You’re so beautiful it hurts to look at you. — Angela Chase, My So-Called Life
Why are we pissing our piss away? Why can’t every action have a purpose, a chance for protest, humor, self-reflection, etc.?
Public Restrooms are the perfect opportunity to comment on, or piss on, the social landscape. You’re not pissing on your own turf, but marking your territory in the communal, public sphere. Join me in taking this ‘private’ act ‘public’ through photographed in-action ‘selfies’, utilizing reflective surfaces. Take pissing to the next level: activate this process while it’s still voluntary (eventually we will all lose our shit—no shitting, please), be it political, absurdist, aspirational, or otherwise.
Instagram your purpose—exp:
#pissing4something #pissing4bieber #pissing4freedom #pissing4marriageequality #pissing4trashyfashy
The possibilities are endless!
Too often, I pride myself with my malleability and willingness to augment flawed design, but I should own.up.to closing off to specific types of people, those outside my imagined demographic, I guess. Yet, with the intent of getting some serious writing, serious like a novel, done during my break between undergrad and grad school, I’ve been revisiting old criticisms and feedback. —Lips.tightened and nose.scrunched I typed in the name of my main critic (most are too easily pleased), the only Fiction professor that had the audacity to give me an A-, destroy my perfection, into the Gmail search field…
Realized.sometimes it takes a whole year to “lick wounds” and negate that two-generational mentor/pupil gap to take what a seasoned writer/literary critic has to say, because, really, we can’t justify everything (lack of exposition) with “it’s experimental”, meaning “alienation is A-okay”, and to “try new things” is never bad advice.
*Note: apparently an 80,000-100,000 word manuscript is publisher preferred for first-timers…and considering that writing is easy, and I don’t have a brain, or too much of one (or too few of many), still.not.sure.on.that.one, and I type at about 37 words-per-minute, or 2220 words-per-hour (sounds less pitiful this way), it should only take me less than 2 days writing nonstop[nonsense] to finish. Too bad editing takes…at least time and a half…is, “…like double penetration in a Smart car.”(golddiggingwhore).
Shame.share (my new confessional site under the guise of file sharing).
I love your work—in small doses. There are parts of these stories—lines, whole sections—that just glow with wit and humor and wonderfulness. But then, after some pages of combined cleverness and aimlessness, my eyes begin to wander and I find myself thinking, What’s this all about again? Where are we? Who are these people? The new beginning of “golddiggingwhore” is engaging, interesting, clear. I generally like all the new stuff in both stories. And it’s clear you put a lot of work into them. They’re good. They’ll be even better if you can give them some direction to take the weight off the cleverness. Anyway, keep doing what you’re doing, but try other things, too.
worldviewexhibition asked: Hello, I just wanted to say, I really like your Shop Less Bag, especially the fact you take it everywhere.
Thanks—yeah, definitely an endurance piece.
It’s inspired by a girl I went to middle school with who fucked both her uncle and step-dad. It’s called ‘power clashing’. — Elijah, Girls (series) 2013
He had this disease called, um, Wisenheimers, I think. You know, where your brain cells run out into your pee. — Vanessa (Reese Witherspoon) Freeway (1996)
The theory in the books is to make you live better and that’s what, I think, all theory should do. It’s about trying to show you certain ways of constructing reality. I’m not even saying finding…to read all this stuff without a critical attitude. Theory is not the endpoint of work; it is work along the way to the work. To read it actively is just a process that will hopefully bring us to a less shadowy place. — Felix Gonzales-Torres (interview with Robert Storr)