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[28 May 2005|01:18am] |
odd bird collective

well, it's been a while. i just wanted to let you austinites [and anyone else who's interested] know about our show.
thursday, june 9 7:00 ( art. ) music. et cetera.
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[17 Oct 2004|09:45pm] |
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[08 Oct 2004|11:34pm] |
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how am i not myself?
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[02 Oct 2004|02:44am] |
oh my heart, what do you say - should we keep thumping?
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[27 Sep 2004|03:19pm] |
oh little girl, this is getting bloody -- i wasn't ready for the end. this ship is slowly sinking and i havn't sense enough to swim.
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[26 Sep 2004|05:58am] |
it is inexplicable.
there are not, have not been, and never will be, words anywhere in time and space to explain what i am feeling right now.
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[25 Sep 2004|01:33pm] |
ok, little girl, you're winning the war, and i hope you're happy with your prize.
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[22 Sep 2004|06:03pm] |
stolen from 48_frames:
audience participation post! 1. think of a word you would use to describe me. 2. go to google image search and search for that word. 3. select the picture you see as most fitting, and post it as a reply. 4. post this meme in your journal.
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[19 Sep 2004|08:16pm] |
you think the answer is somewhere else - but it's not down those golden tracks. all i can tell you is just one thing: all Engines loose steam sometime.
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[18 Sep 2004|11:39pm] |
i feel divorced from myself.
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[03 Sep 2004|07:26pm] |

best birthday ever.
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[29 Aug 2004|04:24pm] |
there is just something about that simon and garfunkel song. as soon as it came on we all started dancing - no glances exchanged, no nods, nothing - it just happened. it was as if each of us innately knew what the other was thinking. it was terribly random, and most certainly the best part of my day.
i think we will have to make that a habit - random dancing - i mean.
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| Fall '04 classes |
[26 Aug 2004|10:06pm] |
HIS 315L - American History since 1845
Eight o' clock: "This isn't Trivial Pursuit, folks." Two tests, one paper. All essays, all thinking, all the time. No trivial dates to memorize. We are reading The Jungle, Fast Food Nation, The Feminine Mystique (apparently my grandmother went to college with the author), Black Boy, and not text books, so that's good. This class looks terribly hard, but promising.
ARH 399M - American Art since 1960
Nine thirty: A-fucking-maizing. The first lecture was about De Kooning, Pollock, Rothko, and Motherwell -- who my profesor knew -- He was a grad student in New York in the sixties. He worked as an art critic. He is simply ...wow. I want to trade lives with him!
E316K - American Literature
Twelve thirty: The most adorable little bald man teaches this class. He started the class by demanding we eradicate the words "symbol" and "theme" from our vocabularies because they are responsible for the downfall decline of our education system, and I must say, I do agree with him. We spend far too much time preoccupied with smaller, ultimately insignificant "symbols," rather than stopping, stepping back and simply thinking about what we have read. We are taught to dissect things to death. Ok, rant over. We are reading Morrison, Hemingway, Twain ..etc..
ART - Life Drawing
Two o' clock: Naked people, for four hours, this can only hold my interest for so long However, my professor earnestly seems to want to help us develop as artists. He is a working artist and rather spacey, but seems genuine. And my TA is adorable to boot.
PS303 - Physical Science
Seven o' clock: I don't think there is a more awful place on the entire UT campus than the engineering building, where my class is. It is some tiny forgotten pit of the the building. It's late at night. It's science. It's lame.
So, I think I can honestly call my self busy.
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[25 Aug 2004|05:59pm] |

things have finally settled down. the boxes have been tossed out - all of the books carefully placed on hand made shelves - the clothes hung - the kittens have settled in. everything feels right again, that is, everything except our empty mail box. that poor brick box has yet to have been noticed by so much as a lousy piece of junk mail, so evey on break out your best ball point pen and a scrap of paper and christen my ( mail box. )
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[31 Jul 2004|09:39pm] |
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