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werk cube drawing 04.28.00
t.g.i.rollerskating!
gonna go roller skating tonight. hope I don't fall too much...

a little down these days, but it comes and goes. and meanwhile, I've been invoking the ire of the RSI deities by drawing compulsively into the night. doodling in meetings. I thought I was f*edup and unable to sleep - that is, until I watched "Fight Club" last night. Sheesh! talk about an insomniac!

[feeling more like pictures than words lately. but who can tell?]
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post-it art? 04.26.00
fun with fatigue

Yesterday, my friend explained to me the intricacies of annoying your way to the top in the music industry [it's the way to make it big, I guess].

I was also so tired that when I went to stir my coffee, I was shocked to discover that my coffee was a glass of water with a slice of lemon.

and when we talked about something or other, I thought - "hey, let's look it up!" - and I was shocked to find no keyboard at the end of my fingers.
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04.25.00
more filling. less taste.

werk cube drawing

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04.25.00
never.enough
[happy.happy.kccouchday!]

had a productive but frantic day. this makes for about 13 hours in front of the computer.

funny how it's katheee's birthday and things keep coming up to remind me of her. sometimes life and friends can be such a weird thing. people I hardly ever see anymore occupy so much space in my heart.

on a weird little rollercoaster all my own.
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04.24.00
[almost.happy.happy.kccouchday!]

went to a concert and remembered why I miss northampton, and why I left. during the show I wanted to bolt from the scentfree room. unfortunately, I was boxed in by our soft-focus sisters of the woodland.

actually, it was really pretty fun. but along with nostalgia, I was reminded of the insipid and strangely smug parochial nature of my last real home.

funny how it was really the first home of my own choosing. something about that place is still home to me. when I close my eyes, it is the landscape I see imprinted on my eyelids. always empty of people, but heavy with smells, textures and atmosphere.

as much as I miss it. I can never go back. so here I am trying to make a home for myself.

plus moley is pretty happy here, so here I stay.
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04.17.00
rat.angst

Spent this weekend really getting to draw and paint. Getting closer to finishing my zine. Pleased with how much stuff I have laying around that could turn into another little book of kvetching.

Thinking about the connections between words and images - and between pixels and paper. Trying to figure out the meaning of it all. Being a rat in the rat race, but also finally listening to my stomach and the things that make me crazy and happy and inspired.

Art and love and healing
[dang, that sounds hokey]
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04.10.00
run away! run away!
[and happy b-day A-me]

This weekend was all about running away. Thankfully some cohorts convinced me to go camping, and it brought me back to what's important [dog things - food, people, comfy sleeping, and walkies]. Somehow when I'm camping, I can draw all day but when I'm at home, it feels like I'm wasting time.

So now I'm backbackback, with unending piles of laundry and taxes to pay, but much happier for the visit to the ocean. Funny how you can forget the obvious and most essential stuff.
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cwee lil sis monster

04.03.00
lil.sis.monster

Here's a picture of c w e e, my baby sis.

She's in town visiting and we haven't killed each other yet. I'm trying to be real real mean to her tho. No point in wasting time on formalities.

So far she's been to a party, eaten oysters on Pt. Reyes, and she thinks she's staying in Union Square, but it's really the Tenderloin.

Other than her new fetish for Martha Stewart, and her tinylil' boyfriend, she's pretty much the same as ever.
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