it had to happen eventually.
so, i haven't been writing much here, and i've barely been keeping up with other people's posts, so it's entirely unfair of me to expect others to read this, but i'm feeling super-excited because i've found yet another facet of life that i am incredibly passionate about and want to share with the world.
i feel like i should explain my recent detachment from keeping up with the goings on of everyone else, though, because this really is the only way that i get to keep in touch with some of my favorite people, and i sometimes feel like i suck a little bit for that.
so, since i've been super-jazzed about last semester's finals, the following things have happened:
still dealing with lingering getting-hit-by-car issues. suckage ensues.
went to mexico for a show. hoping to get a contract for traveling shows every other weekend, although extensive travel time would seriously cut into eugene-seeing time, already in low supply and high demand. running an art gallery, as well. and taking fifteen units. at three campuses. without a scooter. and trying to move to the haight/ashbury area.
i really am more content when i'm busy, though, and more productive as a result of said contentedness, so hopefully i don't burn out before the semester's over. if i can keep this up, i should have my associate's by fall, and fuck sfsu and their over-enrolled apparel design program.
on the topic of school, i have an amazing schedule of classes, including human sexuality on tuesday nights, which prompted me to watch "kinsey" tonight, which has led to a whole dump truck of other thoughts.
i'm already falling in love with the study of human sexuality, which just makes it incomprehensible to me how people survived psychologically before kinsey's work really approached issues of human instinct without taboo and sin and guilt. it also makes me grateful that i've been able to grow up in such an open environment, but sad that there are so many people no doubt feeling negatively about themselves and their own bodies and instincts because of the limited knowledge, or lack there of, that is available to them.
which led me to talking to eugene about how revolutionary his findings were, similarly to the sexual revolution of the sixties and the technological revolution(s) of recent(ish) years, but what is our revolution going to be? because i don't honestly feel like a part of the technological, which was slightly older than me, but not quite as old as my mother's generation. and if we are experiencing one of some sort, would we realize it before it was too late? or would it cease to function properly as a revolution if we were too self-aware?
and also, how is it that other cultures are so ready and willing to expose themselves to us? like the foreign student from yemen in my business of modeling class, who is not a fashion major, but who is taking the class in an effort to better understand our culture, which is so image-conscious and "beauty" oriented, and even considered blasphemous and vulgar to the culture he was raised in. i think that what he is doing is at least as radical on the same level as kinsey's surveys of sexual histories in the early 1950's, yet very few americans (although not all, of course) seriously study abroad, let alone go so far out of their way to experience the standards of another culture with such immersion. as an american, it is possible to travel through almost any major global trade city without speaking another language, yet foreign tourists travel in un-paralleled droves to the united states, not expecting anyone to speak dutch, finnish, portuguese, welsh, etc. furthermore, what happens if we -- with our comparatively little knowledge of global languages and cultures, no longer have our high horse of economic power to bully other cultures into submitting to our deficiencies with? i just wish that people would take more opportunities to learn different languages and travel and experience different cultures so that we could represent ourselves better (because even in my limited experiences abroad, it really is embarrassing to be an american).
i don't know why -- i guess i was just having a lot of thoughts tonight and got tired of keeping them to myself in my little room. i think i'm done now.
i feel like i should explain my recent detachment from keeping up with the goings on of everyone else, though, because this really is the only way that i get to keep in touch with some of my favorite people, and i sometimes feel like i suck a little bit for that.
so, since i've been super-jazzed about last semester's finals, the following things have happened:
still dealing with lingering getting-hit-by-car issues. suckage ensues.
went to mexico for a show. hoping to get a contract for traveling shows every other weekend, although extensive travel time would seriously cut into eugene-seeing time, already in low supply and high demand. running an art gallery, as well. and taking fifteen units. at three campuses. without a scooter. and trying to move to the haight/ashbury area.
i really am more content when i'm busy, though, and more productive as a result of said contentedness, so hopefully i don't burn out before the semester's over. if i can keep this up, i should have my associate's by fall, and fuck sfsu and their over-enrolled apparel design program.
on the topic of school, i have an amazing schedule of classes, including human sexuality on tuesday nights, which prompted me to watch "kinsey" tonight, which has led to a whole dump truck of other thoughts.
i'm already falling in love with the study of human sexuality, which just makes it incomprehensible to me how people survived psychologically before kinsey's work really approached issues of human instinct without taboo and sin and guilt. it also makes me grateful that i've been able to grow up in such an open environment, but sad that there are so many people no doubt feeling negatively about themselves and their own bodies and instincts because of the limited knowledge, or lack there of, that is available to them.
which led me to talking to eugene about how revolutionary his findings were, similarly to the sexual revolution of the sixties and the technological revolution(s) of recent(ish) years, but what is our revolution going to be? because i don't honestly feel like a part of the technological, which was slightly older than me, but not quite as old as my mother's generation. and if we are experiencing one of some sort, would we realize it before it was too late? or would it cease to function properly as a revolution if we were too self-aware?
and also, how is it that other cultures are so ready and willing to expose themselves to us? like the foreign student from yemen in my business of modeling class, who is not a fashion major, but who is taking the class in an effort to better understand our culture, which is so image-conscious and "beauty" oriented, and even considered blasphemous and vulgar to the culture he was raised in. i think that what he is doing is at least as radical on the same level as kinsey's surveys of sexual histories in the early 1950's, yet very few americans (although not all, of course) seriously study abroad, let alone go so far out of their way to experience the standards of another culture with such immersion. as an american, it is possible to travel through almost any major global trade city without speaking another language, yet foreign tourists travel in un-paralleled droves to the united states, not expecting anyone to speak dutch, finnish, portuguese, welsh, etc. furthermore, what happens if we -- with our comparatively little knowledge of global languages and cultures, no longer have our high horse of economic power to bully other cultures into submitting to our deficiencies with? i just wish that people would take more opportunities to learn different languages and travel and experience different cultures so that we could represent ourselves better (because even in my limited experiences abroad, it really is embarrassing to be an american).
i don't know why -- i guess i was just having a lot of thoughts tonight and got tired of keeping them to myself in my little room. i think i'm done now.