look its a banana, no its big bird, no its... andrea!
ah, basic painting. how i do enjoy waking up on wednesdays and have my only responsibility be put on a pair of sweatpants and work in oils for four hours. the fruits of my labor have been a painting of a banana, an apple and um... myself (subject matter decided for me). hope i don't let my grandpa down, he used to do amazing oil paintings...
which was inspired by my fav artist, in (one of) my fav painting in my kitchen:
and, me... i spent a ton of time on it, only to realize, what the hell am i gonna do with a huge yellow painting of myself? i think i'm gonna give it to jeff, but i haven't decided if that's creepy or not yet.
not too much new to say for myself, just holding it down till i get out of here. oh, but i AM going to NEW YORK CITY for spring break. hells yeah. i'm going to visit jori, where she is a successful and beautiful photographer and artist. and jess is going too. and its gonna be sweet. and by sweet i mean freakin AWESOME.
well, i decided to post the last of my decent shots from my use of a good and tough-to-use camera last quarter:
this is the ba'hai temple. it's the only one in the US, and one of eight or nine in the world. and i can walk there. how lucky am i? ba'hai is all about the unity of all religions and how each leader (buddha, mohammed, jeebus, zoroaster etc.) is each a profit for the same holiness. if i didn't find religion such a drag, i'd be a ba'hai.
this is my city! its a damn shame i don't get down there more. but i'll remedy that this weekend...
these are the corn cob buildings! marina city condos - featured on the cover of the wilco yankee hotel foxtrot album. (did i mention i dated a dude who lived in em? hells yeah)
quack.
from the animal shelter:
MOM is coming to visit on the 30th. i have a feeling it will be sheer anarchy. i registered for classes: tolstoy (when else will i read war and peace?), intro to buddhism and a sociology class simply titled "the mafia." and its with my favorite professor ever, and ex-KGB armenian who called himself a hobbit once in a 300-person lecture class. Georgi Derluguian is my hero.
today, my chinese politics professor narrated a convo between Mao, Kissinger, Nixon and Zhou Enlai using voices. i felt like i was in that episode of fam guy where brian is the sub teacher and dresses up like twain. that class does rock though. i want to be a chinese communist when i grow up.
i keep getting japanese bombed. [insert pearl harbor joke here] whenever i'm in kresge, i bump into my old professors, who rattle off japanese at me while we're climbing four flights of stairs. and i just have to huff and puff and try my best. i am in touch with my homestay fam again though, which is good.
lastly, my ipod died. x's over eyes, sad ipod style. now all my music is gone, and i'm using my circa-1992 yellow walkman tape player. but, i still have the ipod headphones, which has two benefits: 1. i still look like a rich snob and 2. if i get mugged, i'm gonna be like "TAPE PLAYER BITCHES!" and dance off gleefully.
no mas.
which was inspired by my fav artist, in (one of) my fav painting in my kitchen:
and, me... i spent a ton of time on it, only to realize, what the hell am i gonna do with a huge yellow painting of myself? i think i'm gonna give it to jeff, but i haven't decided if that's creepy or not yet.
not too much new to say for myself, just holding it down till i get out of here. oh, but i AM going to NEW YORK CITY for spring break. hells yeah. i'm going to visit jori, where she is a successful and beautiful photographer and artist. and jess is going too. and its gonna be sweet. and by sweet i mean freakin AWESOME.
well, i decided to post the last of my decent shots from my use of a good and tough-to-use camera last quarter:
this is the ba'hai temple. it's the only one in the US, and one of eight or nine in the world. and i can walk there. how lucky am i? ba'hai is all about the unity of all religions and how each leader (buddha, mohammed, jeebus, zoroaster etc.) is each a profit for the same holiness. if i didn't find religion such a drag, i'd be a ba'hai.
this is my city! its a damn shame i don't get down there more. but i'll remedy that this weekend...
these are the corn cob buildings! marina city condos - featured on the cover of the wilco yankee hotel foxtrot album. (did i mention i dated a dude who lived in em? hells yeah)
quack.
from the animal shelter:
MOM is coming to visit on the 30th. i have a feeling it will be sheer anarchy. i registered for classes: tolstoy (when else will i read war and peace?), intro to buddhism and a sociology class simply titled "the mafia." and its with my favorite professor ever, and ex-KGB armenian who called himself a hobbit once in a 300-person lecture class. Georgi Derluguian is my hero.
today, my chinese politics professor narrated a convo between Mao, Kissinger, Nixon and Zhou Enlai using voices. i felt like i was in that episode of fam guy where brian is the sub teacher and dresses up like twain. that class does rock though. i want to be a chinese communist when i grow up.
i keep getting japanese bombed. [insert pearl harbor joke here] whenever i'm in kresge, i bump into my old professors, who rattle off japanese at me while we're climbing four flights of stairs. and i just have to huff and puff and try my best. i am in touch with my homestay fam again though, which is good.
lastly, my ipod died. x's over eyes, sad ipod style. now all my music is gone, and i'm using my circa-1992 yellow walkman tape player. but, i still have the ipod headphones, which has two benefits: 1. i still look like a rich snob and 2. if i get mugged, i'm gonna be like "TAPE PLAYER BITCHES!" and dance off gleefully.
no mas.