Showing posts with label image dump. Show all posts
Showing posts with label image dump. Show all posts

Friday, August 28, 2009

no notes


I may be getting a job at the UN, no joke. I find out on Monday. Even if I don't get it, I'm excited to get into the building and look around.
I don't think I've been there since I was a little kid, maybe not even then. Maybe it's just a place I wish I had visited as a child.




I fell in love with these things, but I wasn't taking notes as I was doing it. I can't tell you very good descriptions of what they are. Sorry.


through their hands, they shall learn
thanks for this, maxwell

breakfast

sea monster hobbes
sublime frequencies
if i can pay my rent this month, the next thing im gonna do is invest in a drug rug
and some lip liner
louise bourgeois
no wake. save the manatees.




i also fell for roosevelt franklin:


as sure as a moose likes moose-juice.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

summer pains

these are the things i want in this moment.
while i am contemplating not liking my job, being homeless, and feeling like NYC is not where i want to be.

Monday, May 4, 2009

MORE


My ears hurt from not taking my headphones off for 12 hrs.
But they are not enough to keep the people out.
I am going to start wearing a surgical mask.



I've been drinking and working on lists with friends/
most of these I can not take credit for/
(please get a copy of the book when it comes out on the 22nd)

things I have lost
my bike
car in parking lot
sleep
friends
the other earring

colors with interesting names (mostly Michael)
sandal slip

reddish
double green
radio blue
laser teal
PINKPLE
bleen (Sarah)

tattoos I don't have
RUMOURS (fleetwood mac)
a parade of elephants


things I didn't like about you
you were too sensitive
you made me feel bad
you were gay
you were too scared to have an adventure

things I did like about you
your accent
your b.o
you defended me
you laughed too much


hire me
memories of yony
better kind of facebook

Saturday, April 18, 2009

brotherly love


Dear Philadelphia,
I love your city, but I don't think there is enough Ben Franklin.
Love,
Emily






Sunday, April 12, 2009

branch out

I thought I would be using this to post new photos or writing. But mostly I just put up everyday's bullshit. It is so much easier, and probably more popular. Like this:

T.I., I love you. I got brains so good, you coulda sworn I gone to college. I am sad you are going to jail.
I hate clowns. The one on the left is Conrad Veidt LOOK.
But I like kids.



I need to branch out.
I know who all of you are, except the Brooklyns, which is all of you.

1 United States Brooklyn, New York
2 United States Brooklyn, New York
3 United States Brooklyn, New York
4 United States Atlanta, Georgia
5 United States Brooklyn, New York
6 Unknown ?
7 United States Brooklyn, New York
8 Unknown ?
9 United States Brooklyn, New York
10 Belgium Brussels, Brussels Hoofdstedelij...
11 Unknown ?
12 United States Rhinebeck, New York
13 United States Brooklyn, New York
14 United States Brookline, Massachusetts
15 United States Norcross, Georgia
16 United States 1,241
17 United States Brooklyn, New York
18 United States Brooklyn, New York
19 United States Brooklyn, New York
20 United Kingdom Blackburn, Blackburn with Darwen
21 Portugal Loures, Lisboa
22 United States Brooklyn, New York
23 United States Chicago, Illinois
24 United States Middletown, New York
25 Germany 3,838

Sunday, April 5, 2009

singing islands

What is a singing island?

A name taken mostly from Phil Elverum's (The Microphones) Song Islands album.

It is also a piece of a Korewori proverb I read in my favorite section of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The New Galleries for Oceanic Art is behind Egypt, and also faces Central Park. It is filled with wooden canoes, shields, and statues of primordial ancestors from Polynesia, Micronesia, and Papua New Guinea. All of the bodies of the statues are tall and thin, filled with holes, and covered with mythological animals and painted abstract designs. I am going to try and go back this week and find the quote I read about the 'songs of the islands' and take pictures of the ceiling. The center of the ceiling is covered with a tide of wooden panels that were once part of a ceremonial house.



Canoe Prow
19th–early 20th century
Middle Sepik, Iatmul
Papua New Guinea, Middle Sepik River
Wood, cowrie shells
L: 71 1/2 in. (181.6 cm)
The Michael C. Rockefeller Memorial Collection, Purchase, Nelson A. Rockefeller Gift, 1955
1978.412.705

"Crocodiles play a central role in the art and culture of the Iatmul people. According to one Iatmul creation account, an ancestral crocodile was responsible for forming the land. In the beginning, the earth was covered by a primordial ocean, into whose depths the crocodile dived. Reaching the bottom, it brought up on its back a load of mud, which became an island when it surfaced. From that island, the land grew and hardened, but it continues to rest on the back of the ancestral crocodile, which occasionally moves, causing earthquakes. Both now and in the past, the prows of most sizeable canoes are carved, as here, in the form of a crocodile. The scale of the present work indicates that it probably adorned a large war canoe, capable of holding from fifteen to twentyfive men. These large canoes, hollowed from a single massive log, were also used for trading and fishing expeditions. Although canoes are no longer used in warfare, contemporary Iatmul carvers continue to make large examples for use in trade and general transportation."



It could also be a moment like lighting a cigarette from a stove burner while it is still in your mouth and simultaneously catching your hair on fire and then laughing about it with your neighbor who did the same thing.




Now you're gone, I won't fall, fall in the fire
Oh no, I am lacking, I want what I see

Sunday, March 29, 2009

thank you


I am embarrassed for myself

too bad I can't be like them,

Thursday, March 26, 2009

materialism

this is my $wish collage

i made it a few weeks ago when i was feeling shitty
and i felt much better