This is now officially inspiration week

otherwise known as,
Why aren't you just writing your essays?

and; you know it's working when you're crying...

As far as inspirational men go,
Picasso is the cream of the crop.
In art, he is unmatched. Such a fucking beautiful soul..has never before or since.
Until someone dreams as big.

Listening to Dead Guys talk.

My new thing is, the thing of all young people finding their way, seeking advice. Like all people we seek an answer...I can't say that I found one but I sure found something. 

Because I need inspiration as I write about myself, and write my heart away to the world. All I think about is college lately... Man, I hope someone lets me in. So anyway, these inspirational speeches are really wonderful. This is Isaiah Zagar, I haven't heard him talk but I like the cut of his jib.

Isn't this a wonderful picture? I'm not sure why I love it so much...I would usually go for a culminating image of a persons essence. But...sometimes photos of artists aren't making art in their photos. Yeah.

I love it.

Background words of my life, currently.

 

The beautiful...Free(to Wear Sunscreen)

Baz Luhrman is my heart. <3

Anywho, here's some more inspirational men.

and a last bit of inspiration in the world..

And lastly, in

Randy Pausch's Last Lecture, he talks about Achieving Childhood dreams...and it's fucking inspirational. 

This quote really stood out to me.

"Experience is what you get when you don't get what you wanted."
That's beautiful.

November Attempts to

First week of November. 

My attempt to capture the morning fog, on a Monday(?) morning.

Moment in space

MLC glimpses.

Every Friday me and Brittney hang out. It's really wonderful. We're kind of all each other has now that we both inhabit the down part of town. At least, she's all I have.

 Rainy day in Portland, so beautiful, so light, so dark.
There is no capturing of such a perfect moment.

-
We went to Occupy and made cookies for people, and gave them out. :)

My attempts at being that annoying person that takes pictures with everyone but I really want more pictures with people so that's what I've become.

  Getting ready, after a really really wonderful day.    

and I was annoying flashing her while she was watching "Better Off Dead" in the dark.
Oh yeah. That's me.
Come at me. O_o

Fauxy Occupation

Halloween night, Occupy Portland.
Fuck it, I can't edit these they'll just look like shiiit.

Halloween, Brittney and I were 1 & 99%. I looked poor, and had a collar.
She was dressed pretty business cas.
We handed out Tootsie-rolls.

 

 "Everyone around here calls me mama, but he calls me bay-be."

The Ghost of Hip Hops' past

Occupiers still read. They're just like us!

Oh, to travel and love and live and die and college

FUCK. I want to travel so bad but it's so scary and I would do that right after college but not, because of the former, and also because I want to go to the latter.

"10 Things Entrepreneurs Don’t Learn in College

(The only good non-bitter useless one of the list. Also, it was beautiful.)
10. Happiness. We never learn how it’s a combination of the food we eat, our health, our ability to be creative, our ability to have sound emotional relationships, our ability to find something bigger than ourselves and our egos to give up our spiritual virginity too.

So I can tell you what I wish I did. I wish I had gone to Soviet Russia, and played chess, and then gone to India and learned yoga and health, and I wish I had gone to South America and volunteered for kids with no arms, and did any number of things. But people then say, “haha! but that cost money.” And they would be right. It would cost less than $100,000+ but would still cost some money. I have no idea how much.

But one of these days when the scars of college go away and I truly learn how to think. I might have better comebacks for these people. Or if I truly learn, I would learn not to care at all."


All I want in life right now is UC Berkeley. It's all I want.

Damn it

I missed the 11:11 to end all 11:11's.

Now none of my dreams will come true.
:(

And I realize right at 11:22.
Oh cruel fate,
you taunt me in
increments of 11.

English

I love it.

Mary-Bo-Blairy

Oh hello, Mary Blair.

Once again, Google has reminded me to listen to my fucking Simpsons calendar so that I don't absolutely drop the ball on recognizing bad ass people on their birthdays.
I used to look up every person on their birthday.

When will I learn that The Simpsons hold the answers to everything ?

So, this is amazing and I thought it was Disney at first!
Apparently, she did work with Disney. Of all the artists Walt worked with, she was his favorite!
So says the interweb, so trust that as you may.

Well, it's her birthday, probably most famous for being adorable.

I mean, c'mon.

Lookat thaaaaaaat.

P.S. It's Snoop Dogg's birthday.

I do get some things from that calendar.

I couldn't find my bad ass T-shirt homage to him this morning!

You're welcome.

I just took a study break from my Hamlet paper to do that.
Goodbye shower.
It's sad because it's true.

It was nice seeing you Marcel!
Man, do I want to drive stick...

everything

I miss everything about you,
though I hardly know you.

I long for
all that you are

because I know
I'm no part of that.

Wasted days

and wasted nights.

That is what today was. That's what today is.
There's the song to play me off.

In search of

I am in search of a new perfect raincoat.

Barely seen here is my current perfect rain coat. It's black and classy and buttoned and the length that I love so that when one is wearing a dress (which I rarely ever am) it's like you're wearing a trench dress over it and it reveals another dress. I always loved that in movies. &practically every one likes it, almost to a fault. 

I really like it too. 

Sooo I'm looking for non-black. Because everything I have is black. (Or gray my favorite)
&that's not very eclectic.
Speaking of music, which that word always reminds me of, music.
I have been really obsessed with this song, 

which has sprung me into my much needed and sought after Roots phase. I've waited for it for a while. I stumbled upon the Things Fall Apart album because I'm now reading the book by the same title. Which is actually really annoying because it's written in HUGE FONT like the young adult books I fucking hate and it explains every single thing. The simplest dialogue and most common phrase is foot noted and in bold. So half the page is footnotes and half of the half that is actual writing is in bold, which is a bother, to say the least. It's like reading Shakespeare(which I'm doing) but every single word is foot noted and you can't interpret anything on your own! Not to mention it's written in extremely simple language, which makes the book almost condescending.


Did I mention I hate young adult fiction?
Here's something, when I went to Wordstock 2011 (WOO!) there were a ton of young adult writers there; to a fault, I'd say. I did hear a little discussion by the author of Crank though. That was alright.
That rant cut short- I don't respect young adult fiction. At all.

So off of that Tangent Train, back to my quest for my rain coat!
I think the universe is telling me something, because two days in a row, on my way home I've seen two women with perfect, and I do mean perfect red raincoats. How often does perfection come?
Not usually twice.

So here I go on this quest that I was going to get right into but then I got distracted and just screwed around on the internet doing nothing on my only day off and didn't find my raincoat. Or even look. Now it's the end of this day and I even missed the Simpsons. Also, my eyes hurt.
So there I go on a bitching tangent.

And here I actually go, finally, after 10pm, to find this raincoat, for under $60.
Wish me luck.


On a side note, my brother has been watching The Matrix for a solid three days. Just sayin'.

I can tell that we are gonna be friends.

Met a boy
who likes Velvet Underground
and would read Brokeback Mountain with me.


that's pretty special.
I can tell that we are gonna be friends.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFRiHeAuuk8

&the other...I'll just say two things;

Actor. Dreams.

Tetris payed off

Today what I pretty much did was grocery shopping and woke up.

The wake up part actually proved to be very challenging...
I had to wake up at NOON, by my own force because tomorrow I have to be downtown at 3pm.

(I got out of bed at 2, for the record.)

Which sounds fucking stupid to 90% of you.
But-- the other day I thought I would wake up at eleven, 
and I ended up sleeping in till 4!

I am a zombie, by the way.


So anyway, I'm really afraid of over sleeping for this appointment because then maybe they won't take me as a volunteer at the children's museum&and all this terrible stuff will happen, and maybe I'm so tired I look stoned (,happens to me all the time! People think i'm stoned all the time..).


So anwyho, I had to down Nyquil (after sleeping tea) at 5am,
That was cool.

I'm not sick i'm just sick.

So after grocery shopping there was a fucking abundance of food.
Like a plethora of snacks, which after you've gone shopping you're really like,
"We still don't really have food."

And cramming the food in there was frustrating,
but in the end like a work of art.
(This makes me think of an article I read about what's in Prince's fridge)

...and so, there it is.
I am amazing.

If you're wondering what all those plastic bags are; they're 50 chicken patties.

If you're wondering what someone does with fifty chicken patties,
so am I.

talking 'bout my generation

“Our Generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. 
Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.”

Chuck Palahniuk

Funny people talking and glasses

I couldn't find a funny person wearing glasses so I'll give you this.

Fucking LOVE this wtf podcast with Adam Corrola. 

"I like everyone

and don't like everyone at the same time"

-Adam Corrola

bookmark;

DIY site that could be good or bad but I figure I will look at later.

I NEEEED

These beautiful glasses that I want.

(and will get)

eventually.

 

Also I left my glasses at my Tia's house who lives in the desert.

Talking Funny

Lately I've been obsessed with hearing funny people talk.

 

&this one just cause.

Dear Marc Maron,

Thank you for your Coca Cola rant.
You voiced my relationship with Coca Cola exactly.

Curent Obsession

WTFPodcast with Marc Maron.

"I remember when I was growing up in New Mexico there was always an AM station playing what seemed to be one long Mexican song that involved accordion, horns and a polka beat."

LOVE him. 

I used a really sexy picture of him and I didn't mean to...

Now here I am talking about how I love him.

I'm not really into him I just found and love this picture, anyway./

I do love him, well, 
because I love people who just talk, 
just love to talk.

Like me. 
Not to say that I'm an egocentric,

but I really love just, listening to people.

And I especially love listening to comedians.

They are so serious and at the same time so humorous 

At once, they are bright and dark in an odd shade of...gray.

Lovely gray, this color of life. This is what I love.

I guess you could say that from a clown, what I love the most are his tears. 

More than that, I love to laugh and I love to listen. 

And there it is.
Love your podcast and I love you Marc Maron.
(not that I wrote this to him. That would be weird.)

Left

June 28th

Day 1;

Today I woke up bright and early, felt great, took nyquil the night before.

Made me feel terrible, didn't really help me sleep.

Had some burny Eggs benedict, a la Omar.

And then we waited around for about two hours!

No shower or nothin'!

Then, off to the airport,

PDX took no time at allll to check in.

It was in fact too fast, and then we had about an hour and a half to do nothin with nothin.

Nothing I like to see more than a black guy shining a white man's shoes in a ten gallon hat.

With lotso' glare.

But no one would believe me, right?

These movey standy things are sooo fun.

all eyes on the big dog. I want to call him Marmaduke.

They still have Maramaduke in the paper here!

I love it, it's terrible. :)

No cool photo things came from this conveyor belt esque thing which I don't know the name of.

This lady was perfect.

I wish you could better see her yellow lanyard.

We go to the best ambiance music EVER,

this woman plays all kinds of acoustic beautiful pieces,

and there are really no words to describe.

I wanted the perfect moment to take her picture,

then she was done.
I almost felt like talking to her would break this unspoken awareness we all had.

Time stopped when they walked by her in the busy airport,

the music was entrancing.. And when it stopped it was all at once busy again.

Finally, we board the plane.

 

Here we see that Omar is much better at taking photos than me.

--

He put his brain in a cup.

&went to sleep.

Then we drove through Los Angeles, forrrrever

and everything was so commercial I love it.

Omar made me take these for him. :O

Look at that donut!

Aaron slept through literally the whole day but awoke once to eat Pollo Loco.

Which was amazing, of course. 

Hello childhood, I missed thy chicken.

(filled with nostalgia and probably other stuff)

 

So then after that, my grandma wanted us to "rest" which means be very bored with nothing to do and not go out and that's what we did.

And so the day ended, in a lull.

Omar hates this picture...don't tell him I posted this.

This last picture won't load so screw it.