n. infantile pattern of suckle-swallow movement in which the tongue is placed between incisor teeth or between alveolar ridges during initial stage of swallowing (if persistent can lead to various dental abnormalities) v. [content removed due to Bush campaign to clean up the internet] n. act of nyah-nyah v. pursuing with relentless abandon the need to masticate and thrust the world into every bodily incarnation in order to transform it, via the act of salivation, into nutritive agency

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

before the

it is raining outside. no, pouring. and I am wearing my rubber boots. sirens going off everywhere; it doesn't help with the panic sometimes to live just down the street from the firehouse. what could be going on in a massive rain that could require so much attention from sirens?

i have on my rubber boots.

i am going shopping soon - making salmon quiches later tonight for the two Thanksgivings I'm going to attend.

i made a schedule for the rest of the semester. it has highlights and everything.

i dreamt last night that i met up with a bunch of people from my last MA program, and they all had PhDs. they kept telling me i needed a PhD or I'd never get a job. they insisted that i call them all Dr- . i told them i didn't want a PhD, didn't need a PhD to do what I want to do. that i'm already tired of school, Dr-, although not learning, and want to set my own learning agenda from here on out. but they told me i'd never get a job.

just thinking "I need to keep to the schedule" this morning made me set down my coffee and hop to put on my boots, although I stopped myself with a laugh.

in the dream, instead of phone numbers on my cellphone, i kept the license plates everyone wished they had on their cars. one was "Chicago is my Brontosaurus."

i'm going shopping, and then downtown to get busy with the "schedule." today's work is: small images, postcards, writing.

my rubber boots are grand.
You know I only expect you to call me Queen Unicorn Princess Royal!
oh thank gorsh. no more Dr.'s. Drs. D.rs.

Ms. Queen Unicorn Princess Royal, I am learning about "clipping paths" and Photoshop patience tonight.

The schedule. And all that.

What I want to do is snorkel and be startled by something from the mesomorphic layer of antianthropomorphic existence. but, all things considered, my art-studentness has already made me spoiled enough that I could quite possibly consider the rest of my life payBack. (which scares me).

Ms. Unicorn Princess Royal. I always knew you'd be the one to not insist on being called Dr.

onwards towards indesigns and clipping paths...
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