So - a fresh attempt and I'm really psyched, this is going to be all about how we see ourselves (and want to be seen by others) through the stuff we choose to surround ourselves with. It's not a space where I'm going to trash materialism and righteously preach the intrinsic value of the human spirit when not weighed down by our oppressive, stuff-ridden world. I'm actually very interested in why and how these frameworks are meaningful, and what the consequences (positive and negative) are of constructing identity by way of association. I like (as I continue to remind you all) old things, mismatched socks, dresses, french toast, origami, laughing so hard that my stomach hurts, sleeping in a boat, those little birds that hang out in parking lots, unusual words (like defenestration and quixotic), green things, etcetera. I also like being a female but sometimes like to think about what it would be like to be a boy (mostly because I always wanted to be a superhero and all of the coolest ones are boys); I've accumulated a number of underrated instruments and that brings me great satisfaction; I work at a small public library and I shelve books; these aren't useless things, but it is fascinating that, without even thinking about it, we allow them to become us - want them to become us because it's so uncomfortable feeling in-between. It's a struggle, always has been, to define ourselves thoroughly; by aligning ourselves with certain occupations, preferences, values, objects, groups, beliefs, and interests we are able to paint a picture of who we are in and out; we are the things we are made up, like jars filled with an eclectic mass of things that somehow belong to the same collection. And it does; it feels like I'm collecting myself thing after thing, as if each addition reenforces this person and elaborates her. I like this; let's explore more together.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Making A Statement
For the past couple of weeks, I tried to put together a nice blog about the relationships between imagination & decay. I wasn't happy with it. Why? I think it's because my blog says something about me, and I don't know if I was comfortable with that something being an obsession with rusting toaster ovens and the unfathomable atrocities of human history. Furthermore, I worked for hours and hours (and more hours) trying to string together the components of the concept; it was tedious and strained and surprisingly not as rewarding as I expected all of the effort to be. So clearly, I didn't feel contended with the representation of myself that was taking shape. Under oath, yes, I do love crooked mailboxes and dabble occasionally in tracking down eighty-nine-year-old, non-functioning cameras on e-bay. BUT I wanted to do something that truly excited me for this blog and obviously, that wasn't it!
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i. awesome.
ReplyDeleteii. ... what more can I say?
iii. a clock.
iv. uhh... I fit in a few sizes (well. two)
v. to find someone who's been vaporized.
vi. drag in an unsuspecting victim
vii.
the cow goes "muu."
the cow goes "muu."
the cow goes "muu."
the cow goes "muu."
viii. uhh... a haiku!
if I were to ask
whether you knew who I was
what would you have said?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
that is all.
1) ME
ReplyDelete2) super awesomely fantastically greatly handsome incredibly smart poor but funny tall strong fit loves to be silly is this enough words or should i keep going.. how about awesome did I say that one already oh ya i did wow this really is alot of words i should stop now.
3) Pie
4) um 9.5 you know what they say about guys with big feet? Damn you got big feet.
5) take a close up photo of the horizon
6) put all the wrap yourself in toilet paper
6b) don't have one yet but when i do I'll keep count
7) Quack
Quack
Quack
Quack
8) once there was a man. sitting on a rock, looking out at the ocean. when a bird crapped on his head. he was pissed
1. Here
ReplyDelete2. (taken from old blog tags)
animation
anime
anime club
anime north
annoyances
apartment
art
aunt problems
awesome
birthday
boxes!! @_@
camp
cephalopodmas
choice
christmas
comic
computers
confliction
conventions
crab-monkey
cthulu
cuttlefish
dinner party
disgaea
dood
doom
ds
dub
election
emotional
failure
figures
friends
future
garugamesh
gashapon
gifts
gitaroo
graphic novel
gurps
gurumin
haruhi
holiday
host club
impressions
ipod
irl
japan
jeanne
life
livejournal
lord cyber
meme
move
music
naruto
new years
nothing
octopus
odin sphere
penny arcade
persona 3
persona 4
pixar
playstation
pokemon
presents
prinny
ps2
ps3
psp
ragnarok
random facts
rant
residence
resurie
review
rp
rpgs
school
sculpture
sega
shaman king
sku
smash bros
sonic
squid
steve irwin death
superior culture lol
tales
tape
teacher
teddie
tri-stat
trip
update
vacation
vent
video games
voice
wall-e
york
youtube
zelda
3. Webcam
4. 12-13W
5. Super Powers
6. Use the bathroom
6b. This is a second part of the bathroom stall question? Is there something about my future or human reproduction in general no one has told me?
To answer the questions: Infinite; until age 120.
7.
There are four lights
There are four lights
There are four lights
There are four lights
8. (I apparently wrote this and called the file a poem, weird.)
There is a way int the internet to decide of the area of effect damage is exactly the same as the internet I see every night. Therefore I have determined that there is a significant difference in the way we see the world vs. the way we experience it in the realm of dreams or eve the simple sense of smell. It is in this that I hope to determine the statistical averages of the flightless dodo birds long since extinct and known only by their stuffed bodies which are still housed in several zoos to this day