best wishes

The last day of classes...and I'm graduating from this school...I wish you all the best and good luck with life IF I don't see you...which I'm sure I'll run into a few of you.

my word verifications

blergenfarn
porfidunt
shiclop
ronteedle
bornant
rolyatter
mishpack

athinkabouter

I've found it harder and harder to concentrate recently, yet my mind and body are quite happy

i'm a fretter

Ouch! My back still hurts.
I'll still wine in the second verse.

Why can't things be perfect.
Why is there some never ending project.

Life is like this...its never just right.
Things can go bad in just one night.

In that one night you can learn to embrace it.
You never know, the next morning might erase it.

Tomorrow my back will be better.
So there is no use in being a fretter.

sleepy notes...art

I want to make some sort of web page or something with a collage of people notes in a class they fell asleep in...I look at some of my notes (from classes other than this one), and I see these crazy sleep scribbles and lines and words that are written on top of each other. It's funny and sad at the same time...some teachers just put you to sleep.

fershobiak

I absolutely love the word verification words. I want to have the job of chosing those words...i mean come on

diamp, fiven, bedder, flogese, corogla plorsim, nistal, dedrima, mangles

these are great words that blogspot came up with. I think I might chose my childs name by writing down all these words...
This reminds me of a game I used to play when three of my friends and I would get drunk and stoned and just make up words and laugh our asses off. I want that as a job!

eat well

Pork for the people who possess perverted prayers
Pickle for a nickel or more of momma's milk from her purple little nipples
Popeye's chicken, come on it's finger lickin'
Frickin little prick, that shit makes me sick
Hypothetical hippies eatin hummus
Copycatical creeps, keep from us
the crack of a banana makes me wanna
come from down unda, or from some tropicana
carton, keep me fartin', only to hearten a perfectly healthy martien

Who is producing perfect productions
thoughts like this are mental seductions

Eat well

blood on the asphault

Red on black
Not your 4th grade checkerboard
Red on black
Not just a scabbing little soccer sore

Blood on asphalt
Imagined in my dreams
Blood on asphalt
It's coming now in streams

Drip-drop, it's almost to the top
Stop it! my head is going to pop

Oh what a horrifying scene
Is this about the glorified being?



This is that blood on asphalt exercise we did in class not too long ago...i enjoyed this one

music

German, Swedish, Icelandic and Dutsch
Music from the lands I've yet to touch

Pop, rock, electronica, and fusion
"the more the marrier" is the conclusion

Music pumps, and music jumps
Music humps, for music chumps

All I can think about is music
Some even say I'm bound to abuse it

Everyday I crave for a music feed
Just like the silly drugs some people need

Fall

Slow-paced, but our blood flows fast and red.
Red like the summer leaves which are now pronounced dead.

Our first fall together, our first walk together.

Noticing how earth tones become so warm
Descending like snow before a storm.

All around us, those warm leaves repel to the ground.
Covering up all that is dirty brown.

The path we create reveal our body language
Carefree, flirtatious, and far away from anguish.

Portland Exquisite Corpse #2

After a long day of hard work
Matt and the gang went to the Thai restaurant, when...
the "higher power" first reincarnated 5 blocks west
The avatar named Waldizzle was best known for
bangin broads and being in charge. After
his brief stint in semi-pro hockey, he was forged
to return to his bar league team in Potsdam NY
Where the glory days could be revisited
and the pancakes that Prince made us were great.
She had never felt so warm and safe. Danger, however,lurked close
She was about to meet a man who would one day
bang a young impressionable portly man in the middle of the street.


I know...bang is used a lot within my friends

Portland Exquisite Corpse #1

this is an exquisite corpse I made with my friends when we went to Portland, Oregon. We had one of the best laugh sessions because of this excellent game.

The story begins when six friends
came together for a long overdue adventure toward
a place that was frequently talked about, but rarely seen.
We sat down and started talking when suddenly
I saw Matt + Evan making out at the bar
then they banged
Things got really messy for a while
They had never met their neighbor before that day
but they had met award winning actor Tony Danza at the 7eleven
shortly after they moved to L.A. That was a weird story...
Fortunately Evan became a prostitute to pay the bills
and they lived happily ever after... with VD


lots of current inside jokes, thats why it may not be funny to other people.

exquisite corpse review

this was a line I wrote on our first exquisite corpse, and it just came out of me at that time and I don't know if I had originally heard it somewhere but...

"waiting for everything, but expecting nothing"

It sounds simple, but I like it in so many ways.

For the piece we all created, it went well with it.

what number is this one?

drip drop, the apparent purest of the pure, permeates into the pores of his tongue. His heart steady, but with a burp of anxiousness.
drippidy droppidy goes his mates as well. All with great intentions, and great expectations. Moods are high, eager for the expedition. This isn't their first time. Their eyes are widened, reaady to be opened. As the present world changes colors become alive; greens become plants and blues become the sky.
Now they know they are on their way. Each of his friends want to say how they feel but can't find the words to explain.
"...man this music is..." again at a loss for words. Yet words weren't necessary for some strange reason. One says the typical, "...I feel as though we are on the same wavelength..."
Grins on their faces that would make clowns sad. They begin to grow bored of their curren location and they allow their bodies to mosey to the back door, where the world outside was.

i feel like rhyming

rhyme rime riggity rhyme
check your watch, its just about that time

my friend doesnt know a lemon from a lime
something i've known since before nine

this is no sublime, definitely a little more grime
ghostbusters are back, here comes the slime

i thought your watch was set to mountain time
how tall is this tree i'm trying to climb

keyboard

fuckin around on the qwerty keyboard
little squares that may have started as 1 2 3 4

intelligent like an elegant instrument
keys retract, not like there in cement

enter, shift, alt., control, delete
making the computer geeks cream in there seats

mine is silver and black,
whats yours, pink and all shellac

i've got to go, i'm gone, press escape
its at the top left, a squarish shape

shit-tay weekend

Kind of a shitty weekend for me. On Friday I was sick all night and didn't get any sleep and then Saturday night I had to take care of someone who drank too much and was getting sick all night. And let me tell you, I hate to do that shit. I just didn't see myself having this kind of weekend right before the end of the semester.

little getaways

As teenage as this may sound me and my girlfriend see each other everyday at school, and we can't help but get that feeling that we want to kiss one another. Even though we basically live together. I hate to kiss in public so we make little getaways and hide away in little nooks, or empty rooms or a temporarily empty room and then get interupted. Things like this make me want to come to school everyday.

good class

This is one of coolest, most diverse classes I've ever taken. Or maybe I have been in classes where diversity wasn't a problem, but in this class I feel like I almost know everybody in some sort of way. I haven't gotten that feeling since highschool, where I grew up with everybody anyways. I think it's the classroom style. It's very up close and personal and we can't help but look at each other and observe one another. Just thought I would put that out there.

...work

A job I wouldn't want.
I would not want to be the dude in the middle of an intersection or by some sort of accident, waving cars by. Usually they act like they are in the worst mood and look like they are just swatting fly's away from their head. That repetative motion would drive me insane.

a new girl

A new girl. Things couldn't be better. I've patiently waited four years for this to stumble upon me. We have only known each other for two and a half months and it feels like years. Things like this don't ever happen to me. It's like a dream or more like a movie. We always say that too. I never want to hear anybody say "that's a rap".

Where is Art?

Does anyone else miss Art. I was excited to have this class with him. He seems like a bright individual. I don't know what happend to him, but I don't see him anymore and thats really sad. I wish the best for him and I hope things work out with him going to school.

garbage man

One of my favorite exercises was when we had to imagine ourselves in someone's garbage can... who thinks about that...ever.
It was weird to place myself in a garbage can, but once I did I really got a sense of it. I was a garbage man for a summer so I can really can picture some sick stuff. A typical garbage consisted of coffee grounds...pounds of used coffee grounds!.. thats a good song title.

What a good student I am...

I'm going to be honest. I didn't know we were supposed to be blogging this entire time...I thought it was only for assignments. Well you are going to see like 3 posts every day from now on.

On the note that I am apparently not paying attention enough; this is probably the only class this semester that I actually enjoy gettting up and going to. And thats thanks to everyone. Because I feel we all connect once we get into our donut shape. . . I want a donut.

over and over, again and again

So this may be non schoolastic or whatever, but it makes me feel like an observer. I have been tallying up phrases overused by my instructors. Only two of my instructors actually. I won't say who they are, but if you have them as a teacher you may be able to figure out who they are.

anonymous teacher #1: used the phrase "shall we say" 31 times in one class period. Don't you notice that?

anonymous teacher #2: uses the following phrases at least 4 times a piece EACH CLASS:
"the other aspect of this is..."
"this is what were dealing with HERE"
"this is what were talking about HERE"
"the fact of the matter is..."
"go ahead and..."


I can't concentrate in these classes!!

self reflection

I didn't really change much of my writing at all. I like the raw and on the spot writing we do in class and changing it just doesn't seem right to me. I do believe I changed one introductory word in one of my pieces, but that is all. Boosha!

three of three pieces

This woman seemed like the cleanly type...before I hopped into her garbage can. She must have just cleaned her refridgerator. Moldy beans and stinky cheese. Coffee grounds, the majority...and she doesn't recycle!

two of three pieces

Grins on their faces that would make clowns look sad. But they begin to grow bored of their current location, and allow there eye-balls to roll to another and stumble upon a door to the outside world.

one of three pieces

Slow-paced and enjoying our first walk in the woods together. Where the earth tones have become warm. So warm they have to descend. Slowly, hundreds of autumn leaves repel on the chilled ground. Covering all that is dirty brown.

My first blog ever...dun dun dunnn

Saturdays...There is something about Saturdays.

I know it's common knowledge that Saturdays, yah know, rock.

I want to recommend these songs that have Saturday in the track title.

Artist: Song Title: Album:

Cut Copy - Saturdays - Bright Like Neon Love
Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan - Saturday's Gone - Ballad of the Broken Seas

The Clientelle - Saturday - A Fading Summer
Cheeseburger - Saturday Night - Gang's All Here
Nick Drake - Saturday Sun - Five Leaves Left
Boards of Canada - Hey Saturday Sun - The Campfire Headphase


Each artist is so different in sound and style. So please check out these songs, and why stop there, check out the bands too.