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Photo project 2 turned in. Photo project 3 will be.... self portraits!
I think I'm the only person in class who wasn't immediately freaked by that.
I think I'm the only person in class who wasn't immediately freaked by that.
2003-02-18
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Ok, my next photo assignment is self portraits. I know how I see myself, now I want to know how you see me. Be as specific or as general as you like. Address the physical, mental, emotional, social or whatever. Anonymous posting is enabled and IP logging is off for those who care.
Any comment is welcome, but suggestions on how to express things visually will be especially appreciated.
Any comment is welcome, but suggestions on how to express things visually will be especially appreciated.
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October 4
Still working on the omelet. There have been stumbling blocks. I keep creating omelets one after another, like soldiers marching into the sea, but each one seems empty, hollow, like stone. I want to create an omelet that expresses the meaninglessness of existence, and instead they taste like cheese. I look at them on the plate, but they do not look back. Tried eating them with the lights off. It did not help. Malraux suggested paprika.
October 6
I have realized that the traditional omelet form (eggs and cheese) is bourgeois. Today I tried making one out of a cigarette, some coffee, and four tiny stones. I fed it to Malraux, who puked. I am encouraged, but my journey is still long.
October 7
Today I agian modified my omelet recipe. While my previous attempts had expressed my own bitterness, they communicated only illness to the eater. In an attempt to reach the bourgeoisie, I taped two fried eggs over my eyes and walked the streets of Paris for an hour. I ran into Camus at the Select. He called me a "pathetic dork" and told me to "go home and wash my face." Angered, I poured a bowl of bouillabaisse into his lap. He became enraged, and, seizing a straw wrapped in paper, tore off one end of the wrapper and blew through the straw. propelleing the wrapper into my eye. "Ow! You dick!" I cried. I leaped up, cursing and holding my eye, and fled.
From the The Jean-Paul Sartre Cookbook
Still working on the omelet. There have been stumbling blocks. I keep creating omelets one after another, like soldiers marching into the sea, but each one seems empty, hollow, like stone. I want to create an omelet that expresses the meaninglessness of existence, and instead they taste like cheese. I look at them on the plate, but they do not look back. Tried eating them with the lights off. It did not help. Malraux suggested paprika.
October 6
I have realized that the traditional omelet form (eggs and cheese) is bourgeois. Today I tried making one out of a cigarette, some coffee, and four tiny stones. I fed it to Malraux, who puked. I am encouraged, but my journey is still long.
October 7
Today I agian modified my omelet recipe. While my previous attempts had expressed my own bitterness, they communicated only illness to the eater. In an attempt to reach the bourgeoisie, I taped two fried eggs over my eyes and walked the streets of Paris for an hour. I ran into Camus at the Select. He called me a "pathetic dork" and told me to "go home and wash my face." Angered, I poured a bowl of bouillabaisse into his lap. He became enraged, and, seizing a straw wrapped in paper, tore off one end of the wrapper and blew through the straw. propelleing the wrapper into my eye. "Ow! You dick!" I cried. I leaped up, cursing and holding my eye, and fled.
From the The Jean-Paul Sartre Cookbook
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This weekends nicotine dream:
I dreamt that terrorists were bombing many American cities. They had rented U-Haul trucks and packed them with high explosives an ball bearings. Then they attached them to parachutes, loaded them into a C-130 cargo plane and dropped them over the major cities.
There was a problem with the detonators, so instead of exploding, the U-Hauls just burned. Eventually holes burned in them, and the ball bearings started to fall out. So people just kind of stood around and watched these burning trucks parachute down. Occasionally, people would panic and move their cars out from under the rain of ball bearings. Aside from that everyone just kind of watched.
I dreamt that terrorists were bombing many American cities. They had rented U-Haul trucks and packed them with high explosives an ball bearings. Then they attached them to parachutes, loaded them into a C-130 cargo plane and dropped them over the major cities.
There was a problem with the detonators, so instead of exploding, the U-Hauls just burned. Eventually holes burned in them, and the ball bearings started to fall out. So people just kind of stood around and watched these burning trucks parachute down. Occasionally, people would panic and move their cars out from under the rain of ball bearings. Aside from that everyone just kind of watched.