~ my studio instructor has not shown his face in the studio in a week, and he is not intending to come in tomorrow; we are operating under the assumption that there is a midreview on wednesday, but there is no evidence of truth to this rumor…

~ kraftwerk’s website has finally been updated; i have not decided if the ‘advanced’ bells and whistles really help their cause.

~ okay, after a search throughout the sci-arc network, including the machine caches of valiumgrey [w] and john [w], all the log files have been restored.

~ always test web pages on your hard drive before you upload the files; i just freaking lost last week’s archive. i still have the pictures; i can put them back to give a visual sense of the infernal conditions of this city.

~ dammit.

~ it is not my fault that there are no left turn signals in this city, causing only one car to turn left each light cycle – after the light has become red – so when i scream and shout profanities at the cars in front of me, why does a busload of school girls quietly appear and laugh at me for 10 minutes without my knowing? it’s not my fault…

~ david gypsy breier’s ‘xerox debt‘ now has a very text-ridden web page.

~ there aren’t enough hours in the day….i fall asleep at my desk at 7am, then somehow wake up in my car at 10.30am, which is an hour-and-a-half after i need to be downtown. is anything more demoralizing than realizing at your first waking moment that you will be spending the rest of the day in an urgent rush to catch up, only being able to put out a fire the moment the next one gets out of control?

~ yesterday was the portfolio submittal date for the $300 in scholarships which sci-arc offers each year; though no amount of money will help, at least i found evidence that the angry red bike did once exist. if anyone has any information as to its current whereabouts, contact the angry red planet.

~ lynne javaturtle has a new – to me, anyway – website.

~ the revelation that i am no longer allergic to bananas was premature, to say the least…

~ an entire week has unravelled, and there is little that i have to account for it. at some point, i think it was wednesday, i was up until 7am, then went to sleep until 11am, then woke until 7pm, then slept until 9pm, then woke until 5am, and on and on until now, when i am just waking up as everyone else goes home, or out, for the weekend

~ one of them: ‘oh, you drink coffee?’
  me: ‘always’
  one of them: ‘but i thought you were vegan’
  me: ‘always’
  i wonder why they don’t understand, but then i remember that every time i am caught eating an apple or potatoes, i get: ‘i thought you only ate birdseed’, and i know exactly why they don’t understand…

~ speaking of birdseed, i finally got around to the venice co-op for some (vegan) flour, so i could churn up a batch of cornbread, the delicious likes of which los angeles has never known.

~ today, a classmate told me this: ‘it’s graduate school, who cares? everyone’s here to do their own thing’.

~ sometimes, i just don’t know about this city. i woke up far from home this morning; my press was nowhere near me, so i had to go out for the day’s first coffee. i am already shocked that a decent cup can’t be found anywhere on the westside after midnight, but i don’t think that it is too irrational to expect a cafe in a place such as los angeles to be open at 10.30am on a sunday morning. p*tt*rson’s was closed. *rth was closed. d*rkwater was gone. i had to go to t*nner’s… freaking t*nner’s!..

~ at about three o’clock this morning, we was passing the newest furniture store on robertson when we saw a man pulling the door open with one hand and point a gun into the store with the other. we pulled into the alley behind a car wash and returned to see was was happening. by the time we arrived, no one was to be seen.

~ today has to be the most beautiful day in our los angeles history. cruising down pico, we was content to feel the air, unable to find the usual urge to run from the city as soon as possible. at a store in los feliz, the cashier commented on the sun, saying that days like today are why we live in this city. we agreed with her, until the hour’s worth of traffic from hollywood to the 10 reminded me of why we hate this city.