walking through walls
i am the sea
Yes, yes , the day of reckoning has come. I have been informed that Friday, my hair, will be no longer. I am finally getting that Mohawk that I agreed to having. I’m a bit hesitant, being picky about who does it. Plus, thanksgiving day just couldn’t go that well with my mohawk. But, I did agree to it if the students bought enough books.
So, to celebrate, I shall have an ode to my hair part deux. There will be photos with commentary. Plus, sometime this weekend, after the initial shock, I will post pictures from the assembly.
By the way, this post is my first using
Blog for Word. I can type and edit my blog from word, and with a few clicks, publish it in my blog. Awesome!
Oh yeah, Rach found this awesome rhino dvd set of live performances by the Who of tommy, and quadrophenia. In 1989! Crazy clothes, hair, and guest stars like Elton john and billy idol. What’s even more amazing is the feature of “visual commentary”. Instead of the typical voice over, they just superimpose roger and pete over the screen and they talk about the ensuing scene behind them. Quite fun. Especially since they mr. townshend and mr. daltrey are much older now.
pretty awesome Japanese parade "doll"
@ mingei international museum
balboa park, san diego
rach and i took a trip to San Diego to get the fuck out of L.A. for a while

@ Mingei International Museum
I am at a professional crossroads right now. i'm a bit unhappy at work, and I started mild flirtatious job hunting today with monster dot com.
i'm trying not to whine, and the early dark days probably have alot to do with my current emotional state.
I just can't shake this feeling that my job is like a leaky bucket. Sure, I can keep pouring water into it, but that hole is still there.
I need to patch that hole.
How?
a good nights rest couldn't hurt.
in other news, I will be posting "an ode to my hair part deux" as I am slated to be on the receiving end of a mohawk. DO I really want to do this? not really. but, a promise is a promise to kids who bought $1,000 worth of books at the book fair.
I also participated in my first photo shoot ever. I tried to contain my excitement of having my picture taken (I secretly like it) to pose the freshest indie rock non-poses ever.
I am sure that the first "intently wistful-not-looking-at-camera-but-look-at-me-and-my-good-bone-structure-anyway" pose was probably caused by a large bird in a far-off tree. Now, skinny kids in pseudo vintage prada/helmut lang/guess???? all over the world practice this look.
i'm guilty of this many times.
I promise, I'll stop. well, unless rach and I get headshots.