Christmas Day...  

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It's 12:04 on December 26.
Christmas has come and gone.
I used to feel the swell of holiday joy growing steadily in the weeks before x-mas; I used to smile at every light-covered house and lay on the floor gazing at the twinkling tree.

It just wasn't the same this year.
Maybe it's because I'm moving.
Maybe I'm just getting older?
I don't know. It wasn't cold out at all. It seems like we've only had our Christmas trees for a few days. The dinner tonight flew by, and some of the family was absent.

I think I'm just feeling some pre-move homesickness. It will take A LOT of getting used to the fact that Mom won't be home to cook dinner, that Ron won't stop by to make cocktails, and that Dad and his lovely pups won't be a short drive away. I won't be able to pick up Nana to go to the beach, or listen to Gabby gibber on for hours on end. I am very very very close to my family. I will miss them more than they know. I have a huge problem leaving. I guess it's abandonment issues? I feel terrible for leaving my family alone, because I worry that something might happen when I'm gone, and I could never forgive myself.

This is going to be the hardest few weeks of my life.

But I do love Christmas the very most. My mom is hilarious, she likes to wait until the very moment of christmas-present-opening surprise to yell out "Where's the CAMERA!" Mom, it's too late. Then we have to fake the moment. She was also playing Gabby's new Wii which was HI-larious. Her and Donna cannot grasp the "flick of the wrist" concept and slide all over the floor with crazy gesticulations. Gabby accidentally got punched in the teeth from a wild swing during Wii Tennis. Nana got a laptop from all of her children. She was beaming ("WHERE IS THE CAMERA!") I brought this handicapped homeless man I see every now and then on the corner a plate full of Christmas dinner. I almost got hit by a steeeupid Hummer trying to run it over to him. Bottom line: if you drive a new "Hummer," you're lame.

Merry Christmas.

Christmas is all around me...  

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As tacky and lame as it sounds, I spent my day knitting a scarf and watching one of my all-time favorite movies, Love Actually.

Perhaps you should see this film before you go passing judgment on my questionable taste in cinema. It's funny, almost sickeningly touching, and BRITISH! The film somehow weaves together about 10 love stories, not all of them requited. My personal favorite is the recently cheated-on English author/pretty Portuguese maid shindig.

Jaime (the Brit) seeks refuge in France after discovering his girlfriend is cheating on him with his own brother. His maid, Aurelia, takes care of him, and they fall in love during the course of his stay. They speak to each other in their own alien tongues. In spite of this, they are often saying the exact same thing:

Jaime:: It's my favorite time of day, driving you.
Aurelia:: [in Portuguese] It's the saddest part of my day, leaving you.

J:: Erm. Would you like the last, uh...?
A:: [in Portuguese] Thank you very much but no.
J:: No?
A:: [in Portuguese] If you saw my sister, you'd understand why.
J:: That's all right, more for me.
A:: [in Portuguese] Just don't go eating it all yourself, you're getting chubbier every day.
J:: I'm very lucky I've got one of those constitutions where I never put on weight.

Blah blah blah, he learns Portuguese, and returns to find Aurelia. Jaime shows up at her house, asks her father for her hand in marriage, and...well...this is by far the funniest scene in the movie. "Apparently he is going to kill Aurelia!"

I cry every time. Wuss.

I also almost cry every time when Mark gets shafted by Kiera Knightly for the ugly bug-eyed black guy. So romantic. Barf.

Emma Thompson is probably the best actress ever for the scene where she cries listening to the CD her philandering husband just gave her for Christmas. Also gets me.

The little weird kid's mom dying. Double barf cry time.

Keira Knightly is still a bitch.

Ah, the Joys of College.  

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All from Overheard in New York:

Blonde: I just had the meanest thought in the whole world.
Guy: I doubt it.
Brunette: Tell us what it was, and then we'll judge.
Blonde: Okay, well, I hope that Tim and Tom don't realize we have a Spanish test tomorrow, because I always study way more than them and they still score, like, 20 points higher than me.
Brunette: Oh, that's not mean. There are way meaner thoughts, like I hope Tim and Tom catch rickets so they're too sick to take the test.
Guy: Yeah, or like let's force all the Jews out of Germany and burn them in an oven.

--Fordham University

Chick: ... And that's how I had a miscarriage. Oh! That reminds of a funny story!


Guy #1: Shut up! Why are you so obsessed with sombreros? Every time I talk to you it's sombreros, sombreros, sombreros!
Guy #2: Isn't this, like, the first time we've ever talked?
Guy #1: Yeah, and it's about sombreros, isn't it?


Drunk Guy: That girl's tits are huge! And it's snowing!


Two NYU girls are walking downtown and one trips and falls on the street.
: Did you have a nice trip? I'll see you next fall!

NYU Girl: Hey...where's your home?

--Water & Fulton

NYU boy #1: Dude, let's go to Delaware. I've never been there -- I didn't even know it was a state until the quarter came out.
NYU boy #2: Oh yeah, you told me that. That was like last week.
NYU boy #1: Yeah, man.

--University & Waverly

Almost makes me want a kitten...  

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But then I see this...

kitty wigs...

And I know cat people are too hardcore for me.

Because laughing > working  

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Dash Snow  

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I Started Out Younger At Most Everything 2007

New York artist Dash Snow creates Dada-like mixed media collages, installations, and photographs. I am intrigued and inspired by his work.

The End Of Living The Beginning Of Survival 2007

Tom Bendtsen  

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Tom Bendtsen builds architectural installations out of thousands of books. His "Argument" series references Greek columns, Roman arches, and the ancient walls of Jericho. The works are not only visually stimulating - they also attest to the barrage of knowledge and information (or smut, or ridiculousness, or inoculation, or useless trivia, etc.) contemporary human beings are faced with daily. Bendtsen states:

My earlier book towers sought to reflect the fragility of arguments, which are mostly inflexible in a history that is fluid. These towers are an attempt to make physical the Argument. History and the interconnectivity of subject binds these earlier pieces together, as titles play off one another across the surface of each work. These structures are at once cohesive and fragile. The more recent book structures have become concerned with colour and form as a method of ordering the texts, creating a chaotic interconnectivity between subjects across each surface. Most recently the works are concerned with colour and form exclusively, any historical connections are left to chance. The books are used as pixels to create an over-all landscape image.

Neva Elliott  

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Artist Neva Elliott has edited the New King James Bible down to it's essentials in her bookart project, The Elliott Condensed Bible. The four chapters - Do, Do Not, Shall, Shall Not - distill the book down to its essence: the laws of the Christian god. Its tongue-in-cheek humor for those of us who ever went to Catholic school and thought, "ENOUGH with the fucking rules!"

See more of Neva's work at

All I wanna do is...  

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M.I.A. and Diplo's "Paper Planes" is my favorite thing right now. Seriously.

I really need to invest in more wigs.


Why was I not informed?  

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Apparently there is a breed of dog named Nyctereutes procyonoides ("nycto-" = Gr. "night," "ereutes" = Gr. "wanderer," "procyon" = "raccoon," "-oides" = Gr. "-oid"), or Raccoon dog. I am completely enamored with these crazy looking little guys.

Raccoon Dogs are native to Japan, southeastern Siberia and Manchuria. Between 1929 and 1955, they were introduced to the European part of the Soviet Union and have spread rapidly since. They are now abundant throughout Scandinavia and the Baltic states, and have been reported as far as France and Italy. Average adult head and body length is about 65 cm (2 ft) and weight ranges from 4 to 10 kg (9 to 22 lb). Average litters consist of 5 pups. Longevity is 3–4 years in the wild and up to 11 years in captivity. They are found in both plains and mountainous regions and are especially common in woodlands. Raccoon Dogs are commonly seen near villages and in rural areas.


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Peter Callesen

Peter Callesen creates some amazing artwork out of cut paper.
"Most of his pieces use the cutout in the paper to create part of the imagery and the sculpture formed out of the cut area to complete it. You can't help but be amazed at how much thought, effort and delicacy goes into each piece of paper."


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There is really nothing cuter....


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I went to see the controversial historian Daniel Pipes speak on Militant Islam yesterday. I admit in hindsight that I went with the intention of disliking the man and his views. His unflattering website is a vortex of bigotry and ignorance, propogating the hatemongering of Bible-belt dropouts who know little to nothing about the Muslim faith. For example, his weblog "Advice to Non-Muslim Women against Marrying Muslim Men" was greeted with dozens of comments on the backward brutality and infidelity of Middle Eastern men as a whole.

So yes, I went in with the preconceived notion that this man was a Grade-A Douche. I still think he is a bit of an ideologue and a total bigot (AKA Mr. Douchebaggersons) when it comes to the Palestinian/Israeli conflict, but he gave a rather moderate speech on "Islamism" that attempted to avoid as much backlash as possible. What really pissed me off was the fact that the fat Brooklynite (president of MEANS, who "act in the interests of American national security against the Middle East") who invited him to speak fielded all the questions that were to be asked to Dr. Pipes. She rifled through the basket of questions, carefully choosing which ones were appropriate. Bitch couldn't even read properly. The lecture, and the Q&A, were ultimately vague and lifeless. I did not come away with any new information, but I also did not "boo" the speech, because it also wasn't entirely untrue. What he said did not warrent a reaction in me. It was mostly air.

What really discusted me, absolutely appalled me, was the attitude of some of the people who came to see the talk last night. A group of Muslim students (one with an awesome sign that said Zionism = Racism, mad props) came out to protest. A group was handing out fliers with a letter on one side and a list of Pipe's quotes on the other. As a friend of mine handed a copy to a white haired woman plastered in makeup, she asked "is this for or against him?" To which my friend replied, "that's for you to decide, if you'd like to read it." So the Q-tip gets bitchy, suddenly and says "you can't sway me, I've already made up my mind and you can't change it. I survived the Holocaust." Vague. Irritating. Ideologue. Later I see her smiling coyly at Pipes, applauding furiously after the Q&A. You'd think that someone who experienced genocide first hand would abhor racism in any form. Then I realized when she had applauded again...when he gave the two "options" he saw for the Palestinian/Israeli conflict: 1. All the Zionists are murdered and Palestinians reclaim their land in an all out bloody war. 2. Israel is recognized. He plainly stated that there could be no diplomacy, no sharing. Ugh. The whitehair could have easily said "I survived the Holocaust, we Jews deserve our own state for all that we've been through (and ignore any atrocites we might concoct in our pursuit of it.)"

That was not the height of the hatred. If I believed in demons, the next woman would be one of the Devil's closest. A bugged out old woman with bright red lipstick smeared over her stroke-dead face screamed "Go home! Get out! Go back to your country and stop ruining ours!" Every fiber in my body was tense with the stress of not strangling this woman on the spot. The Muslim group stood, solid and quiet, not giving the bitch an inch. There were so many elderly people sneering at the Muslim men and women throughout the speech. Whispers of "terrorist" and obscene stereotypes were intentionally loud enough to be heard. So much ignorance. I hate it.

I may not agree with the Muslim faith, but I have no problem with the people who do believe. When I speak to a person of a different faith I ask questions about the religion to try and understand. If I have a moral problem, I do not attack that person, but rather try to rationalize the idea by asking specifics. Like all good philosophers say, "attack the idea, not the person." For example, I don't agree with the idea of wearing the Hijab, but I would never insult a person for wearing one. I might ask, if it is appropriate, why the particular person chooses to wear a headcovering. But I would never scold them, or berate them for their choice nor would I jeer at their reason. I could say the same for Christian men and women who choose to wear or display a cross, or an Orthodox Jew who decides to grow his hair a certain way.

Respect people. There should be no room for hatred in our lives. People have every right to be angry, but direct your anger at the ideas. As long as bigoted, uninformed, racist ideas are in existence (which, sadly, they may always be) there will be bigots, ignorance, and racists. If the ideas are eradicated, then people will follow suit. Forget tolerance, we need acceptance.

There is nothing scarier than deep sea creatures.  

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Species: Promachoteuthis sulcus.

This is a real creature. It has a creepy human mouth.

Species: Eurypharynx pelecanoides

Species: Anoplogaster cornuta

Species: Grimpoteuthis

Well, this guy is kinda cute.

The most amazing thing...  

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Direct carving is the most incredible art form.

I really want to learn how to carve marble. It's years of painstaking work, and there can be NO mistakes. I want one aspect of my life with that kind of discipline.

And yea, I'm fucking nuts.

Sick day...  

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So I missed my first classes of the semester. I made it through Pre-Classical Art only to vomit midway through lunch. Getting sick in a school bathroom is re-dick-u-los. When you are in the comfort of your own home, you can snuggle the toilet as you puke your brains out. Not so in a public restroom. I had to hover my face over the bowl without touching the seat. Gross. Mission Impossible: In-School vomiting.

So anyway, I missed a drawing class and a Renaissance art class. I never miss class so I'm a bit perturbed about the whole ordeal. At least I got to check out the new LOLcats and catch up on some quality napping time.


Afraid to dream.  

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I have a reoccurring dream of losing all of my teeth. I'm usually sitting with friends or at school eating something or talking when suddenly, my teeth feel loose and fall out within minutes. Sometimes I even travel to the dentist in my dreams, holding my teeth in my hands, horrified.

Last night I had a dream that I was slicing tiny cuts into my boyfriend's ex-girlfriend's (no issues there...yeah, sure) forehead and putting little shards of metal into the wounds. I closed all the wounds so she would have horrible raised scars and then tattooed "SLUT" across her face in deep lines again and again. My boyfriend was next to me, like an aide. He already had the word "LIAR" on his face in raised letters. When I was finished, I woke the girl up and screamed "I AM THE BUTCHER"

I guess it's a deep seated, unconscious fury.
I don't like it.

Thou shall always kill.  

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This man is genius.

we played spin the bottle and stole plastic baby jesus  

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A wonderful high school friend of mine, the glorious Shanon Weltman, has a bea-ti-ful portfolio...


My favorite, the story of my


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I've had quite a few irrational fears over the course of my life, partially stemming from the genetic neurosis my mom has bestowed upon me, and partially from some inherent craziness. I've overcome many of them, so in the Halloween spirit, I'd like to share with you my wall o' fear.

Fishing Hooks (Semi-over it)

I think this stems from the time my brother hooked himself through the tendons of his finger after catching a fish in my aunt's back yard. There's something about that little barb that still creeps me out.

Pelicans (Most Disgusting Bird Award)

Ugh. They are awkward, have huge, rancid, flabby jowls tipped with sharp little beaks, beady little eyes...I really hate these things. They also have a tendency to swoop, and I am not a big fan of bird me. I got bit by one of these as a kid (TRAUMA!) while trying to feed little fish to a giant tarpon in the Keys.

Snake birds/Egrets (TERROR!)

Well, not terrifying anymore, but as a child these were the creatures of my nightmares. I'd dream of giant, 8 foot tall snake birds with their long creepy necks pecking at my windows, intent on eating my insides. I don't care what you say, these things are creepy.

Being Buried Alive/under Rubble (Greatest Fear)

This is one that I can't get over. It freaks me out to the greatest degree. Whenever I'm in a tall building, or on a subway, I get a little worried about it crushing me in rubble. The whole 9/11 movie did NOT help. Worst.


I do it pretty regularly, including 4 12-hour plus trips to and from Europe. It had been awhile since I had flipped out while flying until I went to St. Vincent over Spring Break. You take a tiny ass plane, and as you walk up to it on the runway you notice little things, like...oh...I don't know...SHOELACES tied together holding the prop from swinging in the wind. And once you get on, its really a party. There is a fine duct tape interior, holding up lights and parts. The flight attendent has one of those clunky oxygen tubes that elderly people push around if cabin pressure drops, and hands out Juicy Juice boxes 30 minutes into the flight. The best part of this wonderful experience is how the plane dips and shudders every time the pilot lets off the throttle. WHAT JOY!!

But honestly, my general fear of flying (in real planes) was only abated once I faced up to it. A good friend of mine is a pilot. She took me up in a little 2-seat Cessna, and although I almost shat my pants, I consider the ride a huge accomplishment.

Just a little post...  

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What time period would you place this work in? And from where?
Modern, say 1940s? Maybe a antique Maori work from New Zealand?

And this one? Was it the influence for the first, or influenced by it? Is it a limestone head from ancient Egypt? A Sumerian death pit find?

Let me tell you!

The first image shows three figurines from the Cycladic Period, from around 2500 BCE.

The bottom work is entitled Head, sculpted by Amedeo Modigliani in 1911.

If you knew this, bravo! You are smarter than I was this morning. If not, isn't it quite interesting, how some days it seems for all of our civilization, we've really gotten nowhere?

To what point and purpose?  

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Intruders at Paris' Orsay damage a Monet

PARIS (AP) — Intruders entered the Orsay Museum early Sunday and punched a hole in a renowned work by Impressionist painter Claude Monet, the French culture minister said. She described the damage as an attack on "our memory, our patrimony."

A surveillance camera caught a group entering the museum, which houses a major collection of Impressionist art on the Left Bank of the French capital along the Seine River. An alarm sounded and the group left, but not before damaging an invaluable painting, "Le Pont d'Argenteuil," an aide to Culture Minister Christine Albanel said by telephone. No arrests were immediately made.

Albanel told France-Info radio that the painting could be restored, but she deplored the attack on "our memory, our patrimony."

"This splendid Monet painting punched right in the middle," the minister said with emotion.

According to the aide, a 4-inch tear was made in the Monet. The official, not authorized to speak publicly on the matter, asked not to be named. Monet led the 19th century Impressionist movement, experimenting notably with light and color in works now deemed priceless.

"Le Pont d'Argenteuil" shows a view of the Seine at a rural bend, featuring a bridge and boats. Albanel told France-Info that she would seek improved security in museums and stronger sanctions against those who desecrate art. The break-in occurred during Paris' annual all-night festival which brings thousands of people into the streets for concerts and exhibits.

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I really just love how Bigfoot is number 2 of the site's Top Ten Unexplained Phenomena.

"For decades, large, hairy, manlike beasts called Bigfoot have occasionally been reported by eyewitnesses across America. Despite the thousands of Bigfoot that must exist for a breeding population, not a single body has been found. Not one has been killed by a hunter, struck dead by a speeding car, or even died of natural causes. In the absence of hard evidence like teeth or bones, support comes down to eyewitness sightings and ambiguous photos and films. Since it is logically impossible to prove a universal negative, science will never be able to prove that creatures like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness monster do not exist, and it is possible that these mysterious beasts lurk far from prying eyes."

Once again, I believe my "Guy-in-a-big-parka-because-its-cold Theory" holds water.

Even better, the section titled The Top 10 Intelligent Designs (or Creation Myths)

Already, with number 10, we've struck gold.
"With its bounty of brawny, barrel-chested gods and buxom goddesses, the ancient Norse religion of the Scandinavian and Germanic countries is truly the creation myth for fans of both pro wrestling and heavy metal music. According to Norse lore, before there was Earth (Midgard), there was Muspell, a fiery land guarded by the fire sword-wielding Surt; Ginnungagap, a great void, and Niflheim, a frozen ice-covered land. When the cold of Niflheim touched the fires of Muspell, the giant Ymir and a behemothic cow, Auehumla, emerged from the thaw. Then, the cow licked the god Bor and his wife into being. The couple gave birth to Buri, who fathered three sons, Odin, Vili, and Ve. The sons rose up and killed Ymir and from his corpse created from his flesh, the Earth; the mountains from his bones, trees with his hair and rivers, and the seas and lakes with his blood. Within Ymires hollowed-out skull, the gods created the starry heavens. What can we say: Pure metal magic!!"

The writers of this fine website obviously know nothing of heavy metal, or they would have included scorpions, barbed wire, and riffs.

I'm glad this site placed "The Genesis of the Judeo-Christian and Islamic Faiths" under the category myths (literalistic believers be damned!) Somehow, though, this is considered number one. Personally I find Greek, Hindu and Egyptian myths infinitely more entertaining. C'mon, who wants pray to one, boring, lonely god. I like the "party-mentality" of the pantheistic religions. Are you into wheat? I've got the god for you! Really like the easterly winds? There is a special immortal someone who shares your taste.

You here for the eternal party? Bacchus has the vino (or mojitos if you prefer!) and Apollo is DJing it up. Watch out for the Centaur frat, those mofos can party!