ArtUncovered: Notes from the Front Desk: Our Inner Psychologies ...

ArtUncovered: Notes from the Front Desk: Our Inner Psychologies ...: "Here are my two cents on Wes Bruce and Ms. Augustine Greane; because I know you’re just dying to hear what I have to say! Sitting up..."

ArtUncovered: These are a Few of my Favorite Things. . .

ArtUncovered: These are a Few of my Favorite Things. . .: "Can you hear Julie Andrews now? The holidays are upon us, and we all know that it is better to give than to receive. Or, in my case, it’s t..."

New Shit

People get ready. . . I've been hired to blog at my Museum, so I figure I'll post those blogs on here too. Feel free to follow here: http://artoperation.blogspot.com/ if you want to view the posts that the Museum Director and the Curator are posting as well.

Happy Holidaze.

Kiss. xx

I have zero interesting thoughts. The only thing I can think about is how edible the color of my nail polish looks. Which, by the way, has chipped faster than any other manicure I've ever gotten and I think the asian lady did it on purpose. Because I have this theory that all asians who do my nails are conspiring against me. Mostly because I have no idea what they're saying in front of me and it makes me nervous, and smile nervously, and nervous smiles don't look good on me. Neither does chipped paint.

Chipped nail paint doesn't look good on anyone, especially when you're looking for a job and meeting future employers. I know because it happened to me today. I went in to fill out an application today at a country club, and this asian man (go figure) was the one to help me. I got really uncomfortable because I think that asians have a radar that is sensitive to shitty nails. Like mine. I hope he doesn't judge me for this. I'd rather him judge me for the fact that I checked "Yes" on the "Have you ever committed a felony or misdemeanor" question, not for my hell hands; because, you know, everyone has had a DUI, but raptor claws are unacceptable when you're applying for a job in the food service industry.

Anyways, enough about asians. My stomach is starting to hurt from the thought of MSG.
What's really important right now is the fact that my best friend introduced the term "meat curtains" to me last night. This girl has an unusual knack for talking about the most inappropriate things at the most inopportune times, but somehow she always makes it sound hilariously intriguing and almost intellectual. Almost. Anyways, don't ask me how we got onto the subject, but I thought it was amazing the fact that some men, and apparently women, refer to the vagina as "meat curtains". I once heard a friend of my ex's tell me that his girlfriends vag smelled like beef tacos, so I guess this term isn't completely off the wall. I'm not sure what a meat curtain looks like but I'm assuming that its fleshy and such. . . but the question remains at what level is the meat cooked, because Im sure girls have different colored vaginas? Something to ponder.

On a healthier note, I'm drinking wine right now. I saw on the Today show that drinking a glass of wine or a shot of booze or a beer a day is good for you. I'm still having one hang-up though, and that's the fact that she said "one". . . I'm going to go ahead and re-work this a little to be ONE bottle, because it seems more reasonable to me. And my health. . . mostly my sleeping patterns.

Let's see. There's really not much else to say, except I have a bad case of "Post-grad Syndrome" and even though I have a college degree I'm still a failure at life. The whole college education thing was only cool for like a month and a half. . .then people start to forget what you've accomplishe and think you're a loser again. To quote my good friend Amy's favorite quote, " I don't want to make money. I just want to be wonderful!" Whatever that means. . . you already think I'm wonderful though, right? Right?

This post has no relation to art things whatsoever. Fuck it. I do what I want.

Tik-Tok

'Cuz it's worth not forgetting. . .


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UdcObAQ5OOM&playnext=1&videos=Qc9RuHUMz6U&feature=artistob

7 Is The New 4

Senioritis. . .

Im so jealous of my afternoon. It was great. Just the alone time I needed. I took a wander through the city and found my way to SFMoMA. Had to find a piece to do my senior project on. I actually had one in mind going into it, but came across this gem. I plan on writing a 10+ page paper on it. For now I have to write a 3 pg formal analysis. I was so taken with it, I spent around 30 or some odd minutes staring at the darn thing. I think the security guard was annoyed by me. . . At any rate, the piece is lovely. It speaks to me. And I hope to conversate with it over the next few weeks till graduation. After my saunter through MoMA was complete (which I highly recommend, there are some great pieces there now. Their anniversary show is up and its awesome!) I walked through the Yerba Buena Gardens, under the MLK waterfall, stared at a man fishing for change in the ponds and then get kicked out, and then found myself having happy hour at a delicious mexican restaurant. I took my time reading and taking MUNI back home, and now have a fresh perspective on the upcoming weeks and a livelier spirit in tackling the end of the semester. This city is so inspiring, I am forever grateful to it.

the orient. . .

Got some things on my mind. . .