"5 miles, Karen?"

I drove to school today. There was a really cool REALLY long ribbon-like oil slick down my entire street.

I saw it from a different angle at first, as I crossed the street, and it reminded me of sound waves, which is kinda weird because I just put up a piece last week for the white stag's grand opening where I used sound waves as an abstracted self portrait.

I like how ideas tend to keep popping up once you've noticed them. Kind of like hearing a new word or a new song. You hear it once and then it just seems creepy how MANY times you'll hear it over again throughout the day/ week.

I parked on the 3rd floor. 3 is my favorite number. Today will be a good day.

I ran into a gentleman on my way to the white stag who I thought was talking to me, but... upon a closer more careful examination of the situation I realized he was definitely NOT talking to me. I'm quite certain he was not talking to anyone who ACTUALLY exists. I'm not at all frightened by people who talk to people that don't exist- even if they are heavily self medicated- as was the case with this guy... I'm actually really interested in what it is that these peeps are ACTUALLY experiencing. It reminds me of that movie "Benny and Joon." Did you see that movie? With Johnny Depp? (drooling...) There's a scene where Depp's character "Sam" meets Mary Stuart Masterson's character "Joon"  and her caretaker brother "Benny" for the first time officially... in their kitchen:

Sam says : "I'm Sam"

Benny: So I hear. I'm Benny

Sam: With an 'n'?

Benny: Yeah two of 'em. This is Joon.

Sam: With an 'n'?

Joon: One. You're out of your tree.

Sam: It's not my tree.

If you've seen the movie you'll remember that when Joon sees Sam for the first time (before above introduction) Sam is hanging out in a tree outside. They make eye contact, but that's it. Later when they are introduced everyone sort of looks at them like they're crazy because their interaction doesn't seem to make sense, but it made perfect sense to them. He WAS out of the tree- the tree that WASN'T his tree. It was a very sweet moment. I hope the directors did that on purpose to get people thinking.

I always think of that scene when I see those "crazy people" on the street.  Like today. The guy I passed by looked right through me with sleepy, blood shot eyes and asked, "5 miles, Karen?" Perhaps it should have creeped me out, but it didn't. 

So I brought some FLARE to the studio today. We've all been meaning to spice up this joint with artwork, etc... or FLARE. So today I grabbed these things as I walked out the door:

this is a pattern I made out of an "L" stamp... which I also made.

Obviously this is a reference to my name in lights.

I have a fascination with these guys... the Grateful Dead's "Trippin Bears." I have always wanted to know the significance behind these bears as an icon and although I've heard some really great (sometimes horrific) stories about Dead shows... I still have yet to learn "why the bear? Apparently you can collect these bears if you are like my father and buy Jerry Garcia ties. Each collectible is named after a Grateful Dead song ( I think) and a "birthday" that relates to a show that happened on the same date. This one happens to be MY birthday. Thanks, Dad!

I am teaching myself how to juggle.

Funny story: These are LITERALLY my friend's ex- boyfriend's balls.

I also brought lunch:

did you know that there is an ACTUAL dance called "chicken noodle soup?"

I'm still not certain as to what I'm going to do for my terminal project. I hate using the word "terminal." Maybe it's from my brief stint in the medical field where "terminal" was NOT something one would want to work towards... Anyway. I'm still kicking around ideas. I'm sure there' s a real OBVIOUS one right under my nose. I tend to over think things... over analyze... oh and over complicate things, so please don't worry too much for me... This is part of my process. You'll see. I've already spent too much time trying to "perfect" the way this page looks. Aesthetics are EVERYTHING, you know...