Have Mercy, Loretta!

Finally! Another post!

I think I might have a direction for this blog, at last, at last.

I've been baking quite a bit lately and I'd like to review the recipes. I'm not great at writing about anything else mostly because I'm cynical as sin. Write about what you know, right? Sure. I know baking enough to where I can comment on recipes and give hints and hype myself up for culinary school next year. (which I've definitely settled on. I'm telling my family that I'm still considering DAAP but that's just for peace sake.)

What I've baked this holiday season thus far:

Sour Cream Chocolate Cake Cookies

Bad Reputation Blondies

Chocolate Oatmeal Drops (so easy and DANK)

Brownies

I have been a real scrooge this season. I've recently become obsessed with recognizing how mindless society is because of corporate America and the government (which go hand in hand). I keep seeing correlations between the Christmas holiday and their control over us. It's incredible how petty it all seems to be but this is when everyone is the most stressed. People get themselves in tizzies over trees, lights, parties, cards, gifts, and traditions. I hate Christmas lights. I hate Christmas cards. I hate Christmas music. I'd much rather celebrate making it through another year by just being around the people I love without having to think about all those disposable things. We do the same thing every single year and for what reason? To celebrate a nonexistent god that strikes fear in the majority of America with pagan-rooted traditions? It's not that I like being all humbug and whatnot...I just don't agree with this nutty glorification. Why is Christmas the only holiday with music specifically for it? Because this is the one where we are made to spend the most money so they must glamorize it as much as possible. Bugger.

My dad also becomes his worst around this time. Maybe those are just the Daddy issues talking.

Currently:

Listening to The Roots: Do You Want More?!!!??!

Reading Fruits- a look at bizarre Japanese street style

Making French Toast and Coffee for John before he heads to work

Cuddling with my kitteh and smothering his majesty with unbearable hugs and kisses

Watched An Unreasonable Man last night: Nader is a pretty cool dude.

Applied for my Montana summer job yesterday! Awaiting that call.

Guest Room

I'm on another blog!

Almost Four Stars.

my 2009 music recommendations. check it out.

Fraternity Blues

Final Project for Digital Foundations (Self Portrait):

Currently:

Reading In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan

Listening to A Hawk and a Hacksaw

Slowly crawling my way through the last week of class

Feasting upon Edamame (or, you know, just salty soy bean pods)

Consequence of Sounds

Hanging around Katydid's apartment in Chicago. This morning we discussed our favorite albums of all time. Tough list. Imma tackle it.

Top Ten (in no particular order because that's too difficult):

1. Regina Spektor: Songs

2. Bob Dylan: Blood on the Tracks

3. Neutral Milk Hotel: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea

4. Fleet Foxes: Fleet Foxes

5. Beirut: The Flying Club Cup

6. The Black Keys: The Big Come Up

7. Islands: Return to the Sea

8. The Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs

9. Modest Mouse: Building Nothing Out of Something

10. St. Vincent: Actor

I feel like half of this could change in a year or so. People change though, it's inevitable. Currently, however, this is it.

Tim, I Wish You Were Born a Girl

A few things you'll find in my notebook:

1947. 273 Female Servant of Offering Bearer

Middle Kingdom, late Dynasty 11 or early Dynasty 12

2050-1900 B.C., wood with painted decoration

"on the patio."

a drawing of a mermaid.

To Do:

read for English and blog

philosophy paper

philosophy online quiz

Design & print

Brainstorming for Philosophy paper:

The Treasure of Sierra Madre

Nature of Man

Howard, Fred Dobbs, Curtin

Brainstorming for PostSecret:

I can't believe I missed out on that threesome!

I miss making out with girls.

I know he'll leave. This is my preparation.

Themes:

mustache- party, self adhesive, Mark and analyzation, silhouette, Kara Walker, becoming my father

potato- tattoo, carving

November 2, 2009, 10:53 AM

Dear Jasper,

I am writing things I've been thinking but cannot say to anyone.

We've been here before, we'll be here again. I know what we should be but it is unlike the lifestyle we both lead. We are both travelers with opposing paths. I could handle it because my trust in him is unbearable. I have never written this way before because I've never felt this before. And so young. We found each other early. I am not fond of the concept of fate but how can it be so otherwise? How did all of this just fall in my lap? Had I never dated JR I would not have transferred to UC. Had I not transferred I would have never met Jake. I wouldn't have met Lauren. We'd never get the apartment. What if we'd signed the lease the first day and ended up on the first floor? It would never be leased to someone else in that 24 hours and we would have never seen Loft D. And I would have never met John. Then what if I never posted on craigslist? What if Miles went away like he planned and never told me about John? What if I had never decided on contacting him again?

And what, then, when he leaves?

I will have to let him go as I'd want him to let me if I were the one leaving.

This week: Tues 6:30-10:30, Thurs 7:30-10:30

"I'll play a tune for thee and you'll do the same for me. Let's be the needle on each other's vinyl, the laser on our hard discs."

"within 20 seconds she tore up that corner, throwing around the wooden and metal stools like, 'Gotta get this pwrpnt going NOW!' she even threw her scarf over her shoulder 'defiantly' as if she meant business."

Brainstorming for Unhealthy Obsession project:

-illegal music downloading

-coffee

-baking

-collecting for collage

-bruises

-scribbling/doodling

Am I Dimmer Every Day?

A few things:

1. I am 20 years old today. Life goes on.

2. This past Saturday night changed my life. I experimented with perception again. John read One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest to my while I painted an egg carton. It was one of the happiest moments of my life and I realized I'd like many more like them.

3. I severely dislike football and most sports in general. I cant stand how mindless society can be. I understand the sense of community but I wish we'd all gather around something more substantial.

4. The world is a very large place and I am not a very big person. I hope I can explore it and take care of it and express my appreciation for it somehow, someday.

5. One day, I want to sell all my materials and condense my belongings to a medium-sized backpack.

6. Psychological egoism or something like it seems most likely real.

7. He's got eyes like Oklahoma.

8. Imagine a bakery that uses ingredients from an organic farm owned by the same person!

9. Coffee will never be out of style.

10. I am beginning to recognize books and movies as incomparable entities. Each are their own art form. Thus, the phrase, "I like the book better." seems silly to me.

Thanks for listening.

Currently:

Listening to Bishop Allen

Sitting in the DAAP cafe, as usual

Anticipating Burger Madness with John this evening

Reading Wiki articles on bands and whatnot

When You're Loved Like You Are: Spike the Senses, Disconnect the Dots, and Climb the Ladder

This Monday a few things will occur. At 1:17 pm on this monday, November 16th, I will turn the age of twenty. No longer a teenager yet confused to all hell like one. I will also be displaying the fourth project of my Methods & Concepts class at the Contemporary Art Center in downtown Cincinnati. It was a group work that I will not attempt to explain other than it had to be a response piece to the contemporary artist currently showing there, Anri Sala. Our project involves an eight-minute video that will loop on five screens in rounds for two hours.

here is the video: Love & Communication.

This past weekend was one of the best in my life thus far. I experimented with the depths of my perception on Friday with Lauren. The large walk in "closet" in our apartment contained stacks of cardboard boxes thrown in there after we moved in. Each and everyone ended up covered in paint. My abstract eye took over, my appreciation for line weight and color has never been so immense, and i made prints with orange halves like a kindergartner. It was magnificent! I don't think I have been that creatively liberated or productive in my entire life!

"But what if one of these days your heart just stops ticking and they sorta don't find you til' your cubicle is reeking?"

On Saturday John and I went to the middle of no where in a park in Kentucky and set up camp in the woods. We built a campfire together and crammed our bodies together in the smallest tent known to man for warmth. Sunday, we woke up and did yoga on flat rocks in a creek nearby, then went hiking back to civilization. Afterwards we made it back just in time for our coed soccer team's (the obsequious sycophants) first match. We lost, miserably, but it was great exercise and tons of fun.

"The world that has made us can no longer contain us and profits are silent then rotting away."

John and I had grown up talk next to the campfire and on the rocks just before yoga. I have concluded that I do not want to finish art school. In just the first quarter I have watched many creative souls be crushed and squashed and become humiliated and debilitated. I have watched art being butchered. It is not a very practical degree in the first place and I do not feel I need the schooling to develop myself as an artist. Instead, I would like to go to school for something that will require training and be somewhat of a challenge rather than somewhat of a clusterfuck. I'll finish out the year but by next fall I hope to be attending Cincinnati State for the culinary institute, specifically the pastry arts. I'm gonna get a degree in baking, gosh dern it.

"Imagine you go away on a business trip one day. When you come back home your children have grown and you never made your wife moan."

I simply want a degree as soon as possible so I can get out of this city and start venturing around this beautiful country, and possibly some other parts of the world. I dream of organic farms in Arizona and Alaska. I also dream of more schooling later on, around the age of 24, when I have become an independent so I can receive a full ride to Marharishi Univeristy of Management in Iowa. There, I hope to study for a bachelor's degree in sustainable living. and study abroad!

"And everything is plastic. And everyone's sarcastic. And all your food is frozen and needs to be defrosted."

I may not be getting much from my books and power point lectures but I am certainly learning about myself this year. I have never felt so in tune to my passions and desires. I have never been so at peace with who I am and what I am growing in to. Simply put, I have never been so happy.

Currently:

Reading The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon

Listening to Með Suð Í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust by Sigur Rós

Munching on a banana

Snuggling with Mr. Morris