Malcolm Liepke

Presently admiring the work of artist Malcolm Liepke...passionate yet somehow restrained...can identify with something in this piece.

I don't know how to feel about this...

The snuggie...because my blanket has become such a burden? It seems like something that might be a good idea, until you realize your skin has started fusing to the fleece, your ass has tripled in size, your fingers are stained with Cheeto-dust, you radiate Hot Pocket scent, you've memorized the day-time line-up...I just don't know how to feel about this. Its one step closer to dying alone, your body left to rot, only to be discovered by your neighbors 3 weeks later.

Dear god.

Below is the graduation checklist you requested. I hope this helps you prepare for your big day!

Thanks and Go Gators!

Graduation Checklist

Graduation Checklist (Provided by the Office of the University Registrar)

As you prepare to graduate this term, please make sure to complete all your academic and financial obligations.

1. Review and verify completion of all degree requirements with your adviser and college dean's office.

2. Complete an online degree application on ISIS by the deadline.

3. Verify your current and permanent home addresses to ensure receipt of time-sensitive degree information and your diploma. Your diploma will be mailed to your permanent home mailing address approximately 10 weeks after graduation.

4. Clear your academic record. Previous incomplete grades must be converted to satisfactory letter grades before you can graduate. Incompletes received in your final term will prevent you from graduating.

5. Satisfy all financial obligations (fines, tickets, fees, etc.) with University Financial Services in 113 Criser Hall. Outstanding debt will delay release of your diploma and transcript.

6. Make sure to complete an exit interview with the Office for Student Financial Affairs in 107 Criser Hall if you have received financial aid, student loans or scholarships.

7. Refer to the commencement web page to answer all your questions about commencement. Degree candidates will receive complete information from the Office of the University Registrar.

8. Visit the Career Resource Center for help writing your resumé and to consult other career-related materials. Attend a Career Showcase, sponsored each term by the CRC, and make full use of the career resource library available to all students.

9. Order your academic regalia by the deadline at the University Bookstore, 352-392-0194. Graduation announcements and college rings are also available (scroll down page). Degree candidates are invited to stop by and make arrangements for all their graduation needs.

10. Consider joining the UF Alumni Association.

Should your plans change and you no longer will graduate in the term you applied, notify the Registrar’s Office and your college dean’s office immediately. Graduation applications do not carry forward, so you must reapply for degree in the term you plan to graduate.

hmmm...

analyzing a mental puzzle without any tangible pieces.

Authentic Mexico food...que rico!

In this season of massive meals, I present Mexican cuisine as my best gastronomic experience to date. Jealous? Should be. Is it slightly bizarre that I took photographs of my food?

Ay, ay, ay, ay, canta y no llores...

porque cantando se alegran
cielito lindo los corazones.

Interesting article; will be using for my current research...

Sacred Trees

Because it is also good to laugh at Beyonce.

Or Sasha Fierce?

Because it is good to laugh at yourself: A Tryptych

*and especially easy when inebriated. A progression fueled by PBR, double whiskey-sours and Sarah/Neil induced giggles.

he isn't talking about you...

"looking at her delicate sandwiches and serious facial postures just kind've makes me want to fart in her bed." Rylan Monteith

grey, gray.

My frozen hands indicate that winter is upon us. I generally delight in this season for the style possibilities. I tend to be fairly conservative in terms of visible skin (or panty lines, etc...) and relish seasons that support (demand) my particular approach to dressing. As the winter months also usher in the oh-so-delightful holiday season (ugh,) I wanted to emphasize my consumer-driven desire for all things grey...to match the weather. And by all things grey, I mean some. Do not want: Macy Gray, Meredith Grey, or Gray County, Tx. Have always loved this color; long for rainy, grey days spent drinking tea (earl...,) watching black and white films (or Sleepwalkers, whatever.)
(images one and five: little thoughts...check it out..lovely photographs.)

For James...

(via little thoughts.)
...the man with Cnidaria on the soles of his shoes...

Ah ha, hush that that fuss...

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=238616458

My job often involves interaction with terrified high school students in town for campus tours. Sadly, our cicerones are NOT the tour guides of Road Trip fame (perhaps the final, shining moment of Tom Green's cultural relevance.) I firmly believe Gator guides are closeted speed freaks--they move far too quickly, cannot control the volume of their voice, smile widely when around parents but basically look exhausted and shoot dirty looks to everyone else. Umm..whatever, dude...you got a kick ass backpack for your "troubles..." imagine having to "babysit" a desk...we'll talk.

Regardless, imagine my delight when a PURPLE (PURPLE!!) bus rolls up to the building like it ain't no thang. WHO was inside that glorious bus? Surely not a tour of high school students; that brand of entrance was more in line with a retired Vegas show-girl reunion tour, or traveling drag queen parade...those actually aboard the bus resemble a marriage of the latter with the former.....a fucking purple bus FULL of chongas from Marianna, Florida, on campus. at my job. there is a higher power and he is lookin' out for me. Bracing myself for the sudden change in temperature and saying goodbye for the silence that typically defines my job, I waited, watching as they exited the bus...it was a glorious sea of gold, puffy jackets, TIGHT jeans, eyeliner, gel, acrylic... fucking glitter and desperation. I really dont have the words. About 16 entered with a haggard looking teacher that must have been ready to commit seppuku...I cannot express how loud it got in here. They migrated toward the bathroom before their tour departed and my curiosity got the better of me...I followed them in and basically waited in the stall like a creep just to hear what they were talking about. Main topics included this one girl, who OBVIOUSLY was not there...I couldn't catch her name but she was described as a "obese, fat, fucking bitch," "una puta," and some other slang of the Mexican-variety that I could not discern. This was one of those times I am so grateful to my parents for teaching us both languages...I would've missed out on some many trashy-insult gems but yet thank the sweet lord I escaped that culture and its dialect. It could've been me...ay dios. Post-Thanksgiving shopping was also widely discussed...when shit "really goes on sale, bro." One of them, AWESOME HIGHLIGHTS, by the way, called me "white girl" before she asked me question. *Swoon* This magical moment was far too brief and yet, will certaintly define my history.

reflections on the revolution in france...

Setting up shop at work today...I've plugged in the ancient telephone that barely works, signed in to document hours for which I will receive too-little pay, and have said good morning to 9 people...not one has responded. I understand its early and cold but there is no excuse for ignoring someone who you will invariably see several times this morning. I guess we all need to be reminded how truly insignificant we are. As I cannot leave my post (save to run to the bathroom,) I either have to pack a shitty cheese sandwich lunch (which I have to eat under the desk as it "reflects poorly" on my station to noticeably consume anything) or wait until I am off the clock to run and grab shitty campus food before class. There is a ten minute window between the end of my shift and the start of my seminar class--I have yet to rustle up some grub, smoke the cig I've been dreaming about for 7 hours and make it to class. Perhaps today is the day...
Below is a work-themed playlist... my present job is nothing like a chain gang, but nevermind that. Buh.
the national treasure
salt of the earth
chain gang
we gotta get out of this place

solitude.

"No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength." So says Jack Kerouac. Solitude, deliciously free from social obligation, is most appealing as the highest form of meditation--quiet, private, without judgment...ah, the quiet of being alone.

because everyone needs to hear (see?) it sometimes...

it's true...

Truer words...?

I wonder...






*this is, from where I stand, the only version of the song.

i think this is what you meant, pamps. <3

You Really Got A Hold On Me
Two Way Monologue
Los Angeles, I'm Yours
Shed Your Love
Time to Pretend

Tacotrip: Part Two of 1765

Still day one images of tacotrip extravaganza 2008. Viva Mexico!

The horrifying truth...

(via walknboston)

Tacotrip: Part One of 1765

These are images from the first day of my recent Mexico City adventure with the greatest rose in the world. Wanted to capture a bit of the local culture which is indescribably rich and amazing. Will go into more detail eventually...the time spent in the (sort-of) homeland was restorative. Roro and I dubbed this a "sad bitch" themed jaunt/escape. Her family (much more on them) was so welcoming...they are fucking hilarious, very sweet and certainly adept at showing people a good time. Un beso a mi familia Mexicana...wish I was there instead of writing about it. C'est la vie. (Images: el mercado, food stop, una flor, mi carita, le rose and I at the Frida Kahlo house...I nearly cried, died)

I'm vegetarian.

"He was not quite McDonald's, but certainly not filet mignon...he was the Hamburger Helper of sexual partners...beef stroganoff, if you will." Apt.

truly the star of the show...

He might look ferocious, but he is a baby that has stolen my formerly-dog lovin' heart. While we project homosexuality, pretension, wisdom and francophone culture on this prince, he merely watches us, judging and cuddling (when convenient.) I've become quite creepy in my devotion to him...maybe I wrote a song, maybe I didn't. His presence has helped us through a lot...he makes me smile more than most. I present to you, dear Internet...our baby, my mimi cat...Chocolat Petit OtalorahyphenKoernig. Viva nuestro gatito lindo y dulce.