earlier this week, I hacked off a small corner of my bathroom door with a jigsaw and ran power and audio cables through the ensuant hole so I can rock the fuck out while taking a shower, shaving the hair off my face, or doing any of the other wonderful things one does in the bathroom.

it’s sunday night, which means color class starts in <6h., which means I am once again going to be up all night making little 1-inch swatches of goache. you’re supposed to do most of your work in your studio space, here. at least that’s the official line toed by the other grads, who are all healthy American adults who enjoy the company of one another and listen to the same three albums, or some shit like that. I for one can’t deal with that type of shit, at least not yet. if we were doing all sorts of exciting crossmodal mutually-reenforcing collaborative projects, then yeah sure fine, but not right just yet. I’d rather sit at home with my idiot “get things done” stupid dance music playlist on with the volume up high. you can’t do that in a studio, and plus in the studio people tend to come up behind you and be all like “what are YOU working on??!?!” while you’re trying to wield a bone folder with maximum precision, and because you’re relatively new and you don’t want to make permanent enemies just yet, you have to stop what you’re doing and wreck whatever mental flow you had and answer in full, instead of screaming FUCK OFF!!! which may or may not be your first impulsive response to that kind of garden-variety interruption.

the upshot of all that is that I’m in my house. erm.

earlier in the evening, I was listening to “blazing arrow” by blackalicious, and the gift of gab said “everything you learn you’re only remembering” and that actually, unironically, made me stop and think. is that what happens as you age? you stop and think more? or is it just that cliches start to come true all around you? I am confused.

this would be my first post from the laptop formerly known as fucked. if you own a powerbook made of aluminum, and you have to replace the hard drive, I’d recommend taking it to a professional geek. the procedure can be executed by normal humans, but you need fucked up bizarro-world screwdrivers that are practically dadaist. you also need good eyesight to find all the tiny bits you’ll drop on the floor, and at least a quart of hard liquor so you can calm yourself down after it’s all done.

ok enough procrastination. yup.

-fish

there’s nothing worse than having to listen to the same 3 boring albums all of your classmates like. lucky me i guess cause my classmates listen to music on their headphones…. the undergrads have more of a tendency to do things like play dave mathews at blaring volumes.

yea, i’ve gotten the “can you teach me indesign? can you teach me illustrator? what are vectors?!?” questions… always when busy. *always*. home is better. agreed