It led to dispossession of Indian territory, the destruction of Indian tribes, and the dislocation of Indian people.
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In the late 1920s, the government had commissioned a report from the Institute fo Government Reasearch (later known as the Brookings Institute) to address the devastation caused by the Dawes Act, which had been passed in 1885 to facilitate agricultural settlement on so called "idle" land.
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It wasn't just a bad winter; it was fifty of them in a row, winters and summers too.
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This was a time when the government in the United States was trying to deal with another disaster, one that wiped out many of the Indians, as well as their horses.
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They were very poorly clad and some of the children had practiclly nothing. They haven't even any cooking utensils. In February all of them took sick with bad colds. They've lived on moose meat since last summer; sometimes a little flour. No tea or tobacco. Two hundred horses died...
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There were only two or three good teepees in the whole outfit and the only shelter they had was a piece of canvas hung overr the willows, under which I sw the old people and the children huddled.
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During the two days I spent with them, it rained continually, and I noticed that these people did not have tents.
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June, 1933. There are 1933. There are 170 Indians in the band, belonging to the Beaver tribe. They are on their last legs.
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He made some notes to send to Ottawa:
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He knew a fair bit about horses, and little bit about Indians. And he heard about the terrible winter up there. But what he saw was worse than he expected.
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Mindy Christiansen, who was watching from the trail near where he had parked his truck, had been appointed Inspector of Indian Agencies for the region the previous spring.
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The legs became longer, as eohippus changed into mesohippus and merchippus and then pliohippus, running faster each time, rearing up higher, kicking harder, eventually emerging as equus.
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At first, Eohippus and her kin were at home in the rain forests and swamps, but as these changed to savannah land all the places to hide disappeared, replaced by places to run.
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So the toes went, slowly but surely, until all that was left were some bones up above the ankle and a little bit of the pad of the foot.
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HOrses have extraordinary generosity of sporit, and remarkable patience in dealing with humans.
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where...when...dismantle...weather....wuther...were and wence...in an artificial universe...without which....get on with...the major problem...of governing people...anyone...people are a problem...who...who can possibly....pussy...pussy...don't get involved...rain is wet I think...do you hear questions? And look what else they left me...who can tell who can tell?
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quien es la gata mas guapa?
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Horse, Lewis, goodbye

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SSSoooooooooooooooo...sigh.

so...Karen, L chicka de mesas a Der Strand...tiene un segundo trabajo.

Ella necessita leer blogs y preguntar los escribadores, "do you want to review books?"

Entonces, digo, "Por supuesto! Como No!"

Entonces, esta compania: Meryl Zegarek Public Relations, Inc. (MZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzPR, I)
(m' envoyen???)(me da?)(sent me) estos libros:

1) TIME TO SAY GOODBYE-by PAT MacENULTY

Forty-four chapters with a light house and an Annie Lennoxesque Diva on the cover.

"Vera Lee was a fast learner. She had learned from Lance Underwood how to discern a Merlot from a Pinot Noir..."

2) The C. S. LEWIS CHRONICLES The indispensable Biography of the Creator of Narnia Full of Little-Known Facts, Events and Miscellany-by COLIN DURIEZ

3) HORSE: HOW THE HORSE HAS SHAPED CIVILIZATIONS-by J. Edward Chamberlin

includes such topics as "OUT OF THE MIST: Horses and Humans in the Americas", "MAKING TROUBLE: Horses and war", and "GREAT HORSE CULTURES OF THE WORLD: From Ancient China to Modern Europe"

entonces espero para (mi pelo?) a venir sec(o?) y empezo a leer estos libros finos.

sigh...fe...fe...feeling burried
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dream life message provides account in freudian terms equiped with language koan video game psychonauts programed woof bears attacking bunnies and anything can happen because its dream logic black velvet matador paintings manhole captain of high school wrestling team none of which was true it stood for his rage and embarrassment fear of having a brain stolen he's coming.
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sigh...so much to read...so much to read.
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life drawing 235

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Hello...it is Friday...February 3, 2003...I sit in my apartment...apartment 47...my roommates are out...either that or they are being very quiet. My internet connection is down. I just installed this WordPerfect 11. Now I am practicing typing...typing without looking at the keyboard.
So blah, blah, blah, blah, blah da de da curious isn’t it that one can type one blah with no spelling flag, but two blahs raises a flag comme ca:
blah blah
sigh...will wonders never cease?
Maybe I will try my internet connection again...sigh.
An unfriendly roommate and a sketchy wireless connection
can be aggravating in the extreme.
Hey this instant spell check is amazing.
Where have you been all my life, instant spell check?
Last night I went to a free drawing session at a gallery in the Bronx.
The gallery is called Haven...its at 235 141st st.
not far from Barry’s Factory.
They are having an opening there tonight.
13 women artists on thirteen walls.
Now I want to see if I can get this Motorola Phone
to do some fancy tricks.

state of the unununion

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whell...removing debris...deeper challenges...relief...teach upward mobility...work for the day...justice...hope opportunity...HIV/AIDS...ryan white act...end the waiting list...working closely with african american churches...ideological conflict we didnothing to invite(???!!!)

complicit in the oppression of others...turn back or finish (what?)

compete and excell...move forward...optimistic...a gulf between the parties(???)

hello...hello...shake hands...hello...hello...shake hands shake hands...what will be remembered?

concilliation...autograph...autograph...ask people for sacrafice...deficits have gotten bigger...evesdropping...details?

supreme court...domestic surveillience...controvercy...advantage...sit back and wait to be hit again...9/11...american lives...center of the fight between...spin...sides...CBS?

Sides...ABC?

Sides...Disney?

Sides...AOL/TimeWarner?

Exxon? Microsoft?



Does this supposed conflict keep the public blind to some gross excesses and the loss of public assets like airwaves?

whose spaghetti is this?

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What was I thinking?

Oh yeah...It's 2006.

I got a new calander.

It's got quaint black n' white photos
of people in France.

Maybe I'll have a quaint year.

sigh.

2006.

hmmm...I'm listening to a recording of peter gabriel
talking about his dad and his baby.
it was in a book out on the dollar cart.
The book is written in polish or czech.
so...I can't read it...sigh.

hmmm...peter gabriel has a kind voice
much different than when he's singing.

Oh wait...i guess that was Robert Fripp.
Now it's Adrian Belew talking about crayons.

And nowAnneke van Giersbergen.

I guess this disk is a bunch of musicians
talking...they are choosing their
words carefully and being thoughtfully reflective
and sincere...i like that...careful sincerity.

and the accents...i love the accents.

the way that guy just said "Bruvver"
my hero, Michael Stipe talking about
commerce sounding wired on adreneline(sp?)

lou reed doing impressions
and leaving long...pauses...here...and
there..."as much as I could...is that slow
or is that fast? Da...da...da...da...da...da..da.
once/i/pondered/weak/and/weary
no scotch no cigars

mark knopfler sounding sleepy
talking about falling asleep playing
and being lazy
ropert plant listing things
talking about time.

Steve Hogart talking about magic
and counting...sat-A-lights...and Britney
Spears.

"Yeah, you bet I am"
oh Iggy!!
I think I stood next to you
in the history section.

sigh...quelle an...tout le temps

Porquepine(sp?) tree?

fly...fly...or dumbo (DUMBO?)

where are we going?

Will there be prizes?

Who IS driving?

mr. hetfield?

quien?

24...24...hours ago oh OH

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last night at grassroots someone played
Strawberry Fields...this is a song I've heard
over and over and over and over
as it was one of the first 45 records Matthew
ever purchased...
I never really understood or thought I missheard
the part about nothing

to get hung about...

it's sunday and I don't know what I'm doing...

its sunday and I don't know what I'm doing...


I'm looking for something...........................................>
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............> to w(here)ear.............................................
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ok...I'm hooked...hook hook hooked...
on phonetics,
on repetition,
on lists,
on old, yellow, colorless-purple typed...
letters
and adjec
tives...ja...
je pense..je

suis...truely
hooked on all that...mr safire
what about hooking in wartime
1941...gardens and scrapbooks
and the word...um

what was that word?

je ne peut re...re...re

nevermind

my right foot?
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am i a real new yorker now?

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I started therapy today...I also sat in university diner and started reading the introduction to the divine comedy...wondering which circle of hell i might currently inhabit...I felt sort of new york state of mind-y...like bill bourroughs/woody allen in an ed hopper.

Krishna and I then went to see another wellspring film...called Good Morning Night.

I loved it. It helped me with some of the questions I've been having about "democratic"capitalism vs socialism. Questions spawned by the last film Krishna and I saw: Good Night and Good Luck and it reminded me to read don delillo's new book.

Krishna
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It's Wednesday...almost 4pm and I haven't moved very far...Krisha, Rebecca and Tayo spent the night last night...I'm still getting over somekind of illness plus some wicked menstrual cramps...MMMmmmenstrual CCCrrammmps.......gotta love being a woman.

Yesterday Socorro and I went to vote. That was good fun...all the switches and canidates...a vertable schmorgasbord(sp?) of parties...green...socialist workers...yay!

The day before that I took a trip to Jersey with Kumal. That was good fun. Thanks, Kumal.

So...ugh...Purple rain just ended...I guess I'll take a shower and do some laundry.

Thirteendays of Reflection: Day (6)?

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Ok...I'm up to 1996. Keeping in mind that this blog:

http://www.artexaminglife.blogspot.com/

was created as a makeshift portfolio for my art/life professors to view and recommend (or not recommend) me as a grad school candidate...I'm a little embarrassed at how personal it is and slightly sheepish in thinking that it does not go far enough in explaining the horrible mistakes and consequences...these past thirteen years (and these past 36 years for that matter)...This is the point at which religion starts to make sense.

You know, the absolution from sin and responsibility in exchange for confession and the "God still loves all us children...even the 36 year old ones."

Be aware, anyone who is glad I have let go and let God, faith is a fleeting thing for me. Moments from now I will be thinking what a manipulative and mis-used deception the "Great One" is...but for now I take comfort in the belief that we are perfect...just as god made us (U.S.?).

Don't...don't...don't...let's forget:

Jesus Died For The American People

good night and good luck

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Last night Krishna and I went to a free screening of this movie about CBS, Edward R. Murrow, and Senator Joseph McCarthy's hunt for communists. Krishna wasn't as impressed. I really loved it...the careful b & w cinamatography...the gravity of the subject...If nothing else it sparked a good three of four hours of discussion about socialism/communism/capitalism/Civil Rights.

Thanks, George Cluny for making this film.

I've been watcing this building across the street...it belongs to the boy's (and girls?) club...There are rumors of proposals for a community center on this site.
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vote aqui------->
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two
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2
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two sleep...
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Thirteen (wednes)Days of Reflection: Day 3

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I've started putting together an application for graduate school...I am applying to the nearest school, City College...to the College of Fine Art. This has inspired me to get in touch with my art professors and professoras from long, long ago...begging for rememberence and recommendations...it also inspired this blog/On-line review of my life in sketchbooks these past thirteen years. As with most projects, this is taking longer than I anticipated:

www.artexaminglife.blogspot.com

(oops...i misspelled examining.)

Grope Magazine

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I was working with Habitat in AL a few years back and thinking about what to do next...I thought I might travel around the world looking at cities and buildings and the way people moved through cities and write about the experience in the form of a 'zine...I came up with the name Grope. The word seemed an accurate description of the way in which I wanted to travel...Somewhat blindly, without relying on guide books. Instead I wanted to put faith in my other senses to listen and feel my way around. When I ended up taking a somewhat fixed position in New York the travel/architecture/culture magazine idea ("like National Geographic but different and for Grrls") definately went to the back burner. I am now making small attempts at reincarnating it as a blog: http://www.gropemagazine.blogspot.com/

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."
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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.
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tomorrow i go to the dentist for the first time in three years.
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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.

stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead

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I'm feeling gross...bleeding...watching t.v....girl 6...now something set at a girls boarding school...It's hot...I'm ready for fall. Saw a great sun set from a roof in Brooklyn. thinking...tap tap tap...thinking about what to do next.

july july july

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two twenty-eight. seven twenty-nine two-thousand five.still no wireless connection. Sigh. Time to practice typing without looking.Granted, something I should have learned long ago. I've been a non-typist for the last thirty some odd years. I figured I'd never have to be anybody's secretary that way. Now being a secretary doesn't seem as bad to me. Now it seems like a noble profession. Noble to be so helpful without desiringglory or credit. Sadly, secretarial work often takes place under horribllyinhumaine lighting.
sigh;;hmmm...what should I type about?
Something reflective I suppose...unexamined life such as it is.
Technology and me: &arrgh.
work: I dig the routine...biking, picking up books, judging them by their covers,putting them where they go...alphabetically, checking in with people, going to lunch,setting aside books to buy, trying to stay out of harm's way, trying to stay amusedand appear productive, riding home with my new derailer...my new head light...my new books:
hero with a thousand facesanias ninquanity theory of insanityslow learnercrime and punishment
the weather: finally cooler. Blissfully cool. very fine. no longer horribly, miserabllyhot and humid.
joints: slighty less achy(sp?) since I started taking the glucosamine.
finances: ok...barring unforseen disasters.
roomates: amusing to tolerable...disregarding smelly cat-box and the feeling that no one is cleaning anything.
future: unknown with a hint of bleakness. I am looking forward to my birthday and seeing the new show at ps1.I keep intending to compose letters to former professors asking for letters of reference for graduate schoolbut I keep putting it off since I haven't decided which program to which to apply.(what awkward phrasing)MFA? MUP? MARCH? MAH?
grip on reality: (desperately?) (deliberately?) depressingly tight.
and the great indicatior of well being:
laundry: 80% clean

My mom came to visit and we went to the Time Warner building, Central Park, and the Met...then to see As You Like It. Je t'aime NY.
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listening to music
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My mom in the central park.
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hello there
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enamel
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figurines
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children sleeping on table
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Swimming, laundry, tele-conferencing

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Today was a great day. I had the day off from Der Strand...so i checked greenhomenyc.org to see if they had any interesting lectures scheduled...there was one...somehow related to the american bar association and ceep...It wasn't free but I figured I had been to so many free events that I could pay for a change (so to speak).

It turned out to be a teleconference which I couldn't really spend my cell phone minutes listening to for very long, but the whole experience of figuring that out (I didn't read very carefully) and calling in was kind of fun...The best part was having/taking time to read the material and formulate questions. My question was "Can someone please create a LEED-like rating system for legislators...and if so who would our "platinium" legislators be?"

Since I had no lecture to go to...I went swimming at riverbank state park...a good move on my part...I forgot how good swimming feels. Swimming followed by reading in the sun...followed by shopping at the 99 cent store...followed by speaking a little spanish with my neighbors...followed by six raspberry fruit pops...followed by taking out the trash...followed by making up songs based on a 199(8?) new york times article about a new entrance in a garmet district loft building...followed by a santiago caltrava doc...following doing laundy and talking with Dave...followed by not doing my taxes (again).

all in all a very good day.

our new super-helper
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Socorro Cordova, Mechanical engineering student at City College now studying abroad in Germany.
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my neighbors, Lydia and Pedro up on the roof top.
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ant farm

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It's been a fairly good week...I went to an all women bike mechanic's workshop...shelved some literature...picked up a little book about Guerrilla television back in 1971 by Michael Shamberg and raindance corperation.

Last year sometime I sawa wildly painted bread truck that said Ant Farm on the side...I think it had an address for an art collective in new jersy...I was intrugued but not enough to do anything about it. This book the Guerrilla TV book is designed by Ant Farm...who I learned are the same people who made the cadallac ranch out in west tx. This must be really old news to most people.

I am so out of the loop...anyway, I find that this guy chip lord was a founding member and there seems to be a show of art farm stuff in philly but that might be old too.

anywho...ant farm...seems worth looking into.

copyright? what copyright?
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terraced housing est tres cool
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first peak flow day

It's HOT!

Tonight I went to the Municipal Arts Society's Urban Center to hear about nyc's plans to deal with energy demand. From the Bookstore I bought a periodical called LOG. It looks pretty interesting I hope it will inspire me to work on the GROPE 'zine...Ugh...then I spent some time with my friend Emma who is (thank god) quitting smoking. Now I sit on my futon listening to WBAI and sweating.

The big news is Casey just became a Baby-Daddy.

Yawn...free wine makes me sleepy.

Tita is Bernardo's very sweet cat. She likes to destroy my wool carpet.
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My roomate, Bernardo hasn't cleaned his cat's box in over a month.
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Everyday my roomate, Bernardo goes into this closet to get the cat food. Everyday the cat walks around in this. Bernardo doesn't seem to find this unsanitary.
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muppets, sorkin, Butchie

It's been a while since I've posted anything. I fell into that trap of waiting until I had something interesting or clever to say instead of just taking time to write whatever is on my mind. So here goes:

I've been thinking some more about graduate school and being who I am...I am looking into city college since it happens to be near where I live. One of the programs I was interested in is the Masters of Urban Planning (MUP). Turns out the director of this school is an architect named Michael Sorkin. I did a little reading about him and am finding out that he is pretty wonderful and amazing. So far I have been impressed with everything about him. He seems to epitomize everything good.

Ok...for example here is an article about how planners from Israel and Palestine are working together to plan a future Jerusalem. How much more relevant could anyone be? Anyway, I am impressed. I don't know if I can get into his program but I am definitely interested in what he is doing.

Coincidentally enough I have been thinking about muppets. I saw a video clip of sesame street characters lip sync-ing an NWA song...and two clips of REM (worlds greatest band) with muppets...AND I came across a great book of Jim Henson's sketchbooks...it reminded me of a similiar book of dr seuss's less seen work.

This morning my mother told me that our Aunt Butchie passed away last Friday. The full sadness of this news didn't really hit me until this afternoon. She was an amazingly thoughtful and full of life and love. So much personality and energy packed into a tiny Japanese frame. It's sad to imagine a world without her in it.

I also saw an amazing thing in union square...a man with a collection of pinhole cameras. He had used tin cans and those plastic canisters 35mm film comes in. the holes were so tiny you almost couldn't see them. The pictures came out looking very wide angle. He had pictures of the brooklyn bridge and various types of architecture from around the city.
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Yesterday someone left ten of these mysterious pictures printed on thermal register paper in the G's of Literature Non-fiction...I suspect an inside job.
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

This place is so disgusting yet so beautiful.
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

strange dreams

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Sick again...heavy dull pain in my head, neck, throat and I sleep and sleep and sleep. Dreaming half awake about butterflies and people I haven't seen in years. I hope this ends soon. How can a person sleep this much.