It's like, there's nowhere to go, but then there's also a direction.

You know?

There are things that I like to do more than other things.
I'm thinking about moving schools, because I want art school to be more of a thing about solving how I feel about life.

I'm thinking about time a lot. About this imaginary man pressing down on me.
I'm thinking abou writing and gardening, too. About weaving and quilting.

About how I felt reading the beginning of David Sedaris's new book.

About how I felt walking into the art galleries downtown yesterday.

About how talking to people isn't what I think it is?

Reading:
Teaching As A Subversive Activity

Looking:
At the Bennington College's MFA Program in Writing

Blogs:
Jason Sturgill
OKBB
It's Nice That

today's questions

Joseph Campbell.
Krishnamurti.
Yaddo/Iowa Writer's Workshop.
Ann Patchett.
Alaska.

Using art to get yourself out of whatever box you find yourself in.
Non-violent communication.
Life as a whole.
Tinhouse. Poetry Review.

Having schedules.
FUTILITY OF ALL ACTION IS MAYBE FREEDOM!! [love]

Selfishness of artists/domesticity

Making goals vs. NOT BEING EFFICIENT.

That's my whole brain today, pumpkin. Have fun!

My little family as my gifts. My littleness. Little Robin.
Oh, and the importance of research and reading and stuff. Lah dee dah dee dah.

The importance of dreams. Wooden boats.

Questions of the day:

Why am I so impatient?

Should I stay in art school?

What makes me excited?

Well, my teeth hurt.

and I don't know what I want to do.

And I'm not looking at the keyboard as I'm tayping this.

And I want everybody in the world to know my name.

And I'm all ideas in my head while the wind is blowing

and I hear the recycling truck dump cans into their truck

And I'm not looking back

and I'm frustrated with uncreative writing

and I want someone to hug me

and my knees hurt

and I'm imagining not putting together my prints for the show

and I want to live in a tiny village or something

or have a truck

and I burped and imagined mara heard it in her bed and was annoyed with how frustrating I am

and I'm picking at my skin

I'm overwhelmed by the amount of everything in the world.

All I am doing is eating in bed and reading websites and thinking too much.

Good thing I can't do it all/what can I do?

nothing's really happening