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i promise to post art there more often. basically wanted a blog with a less provocative title. not that this is particularly CRAZY. just a different phase of my existence

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tired lonely nights

Words cannot describe how in love I am with Janelle Monae. I've been trying to find good new music, but always ended up listening to the same genre of skinny-white-guy&his-guitar or lovely-lady&her-piano type music. Ms Monae is refreshing to say the least... I had the opportunity to "meet" her, though in this case I have stretched "meet"'s definition to mean I was part of a giant throng of fans grappling to get her autograph at the All Shook Down Festival in San Francisco yesterday. (And my! What a horribly cramped and painful experience!! But worth it!) I love how she pushes boundaries through her music which defies categories, but also her presentation and style of dress. Hints of James Brown, Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson, and the feel-goodery of the 1950s.

And that last bit is what intrigues me the most and is possibly why I am so fascinated/enamored with her style of dress. The pompadour, the tuxedo, the saddle shoes... so strongly associated with good old rock n' roll - a genre that is frequently seen as a style of music appropriated from the black community by the white entertainment industry. There's just something so powerful about Janelle Monae reclaiming that image and using it full force with bold confidence, making news, making headlines, and apologizing for nothing! I'm happy to see a talented womyn of color playing around with gender representation (even if she doesn't intend for it to be a political act)!! AHHHHHH

anyway. that was very horribly written. true testament to the fact that i haven't picked up a good book in a damn long time.

things of vanity...

i've always wanted to start a 'fashion blog', though not in the typical sense in that i am slow to pick up trends and usually wear the same thing day after day in shades of black. but here's a sample photoz in hopes of being brave enough to do this! i don't know why i'm so tentative about this, maybe it's because i've been self conscious for so long about my body, my appearance. but now i want to really own it, to be proud!!

I wish I knew how to write witty things.

But I wasn't blessed with that sort of thing. Instead I am blessed with an intensely neurotic personality that it, maybe-sorta-kinda the bane of my existence. I wonder what it is like to be fearless, to ooze confidence while taking self-assured steps along any path! To say -- WORLD, HERE I COME! I guess that's part of it too-- always wanting to be someone else.

Maybe I possess some redeeming qualities, approaching situations with caution, but it just seems like the reckless always have more fun.

OH WELL, AT LEAST I AINT DEAD

I am quitttttteeeeeee nervous about tomorrow. Packing up again, rolling up my clothes, shoving things into boxes. I'd like to think I'm a little better at it now, knowing what to bring, or maybe I am forgetting 123907 things and will have to purchase them again at Walgreens and get ripped off because they know I have no other choice. BASTARDS! I wonder to myself why I never stay constant in any one place. I could save myself so much hassle!!!

another bland summer

but in other news: the cat has unceremoniously taken a dump NOT in her litter box. What oddly colored turds!!

I have "officially" begun cleaning my room, and not in the way I used to do it which just involved rearranging shit and stacking shit, but actually DUMPING all this shit I have accumulated over the time of my entire existence. It's an amusing venture, but mostly frustrating as I am forced to confront my packrat/hoarder tendencies. And even as I am digging up this crap, I still relinquish it with EXTREME difficulty. Broken necklace chains, found rings, old barbie dolls, hospital wristbands, baby teeth kept in a jar, sketchbooks -- I guess I've always liked the idea of a physical memories, and that with my over-sentimentality results in a fucking disaster of a room. Cluttered with trinkets in every nook and cranny, collecting dust and flea shit.

But I'm looking forward to this clean(s)ing process... my room won't be embarrassing anymore to guests and maybe it'll help me let go of things better.

And the above photo is just to show off my WALL which is now BARE!!! WOW!!! and i was eating a pomegranate. new painting idea.

change is beautiful

oil on linen, 20 x 24"

dedicated to all the beautiful womyn in my life who inspire and move me