welcome to my disgusting head
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thirteen days of reflection-day 2 (1993)

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ok...turns out it takes more than an hour to sum up a year...so I'm still on 1993, the year after graduation...As I look back I find an increasing need to praise and thank the many people who have been great teachers in my life. The Tibbetts, The Laceys, The Cadles, The Petits, The Parcheskys, The Stannards, The Courneys, The Camerons, The Adams, The Puffers, Mrs. Barts, The Jennings, The Burdens, The Lindemeiers, The TrinityUM's, Teachers at JMHS: Ms. A...Mrs S., Paul...The Beckers (who let me love geometry and dance) Teachers at San Antonio College: Mr. Casas (who upon meeting me, inexplicatly informed me that I could not ride off into the sunset), Mr. "yin-yang, collage and rhythm"Cox, Mark "Why are you here? Who wants an A? That's Poetry."Pritchett, Tom "North is not up."Willome...Teachers at UT: Linda Montano, Bill Lundberg, Dan Sutherland, Fausto Fernos...people I met at pearl street co-op: Raphael, Jo-Ann...James P...Lisa Ii...Jim...Will...Caro...Jenny Hart...Dan Walton Sarah Lyons
and her informal school of art, literature and philosophy...Charcters around OSU: Tom Butts...Prudence Gill (and Carter)...Odette Blum (and Max and Trench)...Richard Harned
...Joe Neff...Tory Sanderson...Anamaria Q...People around Austin doing it for real for themselves:

Shawn Mc Millian, Andy Loomis, Liz Fitch, Tom and Christina Carter
(thanks for sending the glasses),
Dan Plunket and Blake...Candy

Matthew...Dustin...My Grandparents...
My Parents...David...The Aunts, Uncles and Cousins
Big Miss Moviola...Susan...Susan...Susan...
Susan...Andy...Andy...Andy...Steve...Steve...
Steve...TOM...Bones...Bill...Ben...Jon...Jonathon...John...Laurie...
Chris...Chris... Christina
Dominique...Fausia...Casey...Casey...Jose...Dave...Kym...Pedro...
Charles...
Art...Ed...MILO... JOhn Piper...IKE...The Oldags...Tomb...Craig...
Colleen...Karen...The Whites...The Johnsons
Mr. Lee...Mr. Arthur...Sasha...Habijax Americorps of 2002-3, M. Kane...Dana...Ryan...Kathy...UUs of Jacksonville...Dina...Kumal...
Krishna...Will...Brian...Becca...
Socorro...
Bibbi...Sarah M, Sarah M, Michelle...Mrs. Lozano...Mrs. Winike
Mary Knoll...everyone at UHAB...did I say my mom?

1993...looking for jobs...waiting tables at Stars Inn (part time)...riding my bike to the old wes side to get paid to play with four year old Allison Eichman four hours a day.
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Dan Sutherland was one of my drawing teachers that last year at UT...on one of the last days of his class he brought in several full sheets of plywood for us to paint...collaboratively...many people had made small graffitti-like pictures...I wanted to give it some overall structure by going over things (wet and dry) with water and a paintbrush...in grid-like lines...one of my classmates asked, "Is this a control thing."
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

one cavity...December 2005 will mark the thirteenth anniversary of my college graduation...for the next thirteen days i will spend one hour a day reflecting on my life and art in these past thirteen years.
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

tomorrow i go to the dentist for the first time in three years.
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

living in a bubble

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Early last saturday morning Kumal and Brian and I greeted the sun from Jesse and Arum's rooftop. It was one of those unexpected great moments. The kind of perfect moment Spaulding Gray must have been talking about in Swimming to Cambodia.

I had no idea there was a hurricane named Katrina. No sense of impending disaster. When I saw the picture on the front page of the paper late sunday afternoon, i was amazed. everything under water. everything. unbelieveable...like the pictures from abu grabe...too amazing to be real...like the falling towers...and still somehow I shook my head in disbelief and went back to work and pretty much forgot about it until I saw the picture of the body floating in the water a few days later. Is this really happening here? in the us? But still shook my head and went back to shelving books and pretty much forgot about it.

Yesterday there were protesters in Union Square. Why isn't there more disaster relief? Why were the levees left in such condition? Good questions. The general consensus in Union Square aka Camp Casey seemed (to borrow a phrase from the energy blog) to be that the bush administration was out to "prove that government doesn't work while simultanously robbing tax payers blind."

Today I passed on going to the big parade in Brooklyn in favor of organizing the file cabinet at the community garden. There was something good about seeing those papers. Calanders for planting...bylaws...optimistic mission statements...maybe there's still time to plant kale.