paper zombie

I am supposed to be furiously writing a paper that’s already late, but instead I will show you a collaborative drawing with BigZom25.

the lots lottery

Life has gone vroom vroom, and rainbows are practically coming out of my eyes, as evidenced my this picture I took with my newly-acquired & very lovely iPhone (If you are reading this, Thank you, Cala!).

The crucial word right now is lots — I am reading lots and lots, staring at the computer quite a lot, and thinking somewhat a lot, and lots more. However, I wish I could say I was finishing a lot. I wish I could say I’ve finished that zine with Rei’s story, and I wish I could say I have been drawing a lot. I guess I’ll have time on the Thanksgiving break, though I will probably be terribly lazy and sit around thinking about big turkey legs instead.

(I’m stealing the “big turkey leg” quote from one of my roommates, BigZom25, whose picture is featured above)

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adjustment comes in threes

Peter and I drew this.

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Let me share a few textual tidbits about adjustment:

a) My body/brain has fully adjusted to my time zone, and now I go to sleep at four in the morning like I used to. This is an example of something in between Good Adjustment and Bad Adjustment.

b) My brain/mouth/limbs have not adjusted to having awkwardness. If they did adjust, I wouldn’t be awkward anymore, I guess. This is an example of Bad Adjustment.

c) Yesterday, I realized that I can actually sleep in my new sandbox bed for more than four hours at a time, though I cough when sand gets stuck in my nose and mouth sometimes. This is an example of mostly Good Adjustment.

introducing the ghadibalo ethnicity

Here are some hats that Ghadibalo (Yes! They have been named!) men wear.

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I am going to make lots of changes to my homepage with Indexhibit soon. I have plans on making myself more organized, and let’s hope this isn’t just another big dream of mine.

prof. michael jackson

Since odes/laments to Michael Jackson are all the rage now, I suppose I will chime in with my own meager and makeshift words.

I have so many little mundane memories about Michael Jackson. I suppose most everyone does. Now is the time we can gather them all up and make grander assessments about what Michael Jackson has taught us about life.

For me, I learned that fantasy – in which sidewalks light up when you step on them and whales fly over your head – is far preferable to the constant disappointment of reality.

I also learned that I don’t really want to live in Los Angeles, especially not a mansion/amusement park/zoo in Los Angeles. My imagination is grandiose but perhaps not that grandiose & seeks a slightly more old-fashioned city like New York. Werner Herzog (♥) says he lives in Los Angeles for its substance and collective dreams, but I wouldn’t, and couldn’t, survive. Just like Michael Jackson…? (Up for debate)

Though, it would be kind of cool to have a zoo in my backyard.

Moreover, I learned that small actions that are respectful of other countries & cultures (and saying things like “I like bimbimbap” every once in awhile) are probably more important in creating global unity than what politicians can do.

Furthermore, I learned – perhaps unforgivingly late – that sparkly items of clothing are preferable to non-sparkly items of clothing.

And lastly, I learned that it’s better & far more remarkable to flounder around in search of an undiscoverable self – flirting with eccentricity and loneliness – than it is to attain a handful of yawn-inducing adjectives.

RIP.