roman jakobson

“Languages differ essentially in what they must convey and not in what they may convey.”

i am not even done reading, but this article is really good.

24 hr day

from work to dr's appointment to farm meeting to baseball game (giants vs. rockets, but i like to say rockies) to seltzer w lime at a bar near home. now i am awake from a very deep slumber!

baseball is cool. it looks better in person, and the feeling is better than seeing it on tv, as minute as they are from the bleachers. and they serve insanely delicious gilroy garlic fries.


sol lewitt print!!

how do i know so many wonderful people?

solid sunday with the home girls.

i just realized that i have only been sleeping an avg. of 5 hrs every night before work for the last month. one of the effects: i do not detect any indication of hunger, only feelings of fatigue spirit.

friday afternoon i met kc and mc at the maritime museum where they sailed in and anchored next to historical ships. mc got into a dingy and rowed to me- three teenage girl tourists behind me sat on the steps watching everything. he reached the shore and kissed me on the cheek! then there was the audience that giggled and agreed i was the luckiest girl ever. he rowed me back to the boat to sail underneath the golden gate bridge in poop weather. we came back wet (and witnessed 3 solo sea lions) and very hungry. irish coffee at irish bar, and then a second irish bar with guinness, fish n chips, mashpotatoe thingy and cribbage. we slept among the historical ships after i rowed in circles to get there, also among ghirardelli square and dolphin swim club. we woke up and made tea right on the boat! i was rowed back to shore through a marathon of swimmers. i had to work, but they spent another two days out there in much better weather. i am very envious.


soft kisses on the eyelids of the sea!

my inner dialogue

projects

-research assistant/volunteer at conservatory of flowers
-apprenticeship at magnolia editions
-cactus sculptures
-everyday still lives
-caring for the body i have
-hand made area rug
-metaphor sweater (yrs before this one is finished)

ouroboros

yes gabo met me at work and then we drove to my house where i showed him my dead snake. today it started to smell pretty bad. he said why didn't you refrigerate it? and i said, fuck i didn't think about that. we walked the neighborhood and collected a survey of flora for a new still life. i'm aiming for a still life a day. i guess that means tomorrow i should do another still life. of what? oh, that makes me wish i had bought that chia obama pet- his hair would the be alfalfa sprouts.

i am drunk tired- i spelled my name out wit the florida st. plant survey... inspired by alexis anne mackenzie and took photographs of it during different times of the day. yes, it got blown away a lot, and yes the flies began eating my snake. we will see what it looks like soon. i can't stand fuji film, but that's all i had to work with.

i'm bad, i told z i'd do the dishes but i just made more dirty ones and still have the old dirty ones in the sink. mac says he likes hearing me talk about how i see films, basically translating my experiences to him and now he wants to watch more abstract films. i love that kind of influence. which reminds me, how can i surround myself with people who are better than me? (as in, people who are more experienced than me who i can learn from)

z and i went to a pacific film archive screening the other night that was not well curated by david wilson, but had some noteworthy films like jeanie liotta's eclipse (she has an amazing signature at the end of her films, her name in really big cursive); len lye work, although not well projected; a really awesome ben russell film in which he collaborates with lightning bolt; mothlight by stan brahkage; and gary beydley's hand held day which i'd like to say is my favorite because i take the most inspiration away from it- it is contributing to still life ideas!

I believe that producing pictures, as I do, is almost solely a question of wanting so very much to do it well.

mc escher

i am being shaped

by so many things this week:

1. j. newsom's have one on me?
2. starting a new job next month
3. new classes to take- photography & marine bio lab
4. learning bharatanatyam
5. unfolding friends

i returned home today after driving up the 1 (from santa cruz), and i felt this anchor that nothing is like california. i love it here, it is so so so beautiful (its a toss and turn for southern and northern california). or rather, i love being able to be in a place and move through with appreciation. there was a sign put up by a coastal strawberry farm meant for driving, but i think its applicable to everything. "SLOW RELAX". i just made a small version to put up in the house.

i feel really fresh. the result comes from a recipe that is of archery in the sc archery fields, eating hamburgers and saffron almond sorbet, tandem bike riding, brother time and soul talking .... and then i came home to loveliest letter from hodgie! i feel all the sweetness up to my ears and that is so fresh.

and i am taking pictures, and walking closer to a much tighter practice. i took home a squished snake from the archery woods. it's buried in beautiful ferns. it'll make a striking still life. he is across from me on my kitchen table, not smelling yet. his bones will be so beautiful.

"However great his troubles he never asked help or made
any complaint, as if, like a philosopher, he had learned that without
hard work and suffering there could be no pleasure worth having."


read this, good story about a dog,

I'm into my new bag that was embroidered on my camping trip. z doesn't like it, but must girls who see it are into it. i think it's a really positive reminder of the things that we feel good about- i mean why not? the embroidery states my initials and are circled by the words "what i possess"- yes, strictly inspired by maira kalman.

Opportunities for growth are often disguised by situations that appear confusing, unpleasant and painful.

"shifting the emotional center" r. creeley

i lint rolled Brad today, worked on William T. Wiley clocks and a UV printed John Yau book.

anyway, i am looking to move back and forth from two emotional fields. the point is to keep one's eyes open, to be attentive to reality, and the self amidst it, for as long as humanly possible.

and to be as human as possible.

Don't throw a fit:

If real love doesn't fit you like a glove

on my mind

hasselblad 501cm
hasselblad 503cm
wista 45 dx
toyo 45cf field camera
leica m6
strange strange still lives
albino fruit
spaghetti strap sun dress
really cheap living
hunger