Friday, September 08, 2006

what you've all been waiting for...

you may recall, earlier this year when i was in panama, i talked about a childrens dance contest during carnival. i promised videos, and now 6 months later i'm making good on that promise. enjoy.

and here is a longer version, if you care to see.
this is a photo taka and i found one day walking down mission street, after a raggedy dude told me that once you go black you never go back. half a block later i told taka that once you go jap you never go back. this photo rules. it makes me so sad, and yet so confused. i'm assuming the guy in the photo cut out the photo of the woman and glued it on, but what was he trying to say? that she was standing next to him? that she lived in the u.s. too? that she is always on his mind, his momma? or maybe she died.

snake ate a sheep. i think. this is fucking bizarre looking. EXPLAINED!

this is from a photo shoot i was in a few years ago, my friend linnea's photographer girlfriend set up a disco party set and we all got dressed up in rediculous outfits. i ended up in a tube dress (???) and fed my friend kent a banana after we drank a bunch of absinth by accident. i took this picture of the girl who told me i looked good in a tube dress (lie), i never ended up seeing the photos from that night. thank god.

i woke up this morning really angry about my new job, and i sat in bed and wrote a long rant about it. but now it's just unfocused crazy-lady talk. you can read it in the comment section to but it's kind of annoying. here's a much better rant.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

things and stuff III

did you know i have a degree in pop psychology? yes, it's true. from the really hard school to get into AND graduate called Taura's School of Pop Psychology. the courses are hard, you have to read alot of texts. reading "women are from venus and men are from mars", "the idiots guide to depression", "palmistry revealed" and watching nanny 911 are some of the things we talk, homework is constant criticism of people on tv. because with my degree from Taura's School of Pop Psychology, i'm now qualified to be smarter than everyone. so, you may ask, where does this get me now? pop questions to my dad and like, "should i be an artist or a journalist?" and "could i move into your basement?" this is the one definitive thing i've figured out though, it's called Taura's law of 5. here it is explained.
so me, i only have room for 5 things in my life.

1)my day to day life, bills, checking my email and phone messages, doing laundry, and other maintenance type stuff.
2)my loved one (boyfriend)
3)my job (sigh)

so what do i fill the other two slots with? if i try to sneak 3 things into 4 slots, it won't work, and something else will get smooshed out. like when i decide that i need to make a feature length slideshow of legolas drawings with music, i stop cleaning my room and come in late to work. that's because i'm also trying to be a photographer and do a blog all the time and think about grad school and try to figure out if i should move into my parents basement in nebraska (again). you got to focus, and keep it to 2 things.
for me, 5 things is about right, for others with better concentration and more discipline, you may be able to take on 7 things. but if you push a baby carriage around with cardboard and old shoes in it, maybe you should stick to 3: eat, don't get raped, thinking about the future and how you're going to make it better. ok so that's mean. but you get my drift

i'm sooooo glad crazy 80's man got voted off project runway tonight...

(shit.... why does so many things have to be my fault i ask. and since when did i need to listen to you???)

this pic is from ellie's bbq last week, now she's on tour with robin and i'm sure they're missing me tons. well i'm missing you both tons, and robing, i wish you had come to sf instead of whatever upper northwest city you went to!! c/m.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

parafin wax hands

heath has one of those parafin wax tubs that they sell at walgreens, and at the bbq last weekend, we heated it up! it's like a vacation for your hands. it's great. it's not gross.