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Did I mention I got my top three choices in yukata from this post?

Anyhow, here's one:

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( Pictures in Which I look like a Midget )

I will slowly be uploading pictures of our Vegas/GrandCanyon/Sedona/LA spiritual journey to my public blog (read: family). They will be snapshot-y and romantic, and mainly not taken by myself, so I don't really want them here.

Sorry for those that are sick of seeing these posts, but...
( Baby Store Opening - pictures of us (+25) )

I only went to Day 1.
I need to be a hardcore nerd once a year or I will implode.

( Pictures of us! )

My schedule is killing me.

And I've decided this is my dream dress:

Alice and the Pirates' Alice Print (preferrably in ivory)

Though absolutely no one wants to hear anymore about it. Hahahaha.
( A/P egosnaps )

My birthday came and went, and a message from an old friend living in Japan made me really nostalgic. She spoke of coming to live here one day, some distant day, when she had a bouncing baby on her knee. So I was browsing her old mixi entries and remembered this picture of my friends in an album I had put on my page about a year ago. Several things come to mind for me: the really horrible last paper I wrote at UCLA about the Hollywood Sanrio store, all of the other missed opportunities at really working on and bettering my writing abilities, how lonely post-graduate life is, what it was like to be frivolous and free, and how awesome my friends are that all seem to want to move away..

Where will I be next year, around this time? With some stranger in Koreatown? Or going to Art Center, still living with my twin, three-days apart, from different mothers?

...in other news, my birthday cake (I did the decorating! Except the eyeball, which was a stroke of genius).

( birthday last year )

A ring I made in Japan...

( egosnaps and more )

Man if I could have a faux albino alligator purse.. maybe in a doctor's bag shape.

Cross-posts from my japan travelogue.

( Hapless Child Backlog 5 )

I feel like the "Je suis ratté" writer bum at the end of a stereotypical French bar. I need to give up trying to accomplish something through my writing. It just feels so pointless being a receptacle for all this information, being so totally incapable of producing content that contributes to some kind of discussion. Stop producing useless memes in life, Kira!

I feel like at least with clothes and ego-snaps (self-portraits slathered over the internet), I can create original content. Even if the clothes are tried and true, or tried and trite, my face is slapped on them and is unique in a thumbprint kind of way at the very least.


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I think these pictures are interesting.
I think my writing is not.
Why?
LOOKING AT FACES AND BODIES IS UNCONTROLLABLY FASCINATING,
ESPECIALLY ONE'S OWN FACE.

I think this accounts for a lot of people's lack of intellectual growth. Why there is a navel-gazing aesthetic. (naturally, I'm making claims based on my own navel-gazing). I think it breaks down to face. When I'm on myspace or facebook, I think the majority of my time is spent looking at my own memes. In our heads we keep asking, isn't meta-sizing our pathetic lives in navel-gazing published tidbits just applying theory to something new?

How do we separate the scurf we produce from things that are majorly meta-interesting? I've been writing and rewriting about exhibitions I've seen recently but can't muster up the courage to put any of this content online or even reply to grad students or teachers in emails. I've developed this crippling sense of awe at the writings of others. This is why I say, "why don't I just give up?"

Okay.

A headstrong young woman in Ealing
Threw her two weeks' old child at the ceiling;
     When quizzed why she did,
     She replied, 'To be rid
Of a strange, overpowering feeling.'

By Edward Gorey

I am going to start backlogging from my other journal (which is for family and friends)
( The Hapless Child Backlog )

I miss LA. I wanna go back.

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( [Kirasnaps] Red Plaid )

Some articles about street photography:
Momus
"Street Professionals" by Marxy

I guess technically I now also work in the creative industry? As do most of my friends? I have to work through these articles and comment carefully. It's so hard to study now that I live like a breath away from my roommate (who sleeps at irregular and unpredictable hours).

Also, I keep fucking up at work. I don't think they're going to keep me in the end.. I don't want to even ask until I've been here a month.

From now on [Kirasnaps] means it's a clothing post.

( Fur and Fake-fur, +3 )