Showing posts with label LOOK HOW FAR WE HAVE COME AFTER ALL. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LOOK HOW FAR WE HAVE COME AFTER ALL. Show all posts
Monday, August 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
i know some people be all crazy an shit about ladies' armpitz bein' all hairy an shit but let me tell you that shit is whack

my dad and i had a strange heart to heart to night
(which already, ten minutes afterward, i barely remember)
over a lot, a lot, a lot of margaritas
talking about how he needs to change his life and
his body and i suggested cycling
(which changed mine, most certainly)
and he was one a guy who biked from austin to victoria
(121 miles)
just because he wanted to save gas money
(in college)
so i said i would ride with him
and somehow he gets the gall to ask me that if he changed his life
would i change mine... in the form of shaving my armpits
and all i have to say is
"what the fuck, seriously?"
because i'm drunk
and as far as i'm concerned this has been a change in my life for the better
akin to being a guy with high blood pressure and all sorts of health problems
who seeks to improve his condition
i was once a girl
forced into convention with no outlook who saw beyond that and sought to
rebel with naturalism and honesty
and its never, ever been a problem in my life until now,
sunbathing on the beach in mexico with my family,
who is embarrassed by two strategically placed tufts which mean nothing
but a little extra body odor and
a lot more liberation.
to a certain extent
but certainly more comfortability on my part
and nothing that i intend to change
in the near future
(unless, of course)
(it might shave a few years off of)
(my father's most certainly imminent)
(heart attack)
(((((((((((((oh what to do, what to do?!?!?!))))))))))))
(which already, ten minutes afterward, i barely remember)
over a lot, a lot, a lot of margaritas
talking about how he needs to change his life and
his body and i suggested cycling
(which changed mine, most certainly)
and he was one a guy who biked from austin to victoria
(121 miles)
just because he wanted to save gas money
(in college)
so i said i would ride with him
and somehow he gets the gall to ask me that if he changed his life
would i change mine... in the form of shaving my armpits
and all i have to say is
"what the fuck, seriously?"
because i'm drunk
and as far as i'm concerned this has been a change in my life for the better
akin to being a guy with high blood pressure and all sorts of health problems
who seeks to improve his condition
i was once a girl
forced into convention with no outlook who saw beyond that and sought to
rebel with naturalism and honesty
and its never, ever been a problem in my life until now,
sunbathing on the beach in mexico with my family,
who is embarrassed by two strategically placed tufts which mean nothing
but a little extra body odor and
a lot more liberation.
to a certain extent
but certainly more comfortability on my part
and nothing that i intend to change
in the near future
(unless, of course)
(it might shave a few years off of)
(my father's most certainly imminent)
(heart attack)
(((((((((((((oh what to do, what to do?!?!?!))))))))))))
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
to those who might be interested...

I'm in a show in Marfa that opens tomorrow.
BOOK
Do Right Hall
(a.k.a. Buck and Camp's Church, a.k.a. that building with the horseshoe)
106 West Dallas St. Marfa, TX
November 15-29, 2008
My piece, ,-MON ,S5SE is in the show.
,-MON ,S5SE is a zine-style/booklet reproduction of Thomas Paine's Common Sense, written in the code of a .brt format file, a file type designed to interface with braille readers and printers. The file was downloaded without cost from the Internet, then transposed page by page into booklet form as a zine, printed and copied illicitly at my workplace.
With this document, I attempt to draw connections between methods of underground/non-commercial communication (pamphlets/zines, the Internet, materials for the disabled) and military codes (ARPAnet, Ecriture Nocture) which eventually evolve into methods of public discourse, literacy and communication (the Internet and Braille, respectively).
BOOK
Do Right Hall
(a.k.a. Buck and Camp's Church, a.k.a. that building with the horseshoe)
106 West Dallas St. Marfa, TX
November 15-29, 2008
My piece, ,-MON ,S5SE is in the show.
,-MON ,S5SE is a zine-style/booklet reproduction of Thomas Paine's Common Sense, written in the code of a .brt format file, a file type designed to interface with braille readers and printers. The file was downloaded without cost from the Internet, then transposed page by page into booklet form as a zine, printed and copied illicitly at my workplace.
With this document, I attempt to draw connections between methods of underground/non-commercial communication (pamphlets/zines, the Internet, materials for the disabled) and military codes (ARPAnet, Ecriture Nocture) which eventually evolve into methods of public discourse, literacy and communication (the Internet and Braille, respectively).
Thursday, November 13, 2008
today.

I stood in front of my window
looking out across the grey sky as it rained
my flannel shirt still damp from walking through the rain
or perhaps simply dank from the fact that
i've been wearing it for the past three days.
i stood looking out from the third floor
slowly eating chili and drinking milk from a quart
with a straw that I had taped to the carton
so that it wouldn't drop into the milk
so i wouldn't have to fish it out with my fingers.
and i just thought
like
goddamn
this is the most beautiful moment of the month.
looking out across the grey sky as it rained
my flannel shirt still damp from walking through the rain
or perhaps simply dank from the fact that
i've been wearing it for the past three days.
i stood looking out from the third floor
slowly eating chili and drinking milk from a quart
with a straw that I had taped to the carton
so that it wouldn't drop into the milk
so i wouldn't have to fish it out with my fingers.
and i just thought
like
goddamn
this is the most beautiful moment of the month.
Monday, November 10, 2008
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