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un grand radiocassette: 10/01/2008 - 11/01/2008
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Friday, October 31, 2008. Here's the new work, this one is a bookbag and it is huge, it is designed to fit LPs:. My snazzy stitching job:. The lining and the LP pocket (MOM - the lining isn't CAMO, its CAMO-COLORED clouds, not advocating militarism, just clouds that can hide in the wilderness). I'm going to take my camera OUT of my room TOMORROW to get some good snaps of the red leaves around here, and halloween costumes. Saturday, October 18, 2008. Wednesday, October 15, 2008. Late for the Mail Room.
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un grand radiocassette: 11/01/2008 - 12/01/2008
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008. Are green and red. Is every holiday associated with green and red? I don't think so. Here is something that I wrote recently, not a Margy Pepper (formerly 4skin) song, just a solo thing. I didn't work very hard recording it, and my voice is post-m&m scratchy (you know when you eat so much chocolate that the inside of your throat feels thick? But here it is anyway:. Tuesday, November 4, 2008. I check the myspace when I wake up, before class, after class, before I fall asleep.
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un grand radiocassette: 04/01/2008 - 05/01/2008
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Wednesday, April 30, 2008. Sunday, April 27, 2008. Monday, April 21, 2008. She places the gray rectangle of shadow. Above her chin, delicately as a name card. At a dinner setting. It is a simple truth –. That the sun's angle would darken this pattern -
. A math she calculates steadily, the way. She pulls silver through her earlobes. This face invents her –. From it the audience can guess. Of her spine, of her hips and wide toes -. It is a face that she’s chosen, a freedom. Before the mirror, tracing.
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un grand radiocassette: RIOT
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Friday, October 31, 2008. Here's the new work, this one is a bookbag and it is huge, it is designed to fit LPs:. My snazzy stitching job:. The lining and the LP pocket (MOM - the lining isn't CAMO, its CAMO-COLORED clouds, not advocating militarism, just clouds that can hide in the wilderness). I'm going to take my camera OUT of my room TOMORROW to get some good snaps of the red leaves around here, and halloween costumes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Cocaine blunts and hip hop mix tapes.
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un grand radiocassette: Holiday M&Ms
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008. Are green and red. Is every holiday associated with green and red? I don't think so. Here is something that I wrote recently, not a Margy Pepper (formerly 4skin) song, just a solo thing. I didn't work very hard recording it, and my voice is post-m&m scratchy (you know when you eat so much chocolate that the inside of your throat feels thick? But here it is anyway:. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Cocaine blunts and hip hop mix tapes. You're the yellow girl, right?
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un grand radiocassette: Olympia Free Choir Practice!!!
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Monday, January 26, 2009. Olympia Free Choir Practice! Here's a video from Free Choir practice! I'm not in it because it was the same day as a Margy Pepper show the time that this person videotaped it, but still totally worth the watch/listen. Fun Fact: The house this is in is the same one that I checked out way in the beginning of the year with Davy and Spencer! Now Kimya lives there. Olympia Free Choir Practice. Thats so weird, i saw pics on fcbk of her and ange outside the house and i recognized it.
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un grand radiocassette: 03/01/2008 - 04/01/2008
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Sunday, March 30, 2008. Saturday, March 29, 2008. The record ending is a piece of paper crumbled up and eaten. It reminds me of bugs dying on light bulbs. It reminds me of brown curled leaf-ends. I wrote a letter and then I stopped. My hair crisped from a shooting flame, it felt like a record ending. The dirt has been dry, the roots have been aching over how to feed the leaves. I have a folder full of letters that I'll never send. Wednesday, March 26, 2008. Distance pt. 4. Tuesday, March 25, 2008. Church...
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un grand radiocassette: 07/01/2008 - 08/01/2008
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Monday, July 21, 2008. This song is about needing a foot more space:. This is Sarah and the waves and some strumming from my fingers:. Sunday, July 13, 2008. This one is called "Notes For Out West", and it should play even though it says that the file is deleted. Maybe it won't play, I don't know. This one is called "Ode To The Androscoggin". The Androscoggin is a river, and Umbagog is the body of water that that feeds it. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Cocaine blunts and hip hop mix tapes.
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un grand radiocassette: 09/01/2008 - 10/01/2008
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Thursday, September 25, 2008. 1 "The Sitting Room Gallery": There are a few sitting rooms outside of bathrooms at Evergreen. They are pretty much white cement rooms with a mirror and a chair. As soon as I've collected enough student artwork, I'm going to curate a show in one. Will go up and come down in one night. 2 "The Lil John Tribute Band": Exactly what it sounds like. I play the mandolin, everyone sings. Will perform in an electrical room found on the rooftop of the library. Days are ending all of a...
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un grand radiocassette: 05/01/2008 - 06/01/2008
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008. Where Babies Come From (Free Write). Flour that has puffed over. Tin jar walls, and seems to disappear. But actually floats together. To a secret meeting place. In the garden, to make a floury. Copper sulfate reflects blue light. And that is why the sky is blue. The part of your brain. That is your memory. Is locked in a nutshell -. Thick, brown, like my bedroom door, hard to crack -. Locked so that memory won't seep into the sack. In your brain, God made them, God help them,.
