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Name: Robin
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Pittsburgh
Birthday: 2/12/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: cowing disaster. learning new things, words. musics, listening and making. cow, brilliant word. driving, finding private spaces. pursuit of a different kind of something. now.
Expertise: milking jokes for all they're worth, rendering the subsequent moments uncomfortably awkward.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
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Website: visit my website
AIM:  mooman661
MSN: ifoundpot@hotmail.com
Member Since:
6/25/2004
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| So John and I were helping Ben put up his installation at Space Gallery a couple of weeks ago. There's no story here really. So it's list time:
1) We had trashbags full of blown-up balloons in our very very small house for a few days. Needless to say the house was cramped but awesomely awesome. Yes, i just used an adjective to modify the incredibleness of another.
2) John got high and drunk and decided to ride in the back of the uhaul with the balloons. Again, no story here.
3) We got a meal at Uldipi out of it. For those in the dark, it's one of the best vegetarian indian places in the pittsburgh area. Right near the first hindu temple in america, and a strange temple at that. Again, for those in the know, hindu temples are usually colour-nutters. This one's all white.
4) The meal at Uldipi was both a treat from Ben as well as a "hey, congratulations, you graduated, finally" thing for Elin, who finally did it. I think after 6 years. You'll probably hear all about Elin Lennox in the next decade. Brilliant painter.
5) Got an email from Julia, who forwarded us this email from her friend who works at Space. So, apparently, someone posted a missed connections on craigslist asking about some "gorgeous artist guys" who were putting up an installation that night and wanted to know if they were straight and single. Yeah, we've got fans.
6) The volcano was freaking dope.
In other news, I'm alone in S.Oakland now. Seems like everyone in the neighborhood packed up and left for home. I don't know what to do with myself.
John told me he just met Cornel West at a bookstore and talked to him. I'm envious.
I gotta admit I greatly enjoy Sweet Home Alabama and almost wished I was Jake. I've got it bad for the Southern girls.
The Bring It On movies made me happy.
Chang Zhang-ed
I want to talk about stuff, like where people end and the concept of otherness. and the idea of skin.
I found out something the other day reading a friend's blog that made me really curious and I'm tempted to ask, but haven't decided if I should.
There was a man from the Mon Valley, who lived alone, BUT with 2 other people. And behold, he spoke in parables.
Aunt Dorothea, I don't feel so eloquent anymore.
holla.
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| i would like very much to do some drunken singing right now.
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| i've been suffering a relapse the last few days. for one, it marked the first time i've ever had a hallucination.
i have some ideas.
painting or something of that ilk, exploring how we classify things. like how do we know all kinds of trees to be trees despite their differences.
a film which has a disjointed narrative, shot in some POV, about mental problems and exerting control over your environment.
a film which starts out normal, but in which over time things start happening and people start moving in sync. could be a love story.
a film shot from the reverse POV of a person.
writing seems very pertinent and attractive right now.
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| not that they'll ever see this, but happy birthday ned, xiong and my sister wendy.
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