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[02 Dec 2009|12:33pm] |
http://anotherdoorstore.etsy.com
The Another Door online vintage collective is opening December 4th! Which is also my birthday. Give me the best birthday present of all - support! Get your Christmas shopping done early.....
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[28 Nov 2007|02:16am] |
color is a much more foreign medium than i expected it to be.
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[30 Aug 2007|04:28pm] |
www.flickr.com/photos/madeline_
everyone should check out my slowly budding flickr page, i haven't even begun to make a dent in scanning/printing all of my stuff but here's a little bit.
and if anyone has any ability to score me free/cheap color processing, please let me know. i've got like 50 rolls begging to be developed...
i'm going to LA tonight :)
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[05 Jul 2007|12:51pm] |
so for the fourth i went boating with carly and i earned myself a whopping sunburn by forgetting that they exist and neglecting to screen thoroughly. around 5 we came back and i met up with everyone else in my life and proceeded to get obliterated almost immediately. it was very hot, i whined about my sunburn and did all sorts of shit like watch the fireworks and consume free whiskey sours and sing karaoke and wander the train tracks. once the downtown festivities were over, all sorts of skateboarding and bottle-seeking happened, we drank more and more whiskey and had big talks about going to parties and doing big things, but nothing actually came of it because i ended up getting in a fistfight with some dude i've never met in my life. consequently, unnecessary police tasing took place after i left, my nose hurts a LOT, and i slept for about 1.25 hours. yesterday was weird.
also, i came home this morning to find that owen had been out of his cage since we left two days ago, and i couldn't find him at first and thought he was dead. i became hysterical but i found him under the stove and squeezed him and kissed him and wouldn't put him down for like 20 minutes and now he hates me and won't stop glaring at me but i could give a fuck.
more oldies:
( jessica's 17th birthday, 2006 )
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[07 Mar 2007|08:38am] |
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i'm in berkeley and carly and i just ate sushi (i love you, inari). now we're watching television and i'm not really watching it, but neither of us can tell the difference between sandra bullock and julia roberts. i mean, come on.
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[25 Dec 2006|03:00pm] |
newest addition:
( +2 )
he's still nameless. i love jessica and daniel and cute fuzzy babies and christmas.
(edit: his name is owen.)
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[21 Nov 2006|03:45pm] |
failing two classes momentarily (but skyrocketing by next week is guaranteed) and already flying past another; only 30 more days to go until i'm done for a minute or two. i can't even begin to wonder what the fuck i'm actually doing with myself right now - i take my vitamins, i get enough sleep, and i haven't ingested anything TOO radically intoxicating in a decent amount of time (probably long enough to be deemed a "full recovery.") two thousand six was quite the adventure/quite the adventurer/quite the i-can't-write-anymore.
miami, florida is not the place to go to be inspired - unless a pair of rainbow robot helmets and crunching computer voices happen to be there, spinning records and blowing kisses to a dirt floor packed with thousands of sweaty bodies, eyes rolling and teeth grinding and spit flying and voices cracking/screaming - unless you're sweating/grinding/spitting/screaming too, unless you're out of control amist the elbows and the bass building with every second and the epitome of sound slamming decibel upon decibel into your ears and out your mouth. pressed so tightly in with everyone else that all intimacy barriers are torn to pieces, your memory is wiped clean, and personal space is utterly violated to make way for the only thing they want for you and the only thing they need from you...
"yeah, why'd they go all the way to MIAMI just to see daft punk???"
action vs. speculation/if you don't understand now, you won't ever.
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[10 Sep 2006|12:30am] |
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i barely ever get a chance to go on the internet anymore, unless i'm at my mom's to sleep (like now but usually never) or at the apple store in union square (like more frequently than mom's but almost never). so please don't try to contact me via internet, unless it's just cute and not important. if you want to see me or tell me something exciting or if you just want to talk to me, please just call me. it's 925 783 3419... like always. my computer will be fixed after i buy a lens which comes after an ipod (maybe) which comes after rent (definitely). which means it isn't getting fixed for quite some time, which means phones are good...for now. oh yeah, and i'm moving to SF as of tomorrow morning. got the keys in my pocket. you'll all be invited to the first show/party. i also work weekends mid-day and wednesdays mid-day so people should roll on through because i miss my real friends.
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[22 Aug 2006|01:33pm] |
first: (URGENT!) if anyone has or knows of an open room in san francisco/berkeley/oakland, let me know right now. very desperate.
second: (NOT URGENT!) as always, it's 1:38. my abnormal psychology class makes getting on BART by 8:30am entirely worthwhile. i really need a home, but i have a feeling that i'll have one soon. my polaroid class doesn't have a professor but they're assuring us that it's in the works, so whatever. i can't believe i'm going to school. i read my horoscope and it said that if i let myself avalanche in the first few days of the semester, i'll never get back on track. fortunately, i got this astrological memo mere seconds before i let the entire thing slide right down the mountain, made it to class on time, and now i think i'm pretty set. rasputin still hasn't fired me, and i get my check tomorrow because they printed it to the wrong name on friday. naturally, 95% of it is going to my mother, but what are you gonna do. this moment in time sucks because i have a 5-hour break between classes, no apartment in the city, and no idea what i want to do with myself before i venture off to the other side of town for my drawing class. okay, i just decided: i'm going to go wander in the mission and finish Hell's Angels and watch people and eat food and...
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[05 Aug 2006|08:42pm] |
the three weeks cured me; everything i went looking for came to me, physically and mentally (ie: a rejuvinated lust for life and a desperate craving for self-awareness, among other things.) i have retained all of the humidity and firefly lights and thunderstorms inside of my skin and it gives me life, for now.
i spent my first social bay area night at gilman, standing on the street corner surrounded by daft and friends, back to four-twenty and tall cans, back to sweaty crowds and hilarious people, back to hand-holding and various hugs, back to someone to sleep next to, back to simultaneous/identical thought patterns brain waves heart beats sober love fucked-up love unconditional love, back to sonic youth sweatshirt weather. when i first stepped off the plane, i felt uncomfortable and out of place standing on BART with my luggage like a tourist, but within a few hours it was all back, it woke back up; i'm a part of this more deeply than i could've imagined. no escape will change that.
today was my first day of work at Rasputin Music on telegraph. i'm making nine-fifty an hour to do what i love (well, eventually. right now i'm making nine-fifty an hour to stand around and be new and awkward and in the way.) everyone is intimidating, no one's trying to be too buddy buddy, but i could give a fuck. i work with thom yorke's doppelganger.
i'm living in oakland with daniel, who is living with scott. we're living with scott until the 21st and then we're moving in to some other ridiculously cheap and nice setup that daniel has arranged. i start school august 16th and i'm taking 15 units.
and if i somehow manage to fuck any of this up, and i haven't already killed myself, kill me.
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[09 Jul 2006|06:21pm] |
bring vegan/veggie food and get a xixwxhxaxcxixyxyxbx button for free!!!! (or don't bring anything and still get a button for free, if you want one.) the show might be five dollars, so bring five and have an extra buck if it's four. yeah yeah yeah.
this will also be my last appearance in california for a month, so if you want to give me a high five or a hug or a dollar or something, come on down. for those of you in different states: see you soon.
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[22 Jun 2006|10:35am] |
on the move again. oakland didn't work, because as more and more time passed, the alternate town (antioch) that we were all "escaping" was seeming more and more like a paradise compared to the trashy toxic wasteland of 24th and myrtle. the catalyst to the abrupt beginning of the end was the feeling we all got when we walked out squinty-eyed into a summer morning to check on casey's car after a night of pure fun/bruises, and realized that it had been stolen. jaws dropped and police were called and all smiles were forced for the next few days. the car turned up a couple of days later with absolutely nothing in it, the police refused to prosecute because they really are as worthless as we always thought they were, and now casey kenesaw smith has to start all over. i'm using this opportunity to join her in possessing practically nothing - materialism is the last thing i need in my life right now. i'm moving out with half of the boxes i moved in with; leaving most things behind and selling anything that will get me cash to go towards my now-possible drive-to-the-midwest trip. we're working ourselves out and now escape is possible and now our lives are beginning. i was looking at the events of this past two weeks as failure: round two...but i suppose the best way to look at it is with a true appreciation for the spontaneity of this/our/my life.
until we leave, it's back to wishing on shooting stars face up on the pavement with the laughter and the warmth that we forgot about last october, with the memories of june 2005 still ringing in our heads like it'd all happened ten minutes ago. but then we'll leave, and i believe it's safe to say that this time, we'll never be back.
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