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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Thursday, February 28, 2002 all i thought of in seminar after a big mug of tea... EUROPEAN! Heg-kit? I really can't believe this is a Frequently Asked Question... Wednesday, February 27, 2002 Things that go together. Tool "Aenima" + Original "Fantasia" "Doo do, dOO, do-de-do" -Grr, Invader Zim Tuesday, February 26, 2002 Steal and deal. I just dropped in on Cindy and Gus who were playing a Play Station Two game called Grand Theft Auto. This game is wickedly enjoyable in that you can do all number of horrible things and get away with them. Take hits, assault people taking their stuff, pick up whores for a policeman's ball, steal all kinds of cars, run over tons of pedestrians (who slide and yelp and such), shot people, run 'vigilante' and 'fireman' missions in vehicles that are not yours and earn cash for it. I think the best things i saw were a fire truck being thrown off a pier and a hooker running like hell from the shots he was firing. CHARGE! After a mild fencing workout due to Mr. Vanketesh being away with his new little baby, we used the absence of determinate sense to our folly. Eric and i did cavalry passes on bicycles last night in full fencing gear. We borrowed the bikes from the SAO and used the length of the upper cement walkway to pass one another on the right (sword side). Now- the main differences were: ARI'S TO PHONIES i don't necessarily know myself anymore, i just know i'm far too many shades. an obsessive spot to be in. My seminar has a place i call "the spotted seat". On the wood table in front of the chain that is second from the end, are dots. 2mm-4mm in size, that look as if they were burnt in. Some of the dots have been connected by persons sitting there, nothing coherent has been formed. I can't stand to sit before it. All i do all seminar is stair and stair at the spots- trying to connect the dots to find something comprehensible. Some shapes that connect, or even an asymmetrical image. I can't though. Shapes emerge singularly and for the first time Chaos, an old comfort, mocks me more than the ancient Greek philosophers we read and i should be talking about. Ring Finger. Aristotle keeps giving me the moral finger. It's ok though- it has a beautiful ring to it. Monday, February 25, 2002
I bid on this. *happy* Sloth loath At around 2am this morning in Kirby an alarm began to beep. It did not stop. I'd had my ear plugs in most of the night so only became aware of it when i woke up. When I got up at 7am, it was still going strong. I followed it to the source- a maintenance closet beside the bathroom. A closet that we have not had access to since last semester (and they wonder why Kirby smells like preemptive death and is dirty?!?!), one that is locked and blocked by a very heavy door and new lock. !@#$@$%@#$%!!! I thought about hacking it open with my larger knives or kicking it in with my boot, but those doors are blasted expensive…Our dormant RA would not stir to stop it or was not in, even if you could hear it upstairs where he is. After Glow Last night Lucia and i tried a wine called La Bomba GRANDE. Perhaps the most un-P.C. thing i've seen in a while. We couldn't resist. It's produced in the rich virile fields of Los Alamos to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the labs. The winery is named after the Navaho word for 'white man'. It had a funny aftertaste that was more acidic than anything else, and while on the tongue it tingled and felt as if it was penetrating your tongue cells, all tingly. Saturday, February 23, 2002 Nevergonnagetit, never gonna get it... Last year some already published woman from Taos won this. Should i even try again? Friday, February 22, 2002 Sabotage. On the fish pond's frozen surface has been put a sign that says "Shakespeare In Santa Fe." And it has a piece of paper with an arrow on it pointing down to the ice. So- I wrote "ON ICE" on a piece of paper and stuck it over the "In Santa Fe Part" Buhahahaha. Ah...i miss physical Monkey Wrenching. What a strange... ...jedi mind trick it's been. Reasons to go to Arizona: 1) Lesbian Lizards. qatlh tlhIngan Hol Dajatlhbe' Lucia said i was the smallest female Klingon ever. So, seeking jackjaw to jackjaw (or maybe broken jaw) of Klingon Women, i found this. Yes, ok, maybe i'll have to send my picture in to this twisted graphically enhanced person for kicks. Shapes can scream, even if i can't hear them. Yes, I'm trying to write a thesis. Once i have one i'm sure it will copulate like a lesbian lizard and i'll be Euclidian ridden... Wednesday, February 20, 2002 Progress. After an hour and a half of stairing at Euclid Book XIII Prop. 13, i took out my frustration for another hour and a half by making this. Vivid Dreams In between sips of martinis and Dr. Pepper (which do not go well in the waking world), Lady Lisa Lyon smiled at me. Monday, February 18, 2002 The Oly-hay Ible-bay Sunday, February 17, 2002 How mean is the word 'lisp' to those that have one? I know he wrote in French, and he didn't- but i keep thinking that Lavoisier, because of the printing/writing standards of the time, spoke with a lisp. Junk food. Ginger candy, Pocky , Seaweed snack, White rabbit, Prawn Crackers, Umeboshi, chocolate koala. Unfortunate. Never read JTHM while eating scrambled eggs. Saturday, February 16, 2002 Spiderbait! Sunshine on my window, makes me happy, like i should be..
I wore my UA skirt to dinner tonight. Kyle called it a kilt, i had to correct him about the pleats and other specifications. Having no nice skirts/dresses about, i've forgotten they're sometimes fun. Especially the breeze part. Spy and Lie They installed new windows between the College Activities Office and the computer lab. They have surveillance cameras attached to them. Gggrrrrr. I do not like this.
Why are people depicted playing harps (that are actually more like lyres) in heaven? Friday, February 15, 2002 In case you ever need to feel liberated... Gnome Liberation Filler Bunny. I made a model of the intersection of five cubes. Never again, i drempt about dodecahedrons like the one in Phantom toolbooth helping me solve an SCA murder mystery. I got a free CD out of it in my dream and i saw and heard the beach. Wednesday, February 13, 2002 Ceramics Graveyard Follow the trail behind the suites/appartments that leads out to the main Atalaya trail and before it gets there, before the large dirt green water tower that makes ping, pzzwooow sounds when you throw rocks at it (one of my favorite sounds), off to the right, behind some 6-5 foot pinions is a little ditch space between the two sets of trees, with a chest sized rock marking it. There in the dirt, half covered, are bits of glazed oddly shaped, and seemingly useless, childlike inventions in clay. The clay used isn't high quality, but it's not paper clay either, a grey kind. Most have a similar signiture on them, RK something. Some have waffle prints on them, they all share some duplicated styles either in marking, shape, or glazing. Most are flat disks, cup attempts, one is a arm sized uneven rectangle. I think most of the pieces were deposited at the same time. In-vision. I can't find Euclid in Braille. Poot. Or for that matter, a blind Johnny. Wow- they would be indispensable in math class.
Is Mead is god's piss then Amaretto is angel?s spit. Tuesday, February 12, 2002 It's a Hoot... At fencing work out last night a senior that also goes to waterpolo commented that she liked my Hooters Shirt. She then asked if i had worked there. "Hi, my name is Ariadne (something you don't even know of and couldn't pronounce correctly if you tried), wa' da' ya want?" Sunday, February 10, 2002 NunSence I'd really like to see a movie about Nuns on safari. Things I learnt in Colorado this weekend: Bingo is like bad death. You can't just let them tabulate up your win or loss and know what you got, but you can buy a machine that will count away the balls automatically for you at $30. Your winning numbers rarely comes up (and the staff are all very willing to hand out extra game papers) and everything is poorly colored- the hideously luminous ink you dob the boxes with (also good for bad hair or body art), the colors of the boxes. There?s a ritual and a serious service in it. Everyone there is obsessed with it and in less than a happy healthy state. There is an etiquette to it- you're frowned upon if you talk, especially if your speech contains word that begin with 'b' or 'bi', something I intend to made a long poem out of. There is no real socialization there but people sit in strained commissary watching little yellow and red lights goes off and move about (like an ambulance that's turned off it's siren because the patient is done for), squirming and sweating with anticipation. Instead of what? Bret drew a picture of a big penis saying, "I'm not economically feasible." I could have sworn i'd seen that somewhere- Bill Hicks maybe? Wednesday, February 6, 2002 lab poem... Set free the machines! grey would be the colours... If i had $1000 dollars to blow on clothing things, forget the hoity-toity places in Santa Fe! I'd take my money and spend it at the consignment stores here like Double Take! I found a beautiful form fitting light grey leather jacket and a small light tan authentic 40's bowler hat that fit me perfectly. Not to mention the lapis oval cufflinks, or the old style ink pot looking silver plated lighter. exaggerations and patience. I can't find blinking camouflage (what a great idea- fatigue attire is already a dead giveaway in society and in the wild blinking is)...guess I’m going to have to nick some lights and Colin's BDU's. Time and Place type thing. Yesterday i helped make Rieki a hat from a card frize tray. He works at the coffee shop and was is being driven mild- so he goes mad instead to avoid it. The hat said, CAR, TOP, HAT, JEWISH?, HELP. And on the day between Monday and Tuesday (also when God invented the t-shirt), i learnt about Not Wanting to Go to Toronto as Elishiba ate Pop Rocks to upset her stomach ache and Hobby Lobby made me queezy. I looked at Scott's pictures of people being drunk fucks swinging from the flagpole when it's flags were down and people repelling off the Fine Arts Building in the dark. Wonder if i can find a scanner on campus. Tuesday, February 5, 2002 Yous know.. ...kindly call me on my B.S. when you hear it! Dramasticles Sound and Fury, i saw them at Texas Rennaissance Fair two years ago. They preformed "Testicles and the Sack of Rome." The best Fakesperian stuff i've ever seen! Monday, February 4, 2002 random poem. The understanding
I just made magnetically opposed thumbtacks?Cool! Maybe I could make a compass! ARI;S.TOTLE. The nature of pop culture is that it is constantly bursting. A bunch of streaming hot air is feed from a bubble machine to inflate the blobby orb till it reaches far beyond a normal size. And a grinning usher in black flips the switch and cuts the general power. Pop culture only has archetypes accompanied by endless fitful fruitless trivia.
What's warmer- a long sleeve shirt under a T-shirt or a T-shirt under a long sleeve? I'm inclined to think the later. Sunday, February 3, 2002 Strange girl. Mirabai and i were discussing "Why do the best children story writers often go off and in turn write smuty, erotic, and/or violent pieces of adult content?" Does the writing of something for adolescents that they may not entirely comprehend by the audience raise the desire to write something graphic and perhaps doubious? Poor man's weapon. Last night at dinner Ian and i got into a duel of gloves in an empty space on the cafeteria floor. He got me a few times in the head (tall bugger) but i knocked his glove out of his hand (subsequently it landed in someone's food, who was much relieved that they didn't have to EAT the food.). The crowd goes wild. Then a security guard stops us, and asks for id, saying he?ll ?fine? us if we do anything like this again. Dirty Laundry. Doing your laundry as your tutor is doing his family laundry (he lives on campus, a dorm away from me) is quite odd. I never thought it would be something that happened at college (this isn't exactly ever college either) but dirty laundry needs to get cleaned. Hock of lamb. I can't find any info on Dental surgery for retractible canine fangs. I guess no commercial dentist would actually advertise that information...well..if they were American anyway. Saturday, February 2, 2002 Smells I have a habit of smelling things. Even things i'm not about to eat. Friday, February 1, 2002 Rorschach. Got pictures of rabbit (i think he's paranoid now from having been around so much pot previously), gray scaled them and mirrored them. Admittedly, some do look very much like a bunny- but then they wouldn't be fun if they didn't. Highest concentration.. ...of hotsprings in America! ooohhhh yes. Guess what i'm doing after lecture? An Oldschool Australian Tradition... A PINCH AND A PUNCH FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH AND YOU CAN'T GET ME BACK TILL THE NEXT!!!
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