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HARK!

All you artists of the west bank.

Those of you who are willing and able should be in attendance at the first of many

a WORKSHOP of collaborative art

dealing with the chance existence of humans upon a planet

with the intention of inspiring the student population to become engaged in creation itself

and of a new work under unprecedented circumstances

IT IS

HAPPENING

LIFE IS HAPPENING

SUNDAY THE FIRST OF MARCH

from 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. and Seven p.m. to Nine p.m.

Come to either.

Or BOTH.

make sure to bring with you (in your preferred vessel):

1. “Movement Clothes” – preferably those of color.

2. A Lack of Physical Boundaries / SHAME

3. a willingness to engage in a student collective of exploration

Come play with Nicholas Marcouiller, Jeffrey Shockley, and Margaret Williams in
ROOM 10

noodles. they delicious. they purty cheep. they imploiees doesn’t make money. I’m getting a research grant I hope I hope. eleven fifty an hour to supplement my noodleslingin cash. Good way to finance the unhealthy habits I’m sure I’ll have while working on a fringe show with jeffo and nicko…

what is there to say! noffin. I’m no Pete Doherty living in filthy dope squallor but I sure do need to clean this room

I drove a car! exhilarama! Mucus in my chest makes my upper body hurt when I cough. it makes my arms hurt in the same way they hurt after you get an immunization. Ow!

I would be better off having a car I realize now. Sorry public transportation! You can only do so much. No one in my car is allowed to harrass other passengers and stink it up except for yours truly. As Becky Pierce might say (holla!): “In light of this situation, I present a plan.” Effective July 14, 2009, I will be entirely insurable again without a problem. Therefore I must convince my mother and father to let me drive the Corolla up to Minnesota sometime this summer and to do this I need evidence, I think, as to why I am competent enough to have a car in a big city. This led to me thinking about “traditional” accomplishments and how while I’ve come to value different things in recent times I still strive for very white bread All-American goals.

Example: Dean’s list. Honors college. UROP (which my parents are aware was entirely botched the last time but this time should work out alright). National Merit scholarship. Fuck! On paper I can be a genius.

Basically I’ll say anything to get that car up here but I think I should probably have some kind of written proposal since I sabotage any serious case as soon as I begin speaking. I’m feeling a powerpoint should do the trick. Each slide will be a reason I should drive a car. In between those slides will be Katy Perry songs for Mum and Taylor Swift for Dad (no like for real). Keep em engaged.

Don’t tell me I’m hilarious folks I don’t want to hear it! Just slide the key to that fine Japanese driving machine into my grubby little paw and I won’t take it a hair over 72, I promise.

i’m having a bit of a paranoid high. wierd things are happening. IT WORKED.

I’ve been watching teeny bopper shows lately. 90210. Gossp Girl. Battlestar Galactica. And frankly, I’m scared. Are these blatant Dr. Pepper ads tie-ins a first sign of an encroaching advertizment apocalyse? Can’t writers even be clever about it anymore? Next thing you know its gunna be all Minority Report up in here.

The Adolf Hitler Wiki Game is much more fun than one might expect. And I know the secret. Beat two, MuthaFukka.

Lesson Three: Gavon DeGraw wants you to take a good look at [him] now. Because [he'll] be standing [t]here.

I just couldn’t come to class. I tried and tried but the universe didn’t want me to.

Tom let a BIG! piece of mold grow in the spaghetti pot and it is the causation of my illness.

In the strictest sense, anyway. I got my work done and now I’m suck in the day-after slump wherein everything drags on and on, getting progressively slower as my day draws to a close.

american idol tonight, at least.

I’m pulling my first all-nighter of the semester ladies and gents and if I pull this off, it will be my second-greatest achievement in night-before academic bullshitting in my entire life, the first being the critically acclaimed director’s binder for Dream on Monkey Mountain in April of 2008.

early exit polls project a 41% chance of pulling it off

Go look up.

Alexander Ekman.

On the youtube.

He is great.

And i’ve asked him to be my friend.

Do you think he will ask me to come and visit?

LIFE IS HAPPENING.

I’m not so sure there’s anything else to say about it.

Go make beauty!

is it wrong that i laughed?

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I’m going to tell you about this weird little thing I do. Goes like this: I’m doing a small routine task which has a mathematically discrete integer value pre-assigned to it or observing something happen which fits these criteria, and I make predictions that are purposely unlikely but not more than 3 or 4 standard deviations away from the expected value so not entirely impossible. Then I make an outrageous threat to myself on the condition that my prediction actually turns out to be correct.

EXAMPLE: When I let my hair down at the end of a long day, I usually pull approximately 7 bobby pins or decorative clips out of it altogether, and assuming the number of individual articles in my hair is normally distributed (which it’s not). a good estimate for the standard deviation would be 1.5 bobby pins. So one day I might say to myself while beginning this task, “If there are eleven things in here I’m going to shoot myself in the face.”