I definitely need to get in on this. Photos will be on their way. I am so pumped I just started my left leg on fire with rubber cement and a magnifying glass.
This just in: Forever21 now has Muscles and Hot Chip on their soundtrack for trashy shoppers everywhere.
More fun facts from beyond to come.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
castro... wait no.... castrate?
THE new word of the day... which I think I will prolong into tomorrow will be castrate!
CASTRATE
take some photos... or just simply write your dreams... or write something that comes as a form of a muse or inspiration that you receive from..... castrate!
ready...?
set...?
go.
p.s. TO: adela.
tomorrow... if you get this in time... you pick a new word. if we can not communicate before hand, i suppose that this way will do fine? its like a surprise anyway!
CASTRATE
take some photos... or just simply write your dreams... or write something that comes as a form of a muse or inspiration that you receive from..... castrate!
ready...?
set...?
go.
p.s. TO: adela.
tomorrow... if you get this in time... you pick a new word. if we can not communicate before hand, i suppose that this way will do fine? its like a surprise anyway!
Friday, February 22, 2008
dreams
1st dream:
Setting: an old, dark apartment. Might have been my grandparents’ old apartment in Hong Kong
People: me and two friends (I don’t remember which ones)
I’m in this apartment getting ready for bed, just kind of wandering around until I get tired and a really powerful vacuous wind pushes me against a corner. I go to another room to investigate and find a huge dark figure has taken my friends through a tiny portal at the base of a large chair. To secure the portal, there is a metal latch shaped similarly to a magnifying glass held in by suction so it would be really difficult to pull away. The figure spots me and chases me around the apartment. The figure slips away and lets me believe that I outrun it. I begin to call everyone on my phone to ask for help to find my friends and everyone is telling me that I am overreacting and that everything is ok. I asked why nobody cared that these two people somehow disappeared inside of the apartment and the only answer I got was that they were ok. After more scrambling around, the two friends somehow returned but were inside of coffin-like beds where there was a heavy lid on top of them, and the dream ends.
2nd dream:
Setting: A large mental health facility for people around my age that operated like a boarding school
People: Lots of kids I don’t know in real life, but lots of friends in the dream
From what I remember, the dream begins with me and a couple of girlfriends sitting in a circle trying to figure out a way for one of our close girlfriends to see her fiancé who is also in the hospital. The school divides the students into squads so that everyone can be efficiently ‘managed’, depending on their mental status. Each group is strictly separated from each other and follows their own schedule throughout the day. We write letters to friends in different squads and find new ways of smuggling them. Today, it is my turn to hide the notes under my shirt and sneak off to a part of the school where I’m not usually allowed. I pretend to leave to see one of the therapists, but instead I pass the note on to another student who is doing the same thing I am as we pass each other in the hallway, who sends it to the right recipient. After I deliver my share of messages, it is time for gym so I lie to a series of hall monitors for them to let me into class. There are many gyms in the school, all enclosed by heavy doors in one hallway. I forget which room it is, so I look through each one looking for a familiar face. I can’t find anyone I know, so I make a wild guess of which room is mine and happen to be right. The kids inside are playing some sort of game where they shoot off a gun with a racquetball ball as bullets to try to hit certain targets, kind of like dodgeball. I find my friends and tell them everything was sent out. As I joined the group, they began talking about the final test that is administered to determine whether or not we should be released. An instructor will tether us to the ground as we’re standing, similar to the way that the end credits are in Mortal Kombat, and we pass if react the right way without freaking out.
Then I woke up.
--adela
Setting: an old, dark apartment. Might have been my grandparents’ old apartment in Hong Kong
People: me and two friends (I don’t remember which ones)
I’m in this apartment getting ready for bed, just kind of wandering around until I get tired and a really powerful vacuous wind pushes me against a corner. I go to another room to investigate and find a huge dark figure has taken my friends through a tiny portal at the base of a large chair. To secure the portal, there is a metal latch shaped similarly to a magnifying glass held in by suction so it would be really difficult to pull away. The figure spots me and chases me around the apartment. The figure slips away and lets me believe that I outrun it. I begin to call everyone on my phone to ask for help to find my friends and everyone is telling me that I am overreacting and that everything is ok. I asked why nobody cared that these two people somehow disappeared inside of the apartment and the only answer I got was that they were ok. After more scrambling around, the two friends somehow returned but were inside of coffin-like beds where there was a heavy lid on top of them, and the dream ends.
2nd dream:
Setting: A large mental health facility for people around my age that operated like a boarding school
People: Lots of kids I don’t know in real life, but lots of friends in the dream
From what I remember, the dream begins with me and a couple of girlfriends sitting in a circle trying to figure out a way for one of our close girlfriends to see her fiancé who is also in the hospital. The school divides the students into squads so that everyone can be efficiently ‘managed’, depending on their mental status. Each group is strictly separated from each other and follows their own schedule throughout the day. We write letters to friends in different squads and find new ways of smuggling them. Today, it is my turn to hide the notes under my shirt and sneak off to a part of the school where I’m not usually allowed. I pretend to leave to see one of the therapists, but instead I pass the note on to another student who is doing the same thing I am as we pass each other in the hallway, who sends it to the right recipient. After I deliver my share of messages, it is time for gym so I lie to a series of hall monitors for them to let me into class. There are many gyms in the school, all enclosed by heavy doors in one hallway. I forget which room it is, so I look through each one looking for a familiar face. I can’t find anyone I know, so I make a wild guess of which room is mine and happen to be right. The kids inside are playing some sort of game where they shoot off a gun with a racquetball ball as bullets to try to hit certain targets, kind of like dodgeball. I find my friends and tell them everything was sent out. As I joined the group, they began talking about the final test that is administered to determine whether or not we should be released. An instructor will tether us to the ground as we’re standing, similar to the way that the end credits are in Mortal Kombat, and we pass if react the right way without freaking out.
Then I woke up.
--adela
On the line of Fiction.
last night i had a crazy dream and it went something like this: yannick and i were invited to this party for ten days. it was not a cruise, but it was not at a huge house and apparently it was really hard to be invited, so i felt happy and honored that we were to join them. yannick had some really cool job and was making lots of money, and i was doing an independent study with pernicone, an old history professor, on russia and female oppression in the 18th and 19th century. well, anyway, the house was pretty awesome. big, open, not too many expensive things and a big kitchen and lots of doors. there was a nice view but i don't know of what. i only remember that there was a nice view. anyway, yannick and i were sipping on some wine... some classy wine, when he excused himself from me and i could see him walking over to another woman, but i did not think anything of it. anyway, exactly as he did this i started to think of my classmate brett and apparently in my dream, he had cancer and we grew to become awesome friends. i felt bad because i was not taking care of brett, or at least making him laugh, and i was out on this ten day adventure. so, i could not find yannick anywhere so i retired to my room hoping that he would come back in a bit. that night he did not come back but was there when i awoke in the morning, so i thought everything was fine. the next day we were on a yacht and it was a smaller number of people involving beer. someone was making me laugh and my mind was elsewhere, on russia i think i remember, and on my friend from dublin, chris. i saw yannick talking into a woman's ear, the same one he talked to the other day and i started to get a bit worried. you know, thoughts entered into my mind like "she's beautiful and look at me... yannick deserves someone more beautiful, he deserves someone who can be sexy, he deserves someone who can please him..." and as these thoughts were racing in my mind i walked over to them. the woman stopped smiling and yannick just looked at me. i remember my phone ringing with a text message and it was to say that brett had died so i left the yacht and spent the day writing letters in my room, crying, feeling horrible. the next day someone picked me up and as yannick arrived in a limo with the woman, the man next to me said "shes beautiful, eh?". i remember that he had a deep voice, older, nice, trust worthy, and some irish accent. i smiled and said "he's been spending a lot of time with her..." and he replied with "oh, don't you know? they have been hooking up quite often on this trip..." and then my world crashed. i pulled yannick from the car, and i remember i was mcdonalds and i threw it out but everyone was still laughing at me. i pulled yannick from the car and preceded to ask him "why why why why?" and all he could was smile. i said "don't you care about me?" he said "of course, i'm sorry, it was just a small mistake." and then i said "a small mistake on the day that my only friend here has died." then i woke up.
--rachel
Thursday, February 21, 2008
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