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Name: Robin
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Pittsburgh
Birthday: 2/12/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: cowing disaster. learning new things, words. musics, listening and making. cow, brilliant word. driving, finding private spaces. pursuit of a different kind of something. now.
Expertise: milking jokes for all they're worth, rendering the subsequent moments uncomfortably awkward.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
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AIM:  mooman661
MSN: ifoundpot@hotmail.com
Member Since:
6/25/2004
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| So John and I were helping Ben put up his installation at Space Gallery a couple of weeks ago. There's no story here really. So it's list time:
1) We had trashbags full of blown-up balloons in our very very small house for a few days. Needless to say the house was cramped but awesomely awesome. Yes, i just used an adjective to modify the incredibleness of another.
2) John got high and drunk and decided to ride in the back of the uhaul with the balloons. Again, no story here.
3) We got a meal at Uldipi out of it. For those in the dark, it's one of the best vegetarian indian places in the pittsburgh area. Right near the first hindu temple in america, and a strange temple at that. Again, for those in the know, hindu temples are usually colour-nutters. This one's all white.
4) The meal at Uldipi was both a treat from Ben as well as a "hey, congratulations, you graduated, finally" thing for Elin, who finally did it. I think after 6 years. You'll probably hear all about Elin Lennox in the next decade. Brilliant painter.
5) Got an email from Julia, who forwarded us this email from her friend who works at Space. So, apparently, someone posted a missed connections on craigslist asking about some "gorgeous artist guys" who were putting up an installation that night and wanted to know if they were straight and single. Yeah, we've got fans.
6) The volcano was freaking dope.
In other news, I'm alone in S.Oakland now. Seems like everyone in the neighborhood packed up and left for home. I don't know what to do with myself.
John told me he just met Cornel West at a bookstore and talked to him. I'm envious.
I gotta admit I greatly enjoy Sweet Home Alabama and almost wished I was Jake. I've got it bad for the Southern girls.
The Bring It On movies made me happy.
Chang Zhang-ed
I want to talk about stuff, like where people end and the concept of otherness. and the idea of skin.
I found out something the other day reading a friend's blog that made me really curious and I'm tempted to ask, but haven't decided if I should.
There was a man from the Mon Valley, who lived alone, BUT with 2 other people. And behold, he spoke in parables.
Aunt Dorothea, I don't feel so eloquent anymore.
holla.
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| i would like very much to do some drunken singing right now.
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| i've been suffering a relapse the last few days. for one, it marked the first time i've ever had a hallucination.
i have some ideas.
painting or something of that ilk, exploring how we classify things. like how do we know all kinds of trees to be trees despite their differences.
a film which has a disjointed narrative, shot in some POV, about mental problems and exerting control over your environment.
a film which starts out normal, but in which over time things start happening and people start moving in sync. could be a love story.
a film shot from the reverse POV of a person.
writing seems very pertinent and attractive right now.
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| not that they'll ever see this, but happy birthday ned, xiong and my sister wendy.
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| i don't know where i'll be this time next year...and i kinda like that. at present, i'm thinking san francisco, but work there is threadbare and unexciting. perhaps pittsburgh, apparently a city in revival. or perhaps holland, for obvious reasons. edinburgh shall always remain an option. singapore would be much too soon. new york, but it would be a lifestyle i would struggle with.
regardless, i've learnt how to make myself happy, no matter what transpires. even plants.
and i've got some really good memories that keep me going, and they never fail to pop up when i need them most.
i was blessed.
i.
attempted to rip into postmodern architecture in a short paper a few days back. needless to say, i have no idea if i really wrote about anything at all.
i also printed out a copy of the paper in various fonts like wingdings, and was very tempted to hand it in.
and speculated if there is a alphabetic correlation between wingding symbols and letters, because if there is one, i could learn how to read it. and in my resume, i'd get to put
"fluent in english, mandarin chinese, hokkien, cantonese, wingdings 1 and wingdings 2
competent in wingdings 3"
that ought to impress anyone.
heroes is back, and so is how i met your mother.
i shot the sheriff
AND the deputy.
space is intrinsically directionless
i like buying records but what i really need is a record player
and speakers.
i fell off my bed recently. this used to be an 8 inch affair. now i sleep 6 feet off the floor. and that's how i realised how cat-like i was, if only in the landing-on-my-feet aspect
i'm building a cantilevered deck with a fire-pit in my backyard, should be pretty sweet.
my landlord's name is Butch.
he's an eejit.
"take my wife....no really, take her"
john reminded me of something recently. apparently i used to dub myself LL Cool Robin. i suspect that.
"i'm his brandy alexander, always get him into trouble"
you know what i like about responsibility? it's got nothing to do with me.
i wouldn't mind having eternal life for a while.
"we didn't design a TP holder because we didn't need to. people who used designed products don't poop, so they won't have any need to wipe. what happens is they have day-long farts, think of it as shit in gaseous form. they're special like that. similarly, people who wear black all the time, and art gallery owners in new york."
"i would help you...but i really don't want to"
i realised that i'm using progressive more biological and system theories in my architectural designs. Team Mobitt's strategy for urban designing Hazelwood? Symbiogenesis.
mozart ruled salzburg with an iron fist.
so buddha advocated the absence of desire, what then, his desire for enlightenment.
i'm smoking from a pack with health warnings in cyrillic script. it's ukranian.
yesterday all i had was 22 dollars in singles. i felt very naughty.
i got on the dean's list the semester after i was on final academic probation. that's medication for you.
i've been single for 9.5 inches of hair.
everyone, and i mean everyone, has a crush on mark minnerly. me included.
fake estate is the most brilliantly named piece of art ever. kudos G. matta-clark
did i mention that i killed the deputy too?
the karabal nightlife.
i can count to ten in french
un duex trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf pg143
the more i learn, the dumber i feel. serves me right for taking Contemporary Architectural Theory.
if mary had 3 pears, john has 23, and brian has 4 times as many as mary, will peter be able to eat all of them?
i wrote 38.
art students are useless with math even when they have a calculator. this is not a myth, i live with one.
when you put a bunch of girls together in a room, it is inevitable that a naked pillow fight breaks out.
not all babies are cute, and we shouldn't have to pretend they are.
that is all for now.
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