March 2011
36 posts
dear followers,
my appologies for puking all over my blog last night. i have tried to clean it up. anybody got any digitized disinfectant spray?
thanks for holding my hair back for me, as i forget that people sometimes read what i post.
smile.
love, Stephanie
i remember reading once that there is part of our...
i am holding my own hands, both above my forehead. my fingers rest in the dips in between the other set of knuckles. if i were to describe this, what would i even say? its a head ache. its the pang in the area of my chest that i hope is not my heart. it is the blank feeling when you get nervous. it is the numbness when you wake up in the middle of the night and your arm is still asleep. i can...
fernando vicente
Fernando Vicente
i beg you now, vanitas
it is too bad that we are made up of such intricate decaying matter. yet i am told that it rejuvenates too; it makes for the new, and then decays again. we are built of chords, clouded membranes, the thick and the thin tissues, calcium, the hallows between our bones that hold our nerves, nodules in our pits, electricity. our bones compared to rocks, our breath is nothing but the air. how easy it...
“We’re in a free fall into future. We don’t know where we’re going. Things are...”
– Joseph Campbell, Sukhavati (via liquidnight)
…. and so, i voluntarily walk away.
things change. things always change. dear self, don’t you forget that. because if you do, change can really really suck… but only when it catches you off your guard. maybe if you remember things always change, it wont hurt so much.
damn.
goodbye. change got the better of us. and i give up.
gone. i am gone from this change.
“George Mantor had an iris garden, which he improved every year by throwing out...”
– John Cage, Silence, p. 263 (via Lewis Hyde, Trickster Makes This World)
new eating habits - roots and legumes!
I need more energy. so i eat beets mixed with carrots and black beans and ginger= pretty. i drink the boiled beet juice mixed with orange juice on the side. surprisingly tasty. so much energy i beet my room mate up with a 8-pack of toilet paper. ha ha. so funny.
mortalcompass asked: deaaaar stephanie.
that was awesome. I sang a droney bass line along with you!
hooray for smiles, showers and ukuleles!!
that was awesome. I sang a droney bass line along with you!
hooray for smiles, showers and ukuleles!!
Watchbaaa daaa dummmmm. buh dum dum dum.
i think it would be better if i practiced before posting videos of new songs i learn. but, oh well. freshly cleaned for you in the least.
regina spektor
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“She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that...”
– Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman (via liquidnight)
some days are really very difficult when you can not figure out how to be in two places at once.
first, i was a total ass hole by accident today due to not looking thoroughly at what was very much provided by my dear friend across the sea. secondly, things are happening across the sea that i can not dabble my hands in because my hands are occupied by holding a natural history project up on the...
a taste of what is to come
free range of material make stephanie go cross eye
Watchthings like that, they go in here
from my week
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so. i am getting paid to play with taxidermy, right? The first thing that enters my mind is that I can actually follow my dreams and see some places in Europe before returning to the states for a work placement. i was stuck in a puddle of downturned smiles before the taxidermy gig.
I am not getting paid a zillion dollars- but enough that would allow me to feel fulfilled for a...
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yes. taxidermy and me and 4 sets of 6 strangers x...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/citywaves/4673858230/sizes/l/
taxidermy + ferris wheel = ...?
So.
What do you get when you cross one of these…
With some of these….
and maybe some of this… … plus me! = 4 fifteen minute performances by yours truly, inside a closed capsule gondola on that 60m high ferris wheel… over looking water. May 10. opening reception to the International Science Fair in Sweden. Afterwards i get to mingle with all the big shot...
help!
i need a professional photo of myself looking like a performance artist gone workshop instructor by Sunday.
WHAT DO I DO?????
but don’t tell me to do something with milk. please. for the love of god.
BAH!
Watchjust a’singing a’song to …. to…. to my knee caps?
“It really is a rather lovely feeling, though, and I would sincerely hope that all my friends, new and old, take this advice from me: Live your life like you’re leaving it all behind, like every place won’t be open tomorrow, and everywhere you are is the one time you’ll get the chance to be there as the person you are right now.
Because it is.
Love.”
soilingmyself
beirut. nantes.
perfect.
how a foreign person to a language speaks words they are not perfectly sure of. the hesitation and the question in their voice as they smile due to some hidden excitement. and then, the unpretentious pride. simple. good. i love it as i love a little child.
i ate a quarter of a life last night… this morning i have endless energy and clarity.
thank you fish.
or perhaps i should be thanking the heaps of garlic butter?
my dinner this evening consisted of seaweed and...
would you sit through a durational performance of me eating sheets of green seaweed while i sit in an over-sized glass beaker with a wooden boat tied (by a ragged string) to my ankle as it began to float because something was pouring water in to my container? You would hear my stomach digesting as the sounds of the underwater bubbles.
all i want is to be as green as seaweed. especially when you hold it(me) up to the light.
Watchi’m a ‘lernin a ‘somethin new!
(psssst. its picking! for my new old song)
