This week, I will have accomplished the following:
- dressed the way I feel most comfortable and attractive, not the way other people dress
(this has led me to realize I feel much less socially awkward when I am not trying to “conform” to the norm)
- went to all of my classes
- bought two required textbooks used instead of new
- helped a friend through a mental health issue
- shoveled my car out of more than a foot of snow and ice
- took notes, did readings
- didn’t eat out during the day, only in the evening with my hunny
- had a major epiphany about the awkwardness I feel when I talk about my experiences in China
These
are all minor things, but most will set me up for success for the next
three months. Three months! that’s it, and then I will have 16 more
credits to my name, another semester down in this damn Bachelor’s!
In honor of Lord Byron’s birthday I would like to remind you all of the time that Shelley and Keats, having not heard from him for some time, became concerned for his safety and it was determined that Shelley would go looking for him. Keats received a letter some time later that Shelley had found him in Venice, where he’d been having so much sex that he’d nearly died from malnourishment and dehydration. Keats’ entire response amounted to essentially, “You should probably have let him.”
“I found him, he’s in a gutter.” “Well go put him back”
Yaoyao Ma Van As is a Los Angeles-based art director, painter, illustrator and animator. Ma Van As depicts seemingly prosaic moments of ordinary, routine life in a very warm and intimate manner. Her “living alone” series is very popular on social media sites, as it celebrates beautiful moments ranging from heartwarming to heartbreaking in day-to-day life. The artist is also professionally known for her layout and background paintings, as Ma Van As has worked with Netflix, Disney TV Animation, Warner Brothers Animation, Rick and Morty, Stoopid Buddy Studios, and Starburns Industries among others.
I don’t have a body…I am a body….I don’t own my body….my body is me
not 2 be fake deep but…capitalism commodifies everything, even the self. You think about your body as though you are outside of it. You assign a value to it based on how well it can help you move thru the world. I stand outside of myself saying “at least this body is still young, at least this face is still beautiful. These are things that will help me make it.” Your body becomes a thing. But the whole time your body has been you, and so you become a thing.
me, trying to accept the fact that i’m mentally ill and as a result impaired in my function: but….. i’m… probably… just lazy. a bad person. i simply need to pull myself together and that’s it
