Roland Barthes

"the writer can only imitate a gesture that is always anterior, never original. his only power is to mix writings, to counter the ones with the others, in such a way as never to rest on any one of them." 

"the birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the author" 

reading in bed

it's been one of those odd days when:

you stay home all day (except for work) 

take ridiculously long naps

and read cheesy girly books.

spot me.

i've hardly written in my journal or blog. 

i don't feel compelled to. 

(which doesn't necessarily mean nothing is happening.)

new ideas and urges:

roland barthes.

summer in chiapas.

taking a break from school.

Californian Dreaming

i am back in salt lake.

and yet it feels like i never left.

i was welcomed by a glooming day and snow.

(seriously thinking of moving back to L.A. maybe it is sunshine all i really need)

morning has broken

i've almost forgotten what it is like to wake up early and take a walk.

(so early the sun was not out yet.)

the uneasiness of an empty stomach. a cold nose and red cheeks. the buzz of morning traffic. 

everything is illuminated

in my head, i sometimes look like an Allison Cole illustration.

cut+paste

conversations/conversaciones

what do you go home to?

i will try my best to not make this post sound resentful/angry/upsetting because it is not.
but lately i been having a hard time understanding people and their motivations.
-friends who rather stay home a weekend to watch movies even when you call them crying and asking for company.
-people who say they care but don't talk to you.
-family members who keep quiet.
friends/people/family members who let you down.

thursday

i love it when a apparently blah days turn out good:
cleaned my room.
improved my kenken skills
progressed in my readings (who would've thought feminist theory could be so gruesome?)
community service.
food.
a handmade postcard from Illinois (!!!!)
and midnight showing of WATCHMEN (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

el cartero de neruda.

late monday or early tuesday.

I am dead tired, mondays are usually the busiest day of my week.

today I:

discussed scopic regimes of modernity

(cartesian perspectivism, art of describing and madness of vision. to be exact)

had lunch by myself

attended an interesting lecture by Monica Mayer

(i really enjoyed her concept of Biofilia)

did pilates

had coffee with a long lost friend.

had a long walk and a held a decent conversation.

played with Mico the cat.

started reading a book.