Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Gun
Last night, instead of doing my homework I made a linoleum print of this Kurt Vonnegut illustration and quote from Breakfast of Champions. I printed it on some papers and fabrics and made a sweet embroidered patch and a case for my ipod today. I'm quite pleased.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Books!
Phase 1
Drawing class
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Breakfast of Champions
"Ideas on Earth were badges of friendship or enmity. Their contents did not matter. Friends agree with friends in order to express friendliness. Enemies disagree with enemies in order to express enmity."
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
one of my favorite poems
"Literal"
when they said he could walk on water
what it sounds like to me
is he could float like a butterfly
and sting like a bee
literal people are scary, man
literal people scare me
out there trying to rid the world
of its poetry
while getting it wrong fundamentally
down at the church of "look,
it sez right here, see!"
-Ani Difranco
when they said he could walk on water
what it sounds like to me
is he could float like a butterfly
and sting like a bee
literal people are scary, man
literal people scare me
out there trying to rid the world
of its poetry
while getting it wrong fundamentally
down at the church of "look,
it sez right here, see!"
-Ani Difranco
“Practical cleverness beats the crap out of spiritual wisdom on the battlefield and in the marketplace, as the West has made clear over the last 500 years. But cleverness without wisdom sooner or later destroys life. Maybe we can work out something here: let spiritual wisdom and practical cleverness meet each other halfway- where they can reach a dynamic equilibrium that brings us back into harmony with life as a whole.” -Anonymous
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
"All my bones, they are gone, gone, gone.
Take my bones, I don't need none.
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on!
Suck all day on a cherry stone.
Dig a little hole not three inches round-
Spit your pit in the hole in the ground.
Weep upon the spot for the starving of me!
Till up grows a fine young cherry tree.
When the bow breaks, what'll you make for me?
A little willow cabin to rest on your knee.
What'll I do with a trinket such as this?
Think of your woman, who's gone to the west.
But I'm starving and freezing in my measly old bed!
Then I'll crawl across the salt flats, to stroke your sweet head.
Come across the desert with no shoes on!
I love you truly,
or I love no-one."
-Joanna Newsom
Take my bones, I don't need none.
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on!
Suck all day on a cherry stone.
Dig a little hole not three inches round-
Spit your pit in the hole in the ground.
Weep upon the spot for the starving of me!
Till up grows a fine young cherry tree.
When the bow breaks, what'll you make for me?
A little willow cabin to rest on your knee.
What'll I do with a trinket such as this?
Think of your woman, who's gone to the west.
But I'm starving and freezing in my measly old bed!
Then I'll crawl across the salt flats, to stroke your sweet head.
Come across the desert with no shoes on!
I love you truly,
or I love no-one."
-Joanna Newsom
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
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