Thoughts from the Post-Scriptum

we all knew it was just a matter of time before she went shopping again

another asian baby... angelina that is so five years ago! the emerging baby trend is latin america or eastern europe, but asia? meh.

the project is coming...

that's all i'll say about it for now.

i'm fucking stoked.

U.S. School suspends students for using the word vagina. [Click Here]

What the hell is wrong with people?

They are so damn 'intellectual' and rotten that I can't stand them anymore....I [would] rather sit on the floor in the market of Toluca and sell tortillas, than have anything to do with those 'artistic' bitches of Paris.
~Frida Kahlo

i just finished reading the frankfurt school's cannonical text "The Culture Industry: Enlightenment as Mass Deception"

I feel depressed.

so as most of you know i'm a big basket case most of the time: i'm absent minded, i leave my socks lying around everywhere, there is usually a trail of crumbs behind me, i drink to excess, i curse, i can go from calm to fuming mad in 3.2 seconds or less.

not exactly a gleaming letter of reference.

and yet somehow i've managed to end up with someone who sees past all of my insanity and puts up with my demands, he let's me watch my t.v. shows even if it means kicking him out of the living room.

i must have been a hare krishna in a past life or something to get this sort of cosmic payoff.

i'm full of piss and vinegar this week.

my tutorials are frustrating the living crap out of me.

i've made myself available, i've encouraged them to bring me their draft essays for reviews and revisions, i even offered extra office hours for people who couldn't make it during my office hours. all said and done i've have five students out of fifty bring me their stuff, two of those students didn't even need my help so much as they needed to hear they were on the right track.

i'm taking a class in another department, i thought it would be a really cool theory mixed with practice course and its turning out to be the sesame street version of academic work. i sit there for three hours and wonder why the hell i didn't take visual culture with my thesis supervisor as originally planned. the project is coming aong nicely though so i should be happy about that, but if i wanted a creative degree i would be in an MFA program. this is bullshit.

i totally want to run away from home curl up and just take a nap whilst completely ignoring all the grown-up things i don't want to do. the self-destructive parts of me wants to consume large amounts of red-wine, chocolate croissants and smoke a pack of gauloise cigarettes.... mmmm, it sounds heavenly!

this ends now.

i've been feeling out of sorts lately, i miss the crazy intensity that i felt when i was working on a project. the long intense night fueled by coffees, redbulls and lots of water, the bedraggled me that got shit done and did it well.