The thing about archiving is that you have to have a particular type of personality to really do it for the long term. Like sales- if you can't easily approach people and if you can't turn on being personable and pleasant then you can't really do sales. Maybe you'll find a boss to prop you up behind a counter for a while, but they will eventually ( Read more... )

What is the matter with people. Those people over there, right there yes right where I'm pointing. Those despicable piss-ant morons, those mouth-breathing self-important fucktards, those people lacking any human sensitivity, any idea of what constitutes tact or compassion, those people so oblivious that they don't even realize they're turning the ( Read more... )

 Lesson learned no. 15,893,520: bacon sushi is actually really, really horrible.

Exhibition opening number two in three days. One to go. I'm hiding from the festivities in my room- honest to god, it's the first half-hour i've had to myself all day.

Am exhausted as fuck.

Every few minutes I post another comment to the Ynet article about the closing of the information center where I work. It takes a little bit of time before comments pass moderation, and during that time I tidy up my room a bit and invent another alter-ego. As the evening wears on and I get into character I use more and more exclamation points. My ( Read more... )

I got double-booked for both a demo against the war and a drag show. Same city, exact same time. Wonderful. On the one hand, my work ethic says to do what I've already committed to- the show. Bailing out on the organizers would be a deeply shitty thing to do, esp. since the line is a group/community effort and relies greatly on volunteer work to ( Read more... )

When I first started identifying as bi (6 years ago, jesus has it been that long?) I told my parents almost immediately. It was important to me that they know, even if I didn't understand completely what was going on myself. I was a little less clear with my extended family. I figured that one, it was none of their business and two, I didn't know ( Read more... )

Recipe for Good Times:

1. Spend the last year of art school not being sure of much, but at least knowing that teaching art is not for you. When people say to you, "well, at least you can teach art with your degree", respond with the phrase, "death first". Reflect on the time you spent as a counselor in a youth movement, and how much you disliked it ( Read more... )

There are some aspects of not having a lot of money that I really enjoy. I like most of the scrimping and scrounging, I like finding new uses for old things and building a lot of the stuff myself- when our window boxes are finished, for example, they're going to be completely awesome.

Other aspects, not so much. I kinda hate not being able to put ( Read more... )

Soo...yeah.

A few weeks after finishing the school year a curator calls me up. He's having an exhibition, he said, and he saw my works and liked them a lot, would I like to participate in what he's organizing? The answer to that question is always absolutely, just tell me how high to jump. Let's meet for coffee, he said, we'll talk shop. A huge pat ( Read more... )