I didn't sign an NDA about this or anything, so, I guess type about it here, plus, I have this journal set up as a web spider dead zone.
I made a cool thousand five hundred doing the net equivilant of papering the house with this blog: http://chochinkiji.blog.dada.net/ . They paid me ten bucks per photo to be one of the people to make the place look filled up, at least that is what I was told. I didn't really invite anyone to join in because I was not sure they'd pay, and there was some stress about them trying not to pay some people, then at the end deciding to honor their original promise. I tried to make a project of my B work photos, plus some notebook of whatever struck my fancy, but i find that many of the photos, except from the archive, don't really go well as stand alone photos, but a few do.
I'm blogging for dollars now. A european company wants its site to be bigger than my space in europe, so, they are paying people to blog and be part of commuities. anyoe who is interested message me here.
The people I know who are blogging on the site, myself included, are only adding their b list photos and musings, which has now formed these interesting secondairy watered down version of ourselves which are kind of interesting.
I stripped all the fake hair off and underneeth is absolutely healthy hair in little perfect dreads that go halfway down my back and already pretty layered. Well, it was healthy, i bleached it in stages till it was lightest blond. I wanted it to be white, but due to the darkness of my hair, it was going yellow inbetween bleachings and i did not want to walk around like that, so i put some manic panic (jar kind) i shampoo, mixing dark purple with some reds and shampooed it in, making a perfect not day glo sort of antique light pink. I didn't start out wanting pink hair, but due to its stunning perfection i'm enjoying it. That was supposed to be a test, to see if enough was bleeched white to pick up true color to make the not yet fully bleached parts appear uniform, and, it worked.
There are comments on my LJ by a suspended user, and i can't read them. Ok, thats freakin' me out. No one ever comments here, and now a suspended user?
Can the cat just stop waking us up? He just gets on the night stand and meows into the back of my head till I wake up. This at all hours of the night randomly.
I am to the point I must read kana aloud in class. Everyone reads like a slow child in class. We are starting the second book in the series, the example dialog, quizes, and example sentences are all in kana, with some kanji thrown in. I have been hitting my kana quiz computer programs like a fiend. I set the timer program for 10 minutes to stay focused. Homework was finally a success, without being corrected on any particles in my random journal sentences. It was written with fude pen on lineless paper, kana, with two whole kanji!
People keep gving me things. Today a friend brought over a nice manga compilation in the original japanese.
I don't know why I stopped writing here. Perhaps I noticed some pattern or inability intrensic to natalieness, and it did not feel right.
So, I inatalled Skype and am planning to dial up random Japanese people my age and try to chat with them. I can't imagine what they will think, as I have spent a few minutes in Skype-me mode and it is all men from other countries asking me to go to MSN and have net sex. I know, not worth mentioning. But I am making notes for these random calls before I bother anyone.
Working on the paintings is moving along slowly, a breakthrough happening lately, but only in my mind. I need more definate ties to reality, but I am on track with the automatic element. some minimal, chunky marker drawings are being made on printer paper. Whatever will be up at the show will be immediate.
Been to a few parties. Fell at one in front of everyone, out of a chair, did not even phase me, what is my brain in old person mode? I am at peace with myself because I have to be, my memory is failing about the fringe things and this is creeping in towards the life-like center. There has been some bar drinking, and had a few visitors over, everything of note, but just not on here.
My sensai teases us about taking the JLPT in December. Not sure I can learn 200 kanji by then, but after the show, maybe. I am starting to learn, they are connected in ways that help.
Been IRCing lately. It was what I was doing when I started painting and I think its my cigarette after a meal vice connection with painting. What an exaggerated world. Around here, we do refer to it as "talking to the little people in the computer" heh
Went to see Brady's work @ some contemporary at place in loncon part. Work was great. Studio building with a few gallery rooms and some studios, which, i did not tour because having trouble with my own studio. I went late, looked for the last half hour. Due to heatness, everyone was standing outside. After they closed, we ended up sitting outside drinking with strangers, neighbor gaddon-san, tim, and myself. THe strangers were attending AIC or columbia with one odd man out a production assistant one some entertainment tonight clone with some known coked-up ancor man? I have no idea what he was talkign about, but the stories were funny. After Tim and the strangers leave, Neighbor-g and I realize we are stoop sitting in a neighborhood that just may pride itself on non-stoop sitting, so we cab it to the monthly Photograhy show closer to home. Then, the Lark. All in all a realxing night save for the tremendus lower back pain ripping apart feeling, and that I despise having to lean on stuff, though gripping something in agony does not look as lazy.
It looks like today I have solved my painting space problem by simply switching the two (rubbermaid) carts, impliments/water with paints. Oh, and there is a sign next door, Internet cafe comming soon. Good, cause the one that used to be the Hardwear/Chila jo's, now Chris's has no items on the menu. Ok, maybe some tomalies, and some egg and white bread toast sasuage things you can make at home. Looks like I may be a social butterfly again.
I am completely stuck on staticbeats.com. Sometimes not so good, but often times excellently irregular, but always beats. Great for paitning. Sound, no words, when i have to pay attention to my other fave Xtreamradio.free.fr too much. Whuuuut, don't look at me like that, at least I am not listening because my boyfriend or friends are listening. tee to the hee hee hee. Name one hobby you have that you did not get from your boyfriend or past boyfriends. Ok, then I don't mean you.
I have started working on paintings for the show in two months. I am also smearing blocks of paint with my fingers on white post it notes and sticking them to my painting area wall. These are helping me somehow.
Having a bit of a paintig space emergency. They open the hydrent on hot days, its right outside my front door and painting space window. Its like trying to paint in a fucking public pool, children yowling, men trying to talk to women. The din of noise is not so bad when everyone is around the corner, but conversations directly under my window take me out of my concentration. I am not opposed to them, I have dragged my tub of Bratz dolls out for the kids, and a few adults, including me, to play with, (Punchi collectable plastic foods to scale with the Bratz sushi bar and all), and chit chat with them every so often , which vexes my neighbor, one of whom asked Jeff and I in a suburban accent "aren't those guys kinda punky?" and when one of them introduced himself to her, she would not meet his eyes so much as did not want to talk to him that he ended up having to wave his arm to get her attention while she was standing there. Tired, meet run-on sentence, run on, this is tired.
So, back in class, everything started off relaxed and remedial with a bit of review and I have finally reached a level of confidence. I can actually see and appreciate how slow-moving the class is.
Yeah, I like the open hydrant six steps from my front door, but the guys outside my door talking about "muh nigga" this and "muh nigga" that (ironicly hispanic) drinking beer is a bit much. Ok, it only happened twice and not for a long time, but it was hijacking my thoughts for a while, though it was mostly the conversation and feeling like I was a part of it though uninvolved and trying to work on something.
I completely missed the detergant they dropped in the hydrant frothing up the block at the rate of hundreds of gallons a second.
Still not buckled down to painting, planning much about it, the show is two months away. This is unbelievably non me like, in as I at least start fretting and planning before now, even though much occurs last minute. My painting open time is outrageous, many not finished, though this does go along with my methods perfectly, its disconcerting.
