleuth of the highest order," is how the Boulder Weekly describes the 57-year-old grandmother, whose mild manner belies her Nancy Drew instincts.

In 2000, she contacted the Boulder County Sheriff's Office, but it no longer had records on the case. Over the next three years, Pettem set about building her own file.

She visited Howe Mortuary before it closed, and found the funeral record for Jane Doe and an envelope still containing cards from those who sent flowers. She contacted newspapers and purchased old photographs of the investigation and funeral. She posted a query on a genealogy Web site until a friend created a site solely dedicated to Jane.

Finally, in the fall of 2003, Pettem presented her findings to sheriff's investigators. What were the chances, she asked, of reopening the case and exhuming Jane Doe?

Sheriff Joe Pelle and his detectives were enthusiastic but said they couldn't justify spending taxpayer money on such a cold case. Pettem came up with a solution. What if, as they had 50 years earlier, the citizens of Boulder donated the costs?

On Feb. 4, 2004, Pelle held a news conference announcing his department would reopen the case if enough money could be raised to fund an investigation. Then Pettem spoke, telling the story of Jane Doe and imploring the community to pull together again "for this unknown victim."

The money flowed in - donations ranging from $5 to $1,000, more than $3,600 to date.

"I hope you will be successful," one contributor wrote. "Somewhere a family still wonders where she is."

---

The exhumation took two days. A mortician who once worked at Howe supplied the equipment.

Jane Doe's remains have since been shipped to a lab, where forensic anthropologists recently finished reassembling the skull. Sheriff's detectives hope a facial reconstruction expert can now create a sculpture of what Jane Doe might have looked like, so they can circulate a sketch that a long-lost relative or friend might recognize.

Other forensic analysts are working to extract a DNA sample from her remains. The experts are all members of an organization Pettem tracked down earlier this year that does its work pro bono.

The private donations will be saved to pay for DNA tests, should detectives find a possible family member.

But time is running out. Sheriff's Lt. Phil West stresses that authorities can't even begin looking for Jane Doe's killer until they know who she was.

"Any siblings she might have had - they're probably in their late 60s or early 70s. If we're going to make an identification, it'd have to be now," he says. "This is our last, best chance."

Pettem understands that all too well. Now and then, she returns to the cemetery where Jane Doe first piqued her interest, and stands near her now-empty grave. What began as curiosity has evolved into a personal cause for Pettem, who just can't fathom losing a loved one and never knowing what became of that person.

"If Jane Doe were my sister or mother," she once wrote, "I would hope that someone would care enough to research her remains for me."

She still wonders, "Who is she?" Perhaps she was escaping an abusive husband or boyfriend. Perhaps she was a hitchhiker or a runaway.

Then Pettem imagines something else: The day when Jane Doe might be laid to rest for good. Instead of strangers all around, Pettem pictures an elderly brother or sister, nieces and nephews, or cousins. Some of her Boulder family, too.

"I want to be in Iowa or Tennessee or wherever she came from," the historian says wistfully, "at that burial."

And wherever that place is, Pettem envisions a new headstone to mark it.

One with Jane Doe's real name at last.

ZZZ online

ZZZ online | Number 184
it ain't been updated in a year- but i just found this insane geeky techie site... i gotta explore it some more but there is mos def some interesting stuff here... nifty

if you had no muscles

see what happens when you have no muscles!

this goes by too fast, but i think it's funny. i wish i knew how to get the animation from the page and save it...
i dont' quite get the tool belt. ??

that's all i can say right now, i am a busy busy mothrafucka werkin' on video project thingus due on the evening of monday the thirteenth. ooh so scary, monday the thirteenth...

skool, yay

been a busy bumbling bee working on ever so much stuff for skool. video video video right at the moment. i like to play with final cut pro. i dig shooting okay too. i am not so good at planning a project, howsoever. i don't come up with an idea i really like, draw out a storyboard or write detailed stuff down and then see it through. if i could do muster the ... i dunno whateverittakes... to do that, i'd be way better at this stuff. i'd have lots more cooler work to show. but no... i get camera at last minute and just shoot whatever occurs to me and then fuck around in final cut pro for a while and *poof* i gots me a fucking art video of my very own! that's not to say really that my work all totally sux. but i should really get a responsible method goin'. oh well maybe next semester.
i got an a on a paper i wrote in like 5 hours! i was sure it sucked and i'd be lucky if i scored a c. wow!

well, i must run to catch bus to local rock club to drink before they stop serving liquor beverages. must run now!

Public Moving Image Archives and Research Centers--National Film Preservation Board (Library of Congress)

Public Moving Image Archives and Research Centers--National Film Preservation Board (Library of Congress)

i gots to do some clicky clicky explorations through this vaste load 'o' links, but it would appear that this site has links to online video archives from all over the world. score!

this just in, @ sixfiftyfive, i had it wrong- it has links to places that exhibit/archive moving images all over the world, but not necessarily places with stuff online to view or download. still cool comprehensive buncha links.

mitosis!

from here

The Mitosis Song
by Jewel Reuter, LA Virtual School
Donald Cronkite, Hope College

When the Cell Divides in Two

(Sing to "When the Saints Go Marching In)

Refrain

Oh when the cell, Oh when the cell, Oh when the cell divides in two,

Mitosis keeps the same chromosome number, when the cell divides in two.

 

Oh interphase, Oh interphase, Oh interphase when genes are on,

Molecules are made in great number, when the interphase is on.

Refrain

Oh, in prophase, Oh in prophase, when chromosomes begin to show,

They are condensing, in the nucleus, when chromosomes begin to show.

Refrain

In metaphase, in metaphase, chromosomes and spindle join

Chromosomes line up on the 'equator,' when chromosomes and spindle join.

Refrain

Then anaphase, then anaphase, when chromosomes move to the poles.

They arrive there on the spindle, when chromosomes move to the poles.

Refrain

At telophase, at telophase, chromosomes arrive at poles,

Once more the membrane grows around them, when chromosomes arrive at poles.

Refrain

We’re back at last, to interphase, we’re back at last to interphase.

The chromosomes restore their other (chromatid ) at the S phase.

Refrain
Oh when the cell, Oh when the cell, Oh when the cell divides in two,

Mitosis keeps the same chromosome number, when the cell divides in two.

gorgonzola.munchkins. rosemary.

i'm supposed to be working on poetry. i have 6-7 hours to finish a portfolio of 12-15 somewhat polished poems. and a page or so reflecting on where i feel i'm at with my poetry/writing and such. yawn. i'm sleepy. it shouldn't be too hard though, i gots stuff handwritten to work with... revise revise and type up.
tooth still hurts. dentist appt. actually this friday at 3, made mistake last week- called and found out real date and time. good for me.
should've called Mom today. dunno what my damn problem is, I had full intent to check in with her. third day of intensive chemo for her, talked to lil' bro last night and sounds like she is doing pretty damn good. hear she bowled tuesday- she is part of a league... She's damn tough, she is. :) Better call her on the morrow.
hungry. today by which i technically mean yesterday is(erm, was) a day in which i had little to eat. i sorted laundry and whilst doing that got caught up in cleaning and ended up not having time to actually go to the laundromat and wash the laundry... probably friday morning or else sunday sometime will do it. and will do more cleaning sunday. that is my intention anyhow.
so i drank lots of milk today, but ate little. my fridge is rather empty. sort of. i have mayonaise and bread, but nothing to put betwixt that bread. i have salad dressing but nothing with which to compose a salad. methinks a grocery visit is coming soon! i stopped at target. i had to buy a package of underwear b/c i have no clean ones- that is why i was intending to do my laundry this very day(by which i mean yesterday). while at the target market i purchased some very unhealthy crappy snacks, which of course are tasty. i discovered they have packages of two pieces of pie, each in their own little cardboard container, for one dollar and seventy-seven cents. got "mocha mudslide". got archer farms salt and vinegar potato chips too, and also kudos granola bars(which have chocolate and other bits of candy in them too). these have been what i have consumed over the course of this evening and tomorrow morning- which is now. by this i mean that it is two fifteen in the a.m. on thursday december tha ninth and between the time i left the target store in the early evening of wednesday tha eighth and this current moment i have eaten both pieces of pie, 2 kudos, and about half the bag of chips. i also had a yoplait nouriche strawberry banana smoothie which i considered rather mediocre- i expected better. all else has been tasty. i have also been drinking water fountain water from an old mello yello bottle and of course wishing it were whiskey.
i have swallowed a caffeine pill for energy and wakefulness. i am listening to the music of the white stripes right now.
i should go and write some poetry now. mayhaps i shall post some of this. there is a poem a few posts down if one wants to discover my illustrious nonsensical whimsical insane inane writing.

f*ck titles... whatever... melodrama...melancholy.. how do you spell melancholy?

weird haze daze thing, not so different from often i guess... but melancholy, which i suppose isn't that unusual either. but i have this thing going on, like i am confused and fuzzy-headed(this could lack of sleep also which isn't terribly different from often too) thing going on and i keep feeling like i am going to start crying without any definite and clear cut idea what the damn problem is. though i am sure this is processing what's going on with my mom(see post like 2 down from this one)... which is happening in a confusing way... not even sure it's really happening cuz i kind of have felt more or less fine and haven't given it intense amounts of direct thought, but i get thoughts coming in at me from odd angles about what if she dies, things i haven't shared with her yet that i kind of intended to eventually when i had time- like music she'd like, stuff like that... and things we haven't done together, or haven't done in a while, or haven't done since my brother and i were kids... like camping and fishing...
and i've found myself thinking about what we're going to do with her belongings, and how things are gonna be different if a year from now, she's gone... or like just walking down the hall thinking about how i'll feel different walking down the hall in a year after she's gone(which hopefully won't happen...)

happy happy holidays. word.

um yeah okay whatever.
i am happy i got free delicious food today at the last event of the art and commitment symposium that's been happening over the weekend. not to mention the discussion(that's what this last event was, a discussion with a panel composed of local artists and people involved in the local art community) was really interesting. There was discussion of things like, well, committment and art of course, political art..., community, race, age gaps in the art/ artist/activist community..., political activism and/thru art... i dunno how to describe it all. There was some discussion of how only certain sorts of art are getting funding from organizations such as the natl. endowment for the arts and how that puts limits on the art that gets created and out...
This kind of annoyed me, it seems people aren't thinking out of the box enough- d.i.y., who really needs funding? make a poster/flyer, photocopy a bunch and stick'em up wherever the fuck you want. make zines. find ways to project yer videos on the sides of bldngs or whatever... ways to set up screenings in public places... i am sure ways could be found to do it little or no cost, i've heard of it being done. there are many things one can create and things one can do to get yer creations to the public without tons of funding/investment, methinks. well i'll have to babble more on this later.
I am meeting a friend and her daughter to go watch the holidazzle parade. hence thee title of this post. bye-bye, till the morrow, dear readers. (actually, is anyone reading this? someone leave a comment of some kind so I know! Please?)

miscellaneous rambles about stuff going on in my life and such

EFFEXOR XR: Self-Quiz Results
a test. the above. useless advertisement for some sort of anti-depressent medication. yawn. whatever. i like ice cream. it's especially good at a time like this very moment when i happen to have a dry and rather sore throat. not having such a thing, i will probably end up going out to smoke a cigarette. well... i'll drink some delicious and refreshing public water fountain water prior to that action.
i'm not in near a good as a mood as i might possibly sound, i think often times for me playfulness in doublespeak and nonsense are actually some well... i don't know, am i trying to alleviate tension? amuse myself at the expense of the well being of others' gray matter? have i just gone mad for a fragment in time? have i eaten too little or had too little or too much sleep or too much caffeine or psychotropic or psychoactive drugs of some kind? i'm thirsty. someone bring me some whiskey.
see the problem today is thus, last night i found out that my mother's cancer, which though she had active tumors-they weren't all that large-albeit they were in positions that made it difficult to operate-thusly they had decided not to operate and instead use monthly chemotherapy treatments- but as i was saying they weren't all that large and this is the 2nd time she's combatted the cancer with the previous time having initially been more life threatening- so what i am trying to say is, i-we- were taking it somewhat lightly - we were thoroughly expecting things to be just fine. well things ain't coming along that way. i haven't had a chance to discuss it in depth with her yet(and i am not sure i am ready to do that, see she is very positive and upbeat and tough in facing this, and i don't want to bring her down with my frustration, sadness, and negativity...etc.) but my brother drove down last night from the city of bars and big deep lake that is superior, wi, for the purpose of informing me in person rather then by telephone of these developments. apparently the cancer has moved into her spinal column, and she also has lesions on her liver. they're going to be giving her some other type of chemo that is going to be like five days in a row then some time off... i don't know exactly the scheduling, but it's way more intensive then her previous monthly treatments. and i can't go up there for a couple weeks b/c of school. last 2 weeks or so of the semester. she doesn't want to me to come up till i've seen it through and passed my classes.
of course the next problem is what to do next semester, well that isn't even the next problem really, there's some i'm leaving out, as well as the matter of my lack of funds for january's rent... i haven't been working, just kinda scraping by on financial aid, loans from my dad, and donating plasma. i wasn't paying attention the plasma donatin' place's schedule and was counting on selling some plasma over the next couple weeks, only to find out they are closed till the thirteenth. so i'm possibly fucked for getting rent for january. though when next semester starts halfway into the month i'll get my financial aid disbursement and then things will be cool... but i have already borrowed so much from Dad he probably can't afford to loan me even more against that... and i have to get up to duluth as soon as school's over, damn it. i'm sure i'll figure it out.
then next semester-- want to go stay in duluth and be near Mom, but that would totally play havoc with school and finances. For the moment the sort of solution is that i have structured my class schedule for next semester to be all tu-th w/ no mon or fri classes so i have long weekends to visit. since i don't drive, i have to save dough to bus there @ forty some bux a (round)trip. hopefully if i manage my financial aid well and can fit in part time job, it'll work out.
on a good note, it seems if i can just keep myself together and apply myself to my final proj/assignments/exams in my classes, I'll at least pass all of them. Being a crappy student currently on academic probation, that feels like an accomplishment. and if i can work it in to my schedule i think i will have a pt time job that i will enjoy and learn important stuff doing-- being a studio b tech/aide, dunno exact job title... studio b is the video production studio on campus, i think the main of it's use is by students in different video related classes... anyway it's a good chance to learn alot more about video production- hands on! and get paid! woo hoo!
i haven't eaten anything but three large cookies(yummy and free at one of the art and commitment symposium events, which is being fun, enlightening, and stuff...) today so i should go make myself one of the packets of easy mac in my locker.

pink?

pink pink pink. i don't know. the prior template was not working properly... thought, ooh, mayhaps this pink will be cute! or something. i have orange hair. it ws pink for a little while, but not on purpose. i intended for purple but the color turned out a little different that i had expected it to. i am quite fond of purple. orange also. pink's alright, i guess. i thinkum that wine has given me a headache. i fell asleep during part of the lecture, but i think that has more to do with being real tired then the wine.

some asshat left a spam link in the comments section of my last post. i must figure out how to delete it posthaste. it's not even for porn, just some stupid...ach i don't even recall precisely.
i need to find some interesting links to post, to test posting links...

some old twin peaks page i found on the interweb

okay, now i'll post this and see if link worked.

wah

getting intoxicated offa free art dept wine! yay! art and commitment symposium this weekend. wine is for reception. along with yummy cheese! woo-hoo! here is link: http://artandcommitment.umn.edu/
I have a video piece that will be showing during it on the second floor of the west bldng of Regis Center for Art... woo hoo! come over and check the shit out, yo! i gots to go back to reception for a refill. more cheese and more wine!

doo duh doo doo

sleepy very sleepy. that's today, a big hazy daze, more blah, etc. a general feeling of malaise. tooth still buggin' me, have dentist appt. sometime tomorrow. i wish i knew what time. my eyes feel funny, guess maybe i should have slept more.

blah

shit. sometimes these computer machines fill me with rage. i had a post, previewed it, then hit the back button thinking it'd take me back so i could fix an unfortunate error. but it did not. i'm a dope. lost the post. urgh. it was really quite exciting.
first i whined about having a headache, then i whined about having a stuffy nose.
then about being broke and not being able to go this super excitement filled show at the triple rock social club( http://www.triplerocksocialclub.com - i haven't taken the time to figure out putting clickable linx in here just yet)that i rather would have liked to be in attendance at right at this moment right now.
...and then i whined about not having slept yet since yesterday, but expressed happiness in that i finished my paper. i have to say i didn't do a very good job,imho.
and after that i commented that this shite i done written ain't really that exciting.
so as a remedy to the inane boring craptastic crap, here is an inane poem i am bringing to my poetry class on the morrow(if i wake up):

 

    "glitter and rice"                      

   angels in my soupbowl

   sing of hallowed

   saints

   somewhere

   with thimbles on their thumbs

   they march 

     onwards

   in groups of three

   with tattered jackets

   bootsoles wearing through

   rain brings puddles

   and water seeps in

   wet through all flesh

   even their souls shivering

     i am cold too.

    fuck the angels, I am 

    going to eat my soup

     now

that's it. yay, poetry! good night. all this babble gave me more headache.

it worked!

Hey, that worked! Those weren't even the worst of the lot... I was just impatient to test posting pix so I grabbed 'em. Here are some more of the damn things:





my personal favorites:



found here: http://www.all-christian-t-shirts.com/index.html -having trouble making clickable link. I'll work on that next...

okay... supposed to be working on a paper. due in about 14 hours and barely started. I don't like papers... but must stop procrastinating...

more tests of this exciting new technology

now I am gonna test posting some pictures. here are a couple cheesy/creepy christian t-shirt graphics:




Now I am betting these don't work b/c for whatever reason, they don't have .jpg on the end. Though I got it so that it displayed just the pic in my browser, which usually gives me the image location... I dunno... we'll just see if it works!

testpostthisis-hi!

hi. this is my blog. yay! I am sure it will be very exciting and fun for me and you. I am very excited. I look forward to all the exciting adventures we will share through this exciting new online adventure sharing format. I hope we can be good friends. Visit my blog every other day or every 3-4 hours and there will be a new and exciting thing for you to read about or do! I promise! Now I have to go, for now. I have a toothache and a headache and it's time to go hit the bar. Nice to meet you!