Bug

This is the posterior view of the heart turned into a bug. It's what I saw.It's what you have inside of you.

No Time!

I think I’ve gone a little crazy and I think that I am done with people.

I need some time for myself. Each week I am busy from my dawn until dark, I take care of people, and I interact with upwards of 50-100 people a day. I’m exhausted by them. I have been neglecting myself and my sanity. I need to start looking for an apartment again. And Katie’s daughter lives in mill creek, so I think I’ll contact her… Whoops! I’d better add that to the list. Ok, the list that I have is going on three pages now. But in the process of looking through my day planner and notebook I found the stack of bus transfers that a friend gave to me, so my list of art projects (that is written down in another book which is on a shelf, just waiting to go and be used) is growing again. At least I tried to make a denim bag out of an old pair of jeans that my friend Sawyer gave me. WOO HOO for re-purposing!!! See how distracted I can get in such a short period of time? It’s disturbing!

We made bacon muffins on Saturday:

Crazy people like to talk to me. I was sitting at the bus stop and this crazy fellow walked up to me said hi, asked me if I wanted to sleep with him, and promptly started to talk at me. At times he was yelling, at times he almost sounded coherent, but yes, he was crazy.

I'm a bit curious as to why random people will simply start talking to me with no prompting. I ask my friends and they say that it's because I have "good vibes" and that people don't shy away from that. In fact that's why they're attracted to me. 

Still, it's a little scary to know that someone's "vibes" attract all kinds. Especially insane people.

Perhaps it's one of my gifts? If so, then thank you God, I'm not yet sure what I'm meant to do with it, but I'm sure you'll show me in time.

this is the day that the Lord has made I will rejoice and be glad in it!

4/16/2011

I typed this up on the 16th.

Today I ventured out to the University District in Seattle. It was thoroughly pleasant getting there, and I met some interesting people going to and fro the city.
I went to go see and support the dancers who I know are developing into beautiful choreographers in the UW dance program. They had a showcase in which there were good pieces, and some not so good pieces. But the two choreographers that I know had good pieces. While I was waiting in the studio for the show to start I started talking to the girl next to me.
Hi, I'm Carole! What's your name?
Alexisss she replied.
Alexisss I repeated because she  had said it into my slightly-less-than-"normal" hearing ear (the left).
So, do you know anyone here? she asked
Yep, I know two of the choreographers. I replied. Fausto Rivera, and Heather D'Arnell. and I pointed to their names in the program.
Oh cool! she said
What do you do? I asked her.
I'm currently taking a year off, but then I'm planning to transfer to Central.
That's cool, I said, What are you planning on studying?
I'm not sure yet, she said
and this is where I can TOTALLY relate because I have several paths in front of me as well.
She works for KEXP occasionally as a part-time back-up-intern. But she said that she hasn't really gotten to do it a lot. She likes working with/around music and it's fun and exciting to meet/greet/pamper the bands that come to visit the radio station.
I asked her what her most uncomfortable situation working there had been.
Well there was this one time where I had to welcome a band, and I guess I had to get them coffee, but I don't know how to make it, so I made it, but it was really gross, and I could tell because I tried it, but I had to serve it to them anyway, and I guess that was sort of uncomfortable. I mean it's a good thing to know how to make coffee around here!
I agree, I kind of know how to make it french press and with a machine, but not with an espresso machine, that's way to advanced for me right now.

Later on when I was trying to get home a fellow asked me if I had a dollar for him. I said no becasue I'm saving my dollars for school.
He gave me a knowing you're lying smile and asked me what I was studying.
Art I said
Oh so you're an artist! Do you ever look at picturs of other artist's works? You know what, you should look at Michaelangelo, and Rembrandt, you know Rembrandt?
I said that I did know him, and asked if he knew about Velásquez.
We chatted away about artists' names and he said that I should go and see pictures of their works for free in the library.
His light shone so brightly!
As we approached the bus stop where I was to wait for 1/2 of an hour he said goodbye and wished me a good evening. He had three bags and a knit hat on his head. he was missing the right lens out of his glasses and was smiling all the while.

At the bus stop I met a man named Oliver.
What struck me was that he actually made eye-contact with me and smiled, so a conversation was able to take place.
"How is your evening going?" I asked
"It's going well, he replied. I just got back from a flight down to the bay area for a job interview"
Three days ago he finished his PhD in Science/math/engineering. He was quite passionate about what he is doing and I commended him for it. It isn't often that you meet an engineer or mathematical scientist who actually loves what they are doing!
He had shattered his knee playing soccer in Brazil now he has a metal plate, a cadaver bone and seven bolts holding him together while he waits another 2 months at least to heal. He like Thai food and explained his thesis for his PhD in terms that were comprehensible to me. A mathematical way to re-reconstruct something.
"Imagine you had a whole bunch of legos and you made  giant buildings out of those legos, you didn't complete some of them, but you did for others, now you then go and knock them down with a baseball bat and take polaroids of them, some of the pictures turn out fuzzy and others turn out kind of ok. If you give me the ones that are ok, in theory based on the stattistical evidence you should be able to re-construct the buildings made out of legos that were knocked down."

Ok Oliver, If I got this wrong, I hope that you find this and correct me so I can get it right!

Oliver left and I turned to another woman who was also waiting for the 522, she made eye contact too!
"You wouldn't know if the 522 has come yet would you?" I asked her.
"You've been here longer than I have, she said, and it hasn't come in the time I've been here"
She was downtown celebrating her daughter's 26th birthday. Ann graduated with a degree in fine arts in drawing and painting and is an occupational therapist for the UW. Her daughter (the one that turned 26) actually went to evergreen College for a quarter before figuring out that she didn't like it at all. we talked about my plans, my education, and how the budgetcuts will be terrible for the school system. How Community colleges are wonderful places to get education...
And I realize how wonderful God is in creating such amazing people! Making each of us so very unique that it's a beautiful experience to have when you come in contact with them.

Her Name Was Apple

Learning to scan documents in class. This is what I made while waiting. I love Photoshop.

What We Need

Limitations are tough.
But sometimes they are just what we need...

Twitter limits you to 140 characters.
What can you possibly say that's worthy of more than 140 characters?
What's that you say?
Nothing?
I thought so.
Happy Tuesday.

Oh, My Goodness!

Life is hilarious.
I'm at home, feeling quite ill and I can't focus on one thing for too long, so I have resorted to surfing the web. This is what I found:

What's funny is that I believe in Jesus, and I am actually acquainted with the fellows who are Batman and Superman. I simply never put one and two together in this manner.

My Screen

I wanted to post a progressive animation of all the screens that I went to in ten minutes. It would have read: "Here are pictures of my screen over the next ten minutes:"
Instead, it doesn't, because I realized how much of a security risk it would pose. Not much more than I already post online, but more information than I'm presently willing to put out there, right here.
I'm reminded of the scene in Transformers 2 where the guy re-caps the information on the decepticons and the whereabouts of Megatron, and totally ruins everything by that outrageous breach in protocol and not to mention security.
I don't want that to happen.
Instead I wrote you this poem, it's purely satirical so don't be offended. Cheers!

OVERLOAD
by ©arole

Facebook sucks your brain.
Twitter eats your soul
Flickr takes your photos
Skype is out of control

Google owns everything
Yahoo's still laughing
Ricardo Montobon is Indigo
you can find it right with bing

Youtube's dominating the videos
CNN has the news
who needs a giant gummy worm
or breaking instant news?

BBC and apple

line up to stay in line

to buy that product in person

or just add to your cart online

Wiki-is so informative
Blogger is the bomb
Amazon and Taobao sell stuff
And Linkedin is in this song

Ebay is fascinating

Craigslist is so fine

IMDB rocks the house
I used to use Ask all the time

I used to like the internet,
but now I just don't know
I check my e-mail daily
and am sick of all this show

Don't matter where you're surfing
don't care if you've got IM/CHAT/TEXTING
Just wanted to drop you a line today
by writing to you a letter with this thing...(I think it's called a pencil)