Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
MR. ADRIAN NORVID
Here is an interview of one of my most influential professors to date. Studying under him is like galavanting within a cabinet of curiosity, or better yet, a dream land of wood grain.
god bless you
Its amazing how humans and animals alike can involuntarily blow galaxies out of their nostrils and into the atmosphere. Oh look over there, the mucus way.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Keiko in the City
Keiko has been staying with us for a few days now and today we went out for Breakfast in Mile end. He wore his new Cardigan to stay warm in this freezing september weather! Doesn't he look fetching?
We love Keiko
I've been exthpecting u
Ive learned a new skill today! Its always important to learn new skills. I promise this is the last one...for today
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Celine? C'est Toi?
That my body froze in bed
If I just listened to it
Right outside the window
There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust
And I just knew my eyes were
Drying up forever
I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can't remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made
But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it's all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
And I hold you like that
It's so hard to believe but
It's all coming back to me
(It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now)
There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things I'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than any laws allow
Baby Baby
I was once in love
"Still today, I cannot cross the threshold of a teaching institution without physical symptoms, in my chest and my stomach, of discomfort or anxiety. And yet I have never left school." Jacques Derrida
Surgeon's General Warning
does your brain function good?
i put pasta on my face and pasta in my nose, pasta on my shirt and pasta in my roommates bed. i like my pasta in a bowl or my pasta on a truck, i eat my pasta in a chair or i eat my pasta with tate. i eat pasta when i am depressed and angry and sad and gloomy because its my muse. i make my own pasta and share it with friends. i mush up pasta with my teeth and tongue and sometimes even swallow it whole. i put pasta on the floor and pasta on paper. i twirl my pasta, i talk to my pasta, i don't even care anymore, i want to become pasta.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
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