Seriously

I feel kinda gross and lethargic, a real malaise.

I will now be consuming smart water exclusively. Because it has smart on the label and the alphabet changed tribal man into individual man who makes lifestyle choices based on personal preference which are actually signers signifying one's true and inimitable soul.
Duh.
Ew. My head feels like poop.

Art Snack

What? I'm in grad school and I consistently feel just a tad on the tard side? Kind of. What am I thinking about right now? Thanks for asking.

Accessories mostly.

additives, sauces, getting sauced.
Things you put on other things to change their over-all nature. Sauces and boozes and wood veneers and tooth veneers as literalizations of things that are added for the purpose of change, but don't fully mask anything. A covering with a massive suggestion of underbelly (underlying emotion issues, underlying food taste, ugly walls and bad teeth) An underbelly that easily leads you to its pathetic insides. And never really wanted then to be covered up in the first place, like a suicide attempt with 10 aspirin instead of 100.

Only funny.





So. I made this thing-- it's really heavy. About 220 lbs-heavy, like a fattish man. And it sits in my studio like that, a fat little man (about 4ft 6). It's really hard to move.

I am going to either start thinking about making things of a lighter nature or making more muscles in my body.

Dinners.

Pork Chop with black currant reduction. Made by Kurtlan.


Most of the Holidays were spent staring into space. Sometimes space is a TV and I'm hungover.

As soon as I got to NY it seemed maybe, that I wouldn't be allowed to leave. Perverted perpetual work ethics and really cold everything.

Most social interactions involved snacks and liquor but I'm less inclined to take photos of snacks than consume them.
I see where an argument could be made about the validity of me having a "snack blog."
Shut up.

Minty

I'm putting mint on everything.

Is it a problem? No. Why would it be.

Cheese Tortilla Honey Mint. Warmish.

California is cold. I mean my house is cold because its kind of a pool house, and the windows are made of plastic resilient material more commonly seen in the construction of beach balls. It's not as cold as NY will be when I go home to visit in two days. But Sheldon Steinfeld is picking me up from La Guardia, driving all the way from Long Island where he goes on the weekends, and he has promised/threatened to be carrying a plethora of winter clothes to keep me from freezing from the walk to the car from the airport. In addition he will be most likely toting food items on his person because a trip in the car does not happen unless there is a some multi grain brown bread in one pocket and dairy free mozzarella something something in the other.

When we get home to Brooklyn, because I guess that's home, the house will be freezing, the heater never rising above 66 degrees. In the morning Sheldon will go out to the store and get pumpernickel bagels and lox and avocados instead of cream cheese.
And he's going to ask me about living in LA and school and how an MFA translates to cash money.

I won't really know what to say, but I'll try and mostly have a kind of glazed catatonic look, as will my dad cause that's where I got it from.

Trying to branch out -

Rode the subway(Metro) on Thursday:

They are weird wide eyed / sleepy lid and tan w/ no saavy-- Makes you want to herd them into a coral - cult them up a bit

Cucumber chile Ice Pop. Sucked up while doing laundry and listening to the obmama/mccain debates. This is a retroactive snack. But I did laundry today, so really whats the diff. Delish.

The Business of Weasels

A car beeped pretty far away, and it did kind of provoke a feeling of wanting to go home. I mean, I'm not that close to the freeway, but I can see it reflected in the windows that mirror my other windows.

Yesterday I had two bags of chips, somesort of vegetable medley and a chocolate peanut butter protein bar, of which I have many because my mom sent them all the way from the Costco in NY which is apparently different than the LA Costco. I bet it has the same number of free sample loving seniors though.

First semester of graduate school almost done so I was having last critiques, not a rexic moment.

More snacks to come.