Fookin 'ell.

You still read this stuff? Hur hur hur.








Eh. Dun't know why I'm typing this up.

I had a whim and I am rolling with it.

Derp derp derp.


And that's it.

*Biblical Name Pun Goes Here*

So, Michel. Let's talk about your project.


First things first.

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Now that my silly giggly laugh is out of the way.

Good stuff!

You have that mockumentary film motif down. Similar to the cat girl.


But on a different wavelength. More to the tune of a Manzai or Double Act. With a straight man and a jokester. With your girlfriend being the jokester, and you being the straight man trying to keep the production going.

An excellent dialogue writer is you. In fact it is so excellent it makes me think that you two were ad-libbing. Or at least doing the comments off the cuff.

I like doing that in general bullshit situations.

But I know that no one is actually that disruptive, so the scripting comes off as a humorous intentional creation rather than a lucky 8r8k. Or break as it were.

I want to know why you chose this idea.

I'll probably ask you.


In fact I will right now. Comment if you feel like it.

You won't hurt my feelings if you don't.







*sniffle*


And that's it.

CAF CAF CAF SOMEONE GET ME A LOZENGE!

I had to look up how to spell "lozenge."


So I went to Kip's talk at the Contemporary Arts Forum for a host of reasons (Extra credit, interest, needed an art thing for that week, etc etc etc.) and I am most satisfied with what I got out of it.

Three things really.

First, I was bombarded with a large amount of cultural introspection.

In that, I heard a large number of things that I am peripherally aware of, but had not had the chance to familiarize myself with.

I got more detail into the workings of the Hapa project (had heard about this twice previously), I got to hear three of his spoken word pieces again (The job application, the HIYAAAA; learn how to abuse your asian background advertisement, and one other that the name escapes me at the moment), and I got to boggle at his cometary about the Asian kungfu stereotype/motif that seems prevalent in a large segment of American movie culture (I also fucking love Enter the Dragon.)

Second, I sat next to the most strikingly beautiful woman I have seen in a long time. I have no idea what her name is/was and I am saddened that I will probably never see her again. I can only hope that whatever machinations of fate that placed her in that time at that place, will do so again. She wore a particularly shear skirt, I could tell she was nervous about it. I wanted to be able to help her.

Huh. Kind of strange. I normally don't give two shits about the romantic/human relationship side of things. Due to being abraised in that subject of my life. For various reasons.

Well miss green shirt/shear white skirt, I can say that I wish I had spoken to you and I can only hope I meet you again. Something in your demeanor makes me think you feel the same.

Thirdly, if that is a word (oh good the red lines aren't popping up, I guess it is a word), I got out of my fucking dorm room and had the opportunity to look around downtown.

I really am a bit of a shut-in and I need to go do more things. This helped me do that. I really could flourish in the bombastic small city environment, and this helped to boost my confidence to do so.

I just need to acquire the right sense of movement to do so. I sort of have it at the moment, but it will take some work.

I notice that few people have that sense, but those who do are the people who become like Kip. Charismatic beacons of light in a dark and murky social telephonic veil.
Santa Barbara really is a crazy place.

Had a lot of fun there. Hope to have some more soon.

Off to the summer I go.


And that's it.

Art dump 10; Mostly personal space.

Okay I lied.

It's all personal space.

Here is a video taken by people. I am only in it for a leetle, but it is good to see.



Here. I liked the music choice.

Here are some photos too.

Hahaha! Fuck you shitty Blogger photo uploader. I figuted out your reversal trick and abused my knowledge to get things in the right order on the first try! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...


Ahem.


Well that seems ta be all then.

Oh and this link too.


And that's it.

Show me ya moves!

Sorry Des. This is gonna suck a leetle.


So let's talk about my extra credit earning adventures!

Mainly, filming my TA's sparring bout.

That she, uh, unfortunately lost.

But talking about loosing is boring, so I'll just deal with two things.

Things that went right.
And the best bits from which ta learn!


She went the entire three rounds. Very good. I could feel the energy coming from the ring as (specifically during the second round) Des took some strikes that would have dropped less determined fighters. There was a specific cross counter roughly a minute and a half in that sent her noggin reelin' a good foot, but she kept her hands up and kept trying to move forward.

With the slight break between rounds 2 & 3 she managed to muster enough of her reserves to put out a much better fight in the third round, actually keeping her opponent on the defensive.

Video!:



Pow.


Let's move to round two.


And that's it.

All the crap you could possibly want. And more.

Sun: Write an entry that provides URLs to documentation of your: pun, nexus, act of beauty/kindness, altered activity in public space, confession, sequence/narrative, alternate persona, and personal space entries.

Copying that over so I don't have to switch tabs every five fucking seconds to remember what I need to find.

Christ I should have come up with a better system of tagging. Would make this a tonne easier.

Bluh bluh, huge pain in the ass.


Hahahahahaha I'm exaggerating.

Here we go then:

Pun:
http://seven-eighths.blogspot.com/2011/04/art-shite-dump-1.html

Nexus:
http://seven-eighths.blogspot.com/2011/04/beach-barred-killer-dunes-for-real.html

Kindness:
http://seven-eighths.blogspot.com/2011/04/be-kind-rewind.html

http://seven-eighths.blogspot.com/2011/05/art-doomp-three-i-think-wait-no-number.html

Altered activity in public:
http://seven-eighths.blogspot.com/2011/04/nice-weather.html

Confession:
http://seven-eighths.blogspot.com/2011/04/recods-3.html

http://seven-eighths.blogspot.com/2011/05/art-doomp-three-i-think-wait-no-number.html

Sequence/Narrative:

You have this Des. In fact, I will re-post the blog post link somewhere and send that to you outside of this. For reasons you remember. So you can see the format I intended. Here. It's a secret to everybody.

Alternate persona:
http://seven-eighths.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-not-let-trees-stand-for-silence.html

http://seven-eighths.blogspot.com/2011/05/does-eighth-come-later-only-for-fox.html

http://seven-eighths.blogspot.com/2011/05/treatise-to-dolphins-who-listen.html

Personal space:
http://seven-eighths.blogspot.com/2011/06/thirstquenching-action.html

http://seven-eighths.blogspot.com/2011/06/art-dump-10-mostly-personal-space.html

Woah meta. mIrAcLeS.


If ya need anything else dearies just give me a ring!

I'll be happy to have it somewhere you can download in a jiffy!


And that's it.

We got's nutin' ta fear 'cept fear itself.

http://seven-eighths.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-of-two-emotions.html

That was where I talked about fear.

Oh, I think I have grown.

In fact, I think I have taken my potted plant of a self and flipped it turnways.

Replanted into some fresh fucking tilled earth.


And am now ready to expand my root systems to the motherfucking core.


That metaphor may have gotten a little out of hand.

I think the best advice that I got from Des was to "stop holding back."

That was very good advice.


I've been working throughout the year to apply that to basically everything.

I think I have mentioned before that I see most of humanity as lonely scared human beings who want nothing more out of life than to be loved and accepted. And by realizing this I can push past the paralytic feelings that the loneliness and fear cause. My father warned me to make sure that it would not cause my ego to swell.

I take that to heart. I never want that to happen. Ego is a dangerous and fuck thing.

Hubris hurts and all that roit.


Thanks for the experiences.

I really appreciate 'em.

Still pissed I missed that flashmob, but olive.

Haha pun.


Yeah, Good times guys. Really feel a great deal more confident thanks to this class and this year.


And that's it.