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good times

s

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/22570963/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/22570963/ Wed, 14 Jan 2009 01:45:41 PST [link]

don't be a stranger, now

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/22042461/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/22042461/ Thu, 18 Dec 2008 01:05:56 PST [link]

There's also an 8 page feature on Stamen in the latest Contagious magazine here: [link] .

[a project I'm working on is in I.D. and is described in Contagious as 'ure visual crack' — woo!]

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/19817856/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/19817856/ Wed, 06 Aug 2008 22:35:01 PDT [link] . did i miss it? of course. it's always strange to fold back like this, especially for so long. i wonder, my body contorted like this, if my legs will fall asleep.

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tumblr : [link]

muxtape: [link]

last.fm: [link]

last.fm spirals : [link]

last fm tumblr: [link]

site: [link]

portfolio: [link]

flickr: [link]

etc, etc.

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/19132812/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/19132812/ Mon, 30 Jun 2008 17:54:36 PDT [link]

if you have a last.fm account, you can use it to generate a graphic that is a visualization of your listening habits. each artist is a different hue, more color variation means more artist variety, etc...

let me know what you think.

it also dumps out your entry here: [link]

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interviewing with the san francisco firm in a couple days... wish me luck. i'd rather be loved and leave than never loved at all i guess...

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/18358934/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/18358934/ Fri, 16 May 2008 22:00:27 PDT
but if i love new york for the nightlife, i love san francisco for the lifestyle. is it that easy to break up? we'll see.

in the meantime, i am jobless. coming back to dA is to be reminded of old ghosts, strange and unfamiliar voices echoing around. steve follows me like a shadow now, like the one i made for him so long ago. i wonder where that led him, if he knew i meant beauty when i drew sadness.

really, i just hope he never took another look at it.

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/15582587/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/15582587/ Mon, 19 Nov 2007 20:55:00 PST
it's like a river. sink, stand or swim, it's always there. quiet and fearsome.

i have a place now, a little box in williamsburg. [my jeans are not tight enough]

one of my first projects at MESH is almost done: [link]

[and whoever bought those 3 prints on august 6th, thanks a lot. those are my favorites.]

best,

s

[also: california produce > all]

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two suitcases of clothes, my laptop, a couple cameras, two harddrives of music and movies, and speakers. i bought a san francisco moleskine, so i won't forget this beautiful city.

s

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/14189384/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/14189384/ Thu, 16 Aug 2007 01:17:23 PDT
but, i might leave. i have no idea where i will be in two months, and it's all kind of exciting and a little frightening.

s

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/13861909/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/13861909/ Tue, 24 Jul 2007 15:18:19 PDT [link]

working at iwamotoscott, learning processing, living in sf, applying for jobs. yep.

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/12811061/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/12811061/ Wed, 02 May 2007 02:54:10 PDT
with four other undergrads and a grad student, i worked with lisa iwamoto and craig scott on their entry in the PS1 young architects program. it's a competition, held yearly, for an installation in the courtyard of the ps1 art gallery. we worked from january to mid march, starting off with initial designs, model making, and then moving to more specialized tasks, where my friend jim and i produced all the 2d renderings and a three minute 3d animation, set to music remixed by my friend ian.

the animation process was intense. there is no other way to say it. i've never really done something of this scope before. three minutes at 24fps was 4320 frames in itself. we rendered out our frames at a resolution of 800x500, using maya and mental ray, trying multiple iterations to figure out how to quickly render the whole thing. we rendered each frame, hoping to get the total under 10 minutes per frame (which itself would be 720 hours of rendering, or 30 straight days -- we had two weeks). jim moved his desktop into my room, a dual athlon 64 with 4gb of ram, with his 24" widescreen lcd and his baby 17". i was using jen's 22" widescreen and my housemate's 20" widescreen on my quad core mac pro. we eventually found that breaking up the rendering into separate lighting passes saved us a lot of time (15 minutes for one frame became a 4-5 minute ambient pass + a 4-5 minute directional pass) and allowed us to break up the immense amount of frames across multiple computers. just doing two passes brought us up to 8000+ frames, but we found for the best quality, we also had to do an occlusion pass. that took us up to over 12000 frames. then we started green screening dancers for the night sequence, recruiting friends, asking random people, and pulling aside housemates to record. and that's when things got really out of control

with the night sequence, we had several different light sources, that added three passes for each light color, cyan, turquise, and blue. in addition, we had to render a mask layer for the canopy, so that we could apply the lighting to only the canopy. then we put in point lights to simulate existing lighting conditions on the walls. that brought us up to 17000 frames. by then my friend zach had moved in his quad core as well, and we'd cannibalized his 19" monitor and a housemate's 17" so that we had 6 flatscreen lcds in my room, one laptop hooked up for itunes, one laptop remote desktop'd to a grad student's quad core, and two desktops outside my room constantly rendering. the rule for the house became, when you go to sleep, leave your laptop outside your door. lisa put down $600 to use a render farm for 24 hours, then, when that still hadn't finished everything, put down another $300 for more time. the last week and a half we worked 20 hours a day, nonstop. jim slept in my closet. dishes piled up.

then we got to the people. that would add another 4320 frames, but we wanted them to fade in and out randomly. zach and i wrote a few scripts to automate that for us, applying shaders and randomly assigning lifespans. then we wrote scripts to populate the people for the night shots. 42 looping dancing people became 1500. then we added another pass, another 4320 frames, to the shading on the ground for the people. by this time, the project was a 25000 frame project, with the total frames adding up to over 25gb in memory. it was a monster.

we flew out to new york, and finished putting the movie together. we rendered out a few versions from after effects, different brightnesses, different contrasts, different formats. it was an amazing experience, not one that i'll ever easily forget. there was so much learning involved, it felt like we were reinventing the process. now i'm totally comfortable in the graph editor, particle effects, melscripting, and even some uv texturing.

we got 2nd place. everyone loved the animation. it was exhausting, but still kind of fantastic to think that two people, jim and i, along with almost 30 cores and 48 hours of renderfarming, could take a project like that from start to finish, storyboarding to playblasting to music coordination to green screening to rendering, in a span of about three weeks.

it's on revver now, and youtube. check it out. that is all.
[link] -- to support me
[link] -- to just see it
[link] -- to see the project

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/12686796/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/12686796/ Sun, 22 Apr 2007 04:08:38 PDT
everything just became very, very claustrophobic.

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]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/11739635/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/11739635/ Thu, 08 Feb 2007 19:08:00 PST
i will die before 2100.
i have loved and do love and will continue to love.
i have had amazing friends, and the friends i am with are better than the friends i have been with.
i have seen death.
i am too thin for american sizes.
i have had amazing sex and terrible sex.
i have no conception of money.
i am beyond sleep.
i have discovered what drives me.
[some have recognized it long before i ever discovered it]
i will continue to pursue my passions.
i continue to write.
i devour software.
i am made up of the people i surround myself with.

i began dying in 1985.
there is no death in me.


[on the micro level:
i am working on a competition that, if we win, will be built in nyc.
i am designing a book to publish the work my friends and i did last semester in honors studio.
my professors tell me to move to new york.]

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/11655613/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/11655613/ Fri, 02 Feb 2007 05:02:21 PST
just noise. nothing more. there's a crude sense of responsibility, but that is it. there's a sense of guilt at being inactive, but it is quickly forgotten.

just shit.

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s

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/10648903/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/10648903/ Tue, 07 Nov 2006 15:11:26 PST .
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i got a mac pro a few weeks ago. it's singing. renders that took an hour and 15 minutes on my laptop now take 12 minutes on the mac pro's quad core godliness.
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]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/10343930/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/10343930/ Tue, 10 Oct 2006 04:27:28 PDT
belle & sebastian
new pornographers
elefant
black rebel motorcycle club
feist [twice]
john vanderslice
the botticellis
kid 606
four tet w/ steve reid
the black keys
phoenix
kid beyond [again]
dj krush
rogue wave
tv on the radio
muse [eh]
yeah yeah yeahs
the like

tomorrow: sufjan stevens.

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/10050796/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/10050796/ Tue, 12 Sep 2006 14:22:23 PDT

i thought i would be here more but i'm

not ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/9806659/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/9806659/ Mon, 21 Aug 2006 16:34:12 PDT
i'm not sure if i love the girl or if i love the love. there are problems there, sticky and indecisive. we're all rollercoasting a long way down, our hands all numb and shaky from the ride. i'm bleeding, stigmata, but she's smoking our revenge. she tells me forever and i laugh -- i'm crying inside because i agree and i hate that i agree. she tells me always and i laugh again, because she's said it before, meant it before. i have dreams of sleeping with other women, but i wake up alone. it's better that way. creaky floorboards have their own conversations to hold with my souls. i never liked bathtubs, controlled drowning. i don't want to recognize the streets here. i want mystery, not truth -- love, not devotion. something had to fall off the shelf, porcelain or not. she tells me my eyes are a crazy color but i just enjoy the croissant, flaky and indifferent. he tells me i'm very strategic with where i sit. i bought too many pants in denmark -- i like walking around naked anyways. i miss music and skin [her skin, my music]. i miss all the smoke and sweat in the blues bars. i miss denmark and berkeley at the same time. i want warmth waiting for me in bed, not cold, not darkness. i want to breathe on life's shoulders and kiss the back of her neck. she sends me emails now, withered text on wobbling screens, and i wonder what it feels like to touch plastic, not skin, to talk in electricity, not words. i bite my tongue and fall asleep to the taste of my blood.

sausages. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/9618986/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/9618986/ Sun, 06 Aug 2006 15:28:57 PDT
anyways.

i'm in denmark right now. copenhagen, specifically. i'm taking a furniture design studio at the designskole of copenhagen. after a few weeks of scandinavian furniture design history and a tour of scandinavia, we design and make a chair of our own in three weeks (one to design, two to produce). i'm in the middle of our two weeks of production right now, and my chair is made out of folded plywood with veneer legs. i'm excited, but it's tiring work. luckily i can't do any work outside of shop hours. once shop is closed, i'm free for the day.

i visited jen in london a few weeks ago, missed my flight back, got delayed, etc, ended up paying a ridiculous amount of money to get back to copenhagen, missing two of my five days to design. jen's flying in on friday, the last day of shop, and she'll be staying a week. after that, i visit christine in germany for about five days, then i head back to berkeley. wolf parade is playing the night i fly back.

ahem.

so now that i have some more free time to myself, i'll be posting more photos and work.

this has been disgustingly devoid of vagaries and mysteries, but it had to happen some time.

s ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/9535869/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/9535869/ Sat, 29 Jul 2006 18:12:24 PDT
s ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/8992659/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/8992659/ Tue, 06 Jun 2006 19:30:50 PDT
see you there.

[link]





[...] ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/8827314/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/8827314/ Sat, 20 May 2006 16:00:49 PDT
listening to t-rex, dj krush, sparklehorse, johnny cash, thelonius monk, and scrabbel lately.

start my first 9-5 on monday. shopping at h&m and jeremy's with money i haven't made yet.

yes. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/8541756/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/8541756/ Fri, 21 Apr 2006 14:01:18 PDT [link]

one. i am obsessive about organizing my music. i have 35 gigabytes of it, so maybe it's necessary (6700 songs). the names of some of my playlists are as follows: by play count (10 quicklist, 10 snapshot, 50 most played, 50 second most played, audioscrobbler, four month hit list, needs massage, unheard of), by rating (3-4stars, 4-5stars), by semester (...), by sound (bump this, cidade de deus, classic jazz, garageband.com, idm, krushed, otherworldy, parisian lounge, samurai champloo, soundscapes, vs185x, dusty drama, hollow kisses, jaded, misty jazz, quality rap, reborn, score music, yasushi ishii), playlists i've made for my friends, and scattered thoughts (ragged poetry, shoes weigh you down, with blood on your wings, those hushed voices).

two. i like walking around alone late at night in my neighborhood at home. i usually end up in the middle of a baseball field or in playgrounds. in berkeley, i walk with a friend.

three. i like listening to soft songs really loudly. pj harvey - is this desire, blonde redhead - for the damaged, sparklehorse songs, etc... i like to turn off all of the lights in studio after everyone else has left and then turn my speakers up.

four. i wear and buy women's shirts and sweaters on a regular basis. i have a 26" waist.

five. i don't believe in using stock photos. any photo collage work i do is from my own source material -- partly the reason why i bought the dslr. i find that nowadays i don't compose my subjects anymore; i isolate them so that they are easier to collage. i don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing.

six. i pursue people until they want me, and then i walk away. this is a pretty general statement. in the past it's applied to girls, but more recently (is this a perverse thing?) it's applied to architecture firms. i have three summer internships sitting in my lap in relatively good firms -- Chong Partners, Aedis, and noll&tam. i passed up a chance to work with bob shepherd this semester, my instructor from last semester.

anyways. i'm not going to pass this on to six more people. note me if you take it up though. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/8258503/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/8258503/ Fri, 24 Mar 2006 19:05:16 PST
tasty


[get me away from here, i'm dying] ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/8189521/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/8189521/ Fri, 17 Mar 2006 15:07:11 PST
haven't been keeping up with the sleeping log. saw black rebel motorcycle club and elefant on wednesday, watched a screening of american dreamz on tuesday.

eh. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7737325/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7737325/ Sun, 29 Jan 2006 01:07:13 PST 1:03:47 AM me: TELLMM!!E!
1:03:48 AM me: hahaha
1:03:57 AM me: i was so excited my exclamation marks cut in line
1:04:05 AM XXXXXXXXX: hahahahaha
1:04:11 AM XXXXXXXXX: well, it was a big poop and very friendly
1:04:16 AM me: hahaha
1:04:23 AM me: "i'll just be splooshing now!"
1:04:24 AM XXXXXXXXX: like it had stayed the night and was leaving as planned after a nice visit
1:05:00 AM me: neat!
1:05:02 AM me: or, cordial
1:05:05 AM XXXXXXXXX: mhmm
1:05:12 AM XXXXXXXXX: it was a very genial poop
1:05:19 AM me: a dapper dump
1:05:21 AM me: HAHAHA

i am proud of myself. i think this is journal worthy.

]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7625841/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7625841/ Mon, 16 Jan 2006 23:59:39 PST
[link]

[the sleep log begins again] ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7541246/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7541246/ Sun, 08 Jan 2006 02:53:39 PST ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7428179/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7428179/ Tue, 27 Dec 2005 03:33:52 PST
things have been insane. i drove to san jose to be with jen for a day. 700 miles round trip.

i'll be posting more photos soon. this camera is exciting. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7362790/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7362790/ Tue, 20 Dec 2005 10:46:45 PST
HOURS IN STUDIO / HOURS OF SLEEP
Nov28th: 13 / 4.25
Nov29th: 10 / 1.25
Nov30th: 20 / 2
Dec1st: 20.5 / 2
Dec2nd: 20.5 / 3.5
Dec3rd: 23.5 / 1.75
Dec4th: 24 / 1.75
Dec5th: 19.5 / 3
Dec6th: 17 / 2
Dec7th: 10 / 6

TOTAL HOURS IN STUDIO FOR PROJECT 3: 427.25

i got a business card out of final review. my instructor wants my help at his firm. i'm climbing up there, hand and foot, laughing all the way. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7165940/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7165940/ Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:28:00 PST no movies or concerts!
only studio and work!
no eating out at fancy restaurants!
no downloading music!
no sex!

everything dies until the seventh, when my soul exhales onto two 36"x72" boards. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7110917/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/7110917/ Tue, 22 Nov 2005 02:34:15 PST
Not sure what to do with all this. I'm living a fantastic life of extremes, bouncing between Jen, cooking, and studio. It's a rickety ride and I've got a flimsy smile but I love it all the same (probably more). I wrote a short story; I like it quite a bit, but not sure if I want to post it up here. It's kind of long. E-mail me if you want to read it.

Meanwhile, [link]
and
[link] ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6987792/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6987792/ Tue, 08 Nov 2005 06:26:55 PST raucous sea monsters, crashing and lashing their vicious tongues on the naked beaches

this is a song for the broken
the ones with
not enough hair to hide behind
not enough smiles to cry behind

//

this is such molassespeak,

a feather breeze on curling wheat,
and you know we've got
sand through our fingers,
smokeskinned faces,
crackling embers
[some silly rhyme about september]

there's a fire dying
and the water's run out of our words
you spun sideways
and it all simmered down
just allusions, just metaphors of better worlds ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6820086/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6820086/ Thu, 20 Oct 2005 15:20:45 PDT oct11 - 1 hour
oct12 - 5 hours
oct13 - 5 hours
oct14 - 1 hour
oct15 - 1 hour 30 minutes
oct16 - 1 hour 30 minutes
oct17 - 3 hours
oct18 - none
PROJECT 2 FINAL REVIEW
oct19 - Seven Hours and Fifteen Minutes

From Friday to Wednesay morning I spent 85 hours in studio. I slept for 7 hours, ate for 15, and was in class for 1 hour.

I'm uploading my boards for project 2; I've been doing nothing else. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6730361/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6730361/ Mon, 10 Oct 2005 13:06:33 PDT
"I want to instill in you a major major sense of panic"


final review on the 19th. i think i'll get less than 20 hours of sleep this week.

[this is what i live for, this fire.] ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6693042/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6693042/ Thu, 06 Oct 2005 07:14:38 PDT
i just woke up. 6:45am in studio. i crashed, hard, on the couch. this is the second time i've gotten more than 8 hours of sleep this semester.

last week my total was 24 hours and 15 minutes:
sunday: 3.5hrs
monday: 4hrs
tuesday: 30minutes
wednesday: 4.5hrs
thursday: 6hrs
friday: 2.75hrs
saturday: 3hrs

i skipped out on dinner with christine and zach. she wrote in my sketchbook
i dare to write this here: i love you

a few nights ago we went to the yoshi's jazz club in oakland. we didn't take the bus back, we walked for an hour and a half back to berkeley.

i tried watching chungking express with jen, but we ended up just finding cinema on the couch, under a blanket, between our lips. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6629692/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6629692/ Wed, 28 Sep 2005 21:48:18 PDT
HOURS OF SLEEP

Week 1 - 52 hours, 45 minutes

Week 2 - 40 hours, 30 minutes

Week 3 - 31 hours, 15 minutes

Week 4 - 26 hours, 15 minutes

Since Sunday: 8 hours. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6491135/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6491135/ Tue, 13 Sep 2005 02:52:32 PDT
i'm a sock puppet. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6376464/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6376464/ Wed, 31 Aug 2005 08:44:15 PDT
i can feel my time slowly spiralling away from me. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6293468/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6293468/ Mon, 22 Aug 2005 02:16:53 PDT
i've been reading raymond carver; it's affecting me so strongly. i have never felt this consistently moved by every single short story, every line, every crushing dialogue. and it's a quiet destruction, a soft, muted disaster -- my kind of catastrophe. i guess that's the stoic tragedy of it all.

i have 6241 songs in my itunes library, 30.06gb. you could figure out the trappings of my soul from the music i listen to. it's odd, these doors.

i like talking on the phone for hours and hours, drifting in a surreal present, disconnected in place but not in mind, in voice.

what a strange sunrise silence brings. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6222612/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6222612/ Sun, 14 Aug 2005 07:03:55 PDT
i got off the phone with jen a while ago; we talked for like four hours. it was nice, the way i like my conversations, shifting through various levels of seriousness with a calm and casual fluidity. i think i'm eating breakfast with her in a few hours, so i've decided to do something productive, which probably won't be sleep.

bec sent me the first chapter of her story last night. it was good, full of energy, raw but honest, cute in its simplicity. i could hear her voice as i read it. i laughed a little when i read her description of her eyes as enormous. they are, though, so dramatic and emotional.

anyways.

i haven't submitted many (any) good china photos; i don't know where to start. it's so odd, having so much to tell but no words to say. i'm choking on runts, pretty much. these are scattered thoughts as always.

i don't know. i suppose i'll submit something. this dA thing is feeling as messy as my mind, not a pretty sight. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6140510/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6140510/ Fri, 05 Aug 2005 09:53:32 PDT ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6104057/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6104057/ Mon, 01 Aug 2005 17:38:35 PDT Zen might be defined as waking up in the present. It's an experience that defies abstractions, an awakening to just this, what is here, now, and seeing it as for the first time in every moment.

i am in berkeley, i do not capitalize. my roommate had a friend and her roommate over to watch lemony snicket; i left, walked around with jen for a while. played pool, lost, won.

i got a haircut; i feel light and naked, new and silly.

it is august, the leaves scatter like dubloons on the sidewalks, sort of.

winter but my heart's in autumn

i don't know where to start, in terms of submitting. i've got over a thousand photos, five photo collages, three typography pieces.

i'm in charge of redesigning the Daily Cal website, [link] . it has a google pagerank of 8/10. by comparison, deviant art's main page has a pagerank of 7/10. yahoo .com and berkeley's main website both have a pagerank of 9/10.

this is big news, hardcore. i'm in over my head and loving it. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6016129/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/6016129/ Sat, 23 Jul 2005 20:26:06 PDT "A policy of democide was carried out in the north to cleanse the land by the 'Three-all' policy: 'Loot all, kill all, burn all'. Within nine years, the population was reduced from 44,000,000 to 25,000,000 people, mainly through starvation and epidemic."

i am back in america.

how do i describe china? in the fewest words -- deliriously hot / endless mountains / a thousand photos / boiling with potential / drowning in pollution / fever pitch / mascara / baths and purging.

i need books, though, photo essays, video montages, any and all forms of expression to contain what i want to say. i have a feeling that this, that this place, this feeling, is what i will be working on for the rest of my life. italics were written bits or quotes from books that i assembled during the trip.

i read a lot, i watched a lot of movies. i worked in photoshop a lot, took lots of photos. i played a lot of mahjjong. i climbed mountains and puked water. my life is but a breather between trips to china, between trips to that mysterious land, so familiar and so far away.


the world, is it the ocean or the sky, does it drown us or set us free?
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i'm thinking about shaving my head again.
i snuck into the botanical gardens with becca last night.

i'm feeling drained, emotionally and physically, though i've done pretty much nothing but sleep. i haven't really written, haven't really done anything in quite a while. i'm storing up energy for this china trip, i think. we'll see how it goes.

it'll be hot. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5654996/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5654996/ Wed, 15 Jun 2005 10:37:36 PDT
movie tonight, maybe, then hanging out with christine. in la. yeahyeahyeahs. same CDs. new address. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5597392/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5597392/ Thu, 09 Jun 2005 09:48:22 PDT
CDs on the lineup for the drive:

Alexi Murdoch - Four Songs
Roots of Orchis - Some Things Plural
Lou Reed - Transformer
Loquat - The Penny Drop
The Like - 3 EPs
Joanna Newsom - Milk Eyed Mender
Cat Power - You Are Free
Keren Ann - Not Going Anywhere
Rilo Kiley - Take offs and Landings
Rilo Kiley - The Execution of all Things
Mr. Scruff - Keep it Unreal
The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
Gary Jules - Greetings from the Side
Tripping Daisy - Jesus Hits like an Atom Bomb
Tears for Fears - Everybody Loves a Happy Ending

And the soundtracks for...
Hellsing
High Fidelity
The Life Aquatic
Eternal Sunshine
Donnie Darko
Requiem for a Dream

[wow, that's a lot more than i expected. this will be fun.] ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5538785/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5538785/ Fri, 03 Jun 2005 02:58:55 PDT
this is old.

he let incandescent lightbulbs slip from his hands, a sign of his immortality. she spoke and he listened, quietly; she was a pharaoh's queen. she licked daggers like a spin cycle, quarters rolling off of her biting tastes. acrid, and stinging, she wound her way through the rain as if she liked it that way, wet and muddied, his gaze unclear. furrowed brows and plant vines tangling and strangling melodies, mashing their fingers on the strings, living in that leather texture.

the drops of rain cleared his thoughts, as if they actually existed. he sighed into his pillow and wished for clearer days. he fell in love with poetry, not people. there was a strum of a guitar and he washed away, tickled and smiling. he tweezered his face, a tighter grin, trading eyelashes for eyebrows, canines for molars. hamburgers patted his face, tugged and pulled at his cheeks. i'm going to stop, he said, stop messing around, but as he spoke his eyes streaked into puddles and he started again.

do you feel unsteady, she asked, as she helped him out of the spirit ditch, his face covered in sadness and bits of string. he reached for her hand but it was jelly, and she was a liar. she sank in with him, coddled his head and whispering sweet regrets in his ear.

a third man, shadowy and indistinct, stumbled his way along the silent street, chatting with his reflections. he fell, too, but he had no idea he was biting, and hard. his legs caved in to the pressure, and they slipped sideways along the cobbled pathways. he thought he saw god in the sky, but it was just a cloud. and down he went, a blurry piece of tapestry, twisting like only a silhouette could. when he was on the ground he felt at home, and he cracked open his mouth to knuckle out four words.

no one heard anything, nor wanted to, so he slept.
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kenyatta, he said that extroverts come home from a party and feel energized, that introverts come home from a party and feel exhausted.

it's been good. i've been watching movies, crash and dogville and happenstance. i want to see layer cake. i'm bleeding on the carpet and it feels wonderful.


conversation is that smoke filling the room, intoxicating and delicious. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5360829/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5360829/ Sun, 15 May 2005 00:58:57 PDT
My English professor from last summer called me just an hour or so ago, like 11ish. He's been back from Istantinople for a few days, and is leaving for Peru in a few.


It's strange, you know, being with your past. It's like sitting next to a person you know on the bus. I haven't been eating much, which is strange, because we have food and I have time. I've been working relatively nonstop on a new website, for a new magazine. I showed it to Jess today, she really liked it. We'll be chugging away, and maybe this time next year it'll go to print.


I'm a spiralling frenzy. I've got spiderwebs on my mind, lipstick in my hair. It's a messy world out there, dirty and spotless. We have no closets to hold ourselves, our shelves are scattered on the floor, epileptic and dysfunctional. We blink, but no one sees. They thought they saw a comet, but it was just the sunset; they were on speed. You are a coyote, howling, and we're just sitting on a pinwheel waiting for your breath to ignite us. You stop midstep and laugh. This is all a joke, a game played with two sided dice. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5334997/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5334997/ Thu, 12 May 2005 01:21:14 PDT
i've begun working on a layout for our new magazine.

it's fantastic.

tangy, but sweet.

i just had a really satisfying conversation with christine after a notsosatisfying dinner with other people.

we have nothing but potatoes and cheese in our fridge.








yeah.


death by bottlecaps. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5290719/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5290719/ Sat, 07 May 2005 05:08:39 PDT

snuckface ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5270168/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5270168/ Thu, 05 May 2005 00:21:30 PDT
who else is going? this could get interesting. ]]> ~princepoo http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5200760/ http://princepoo.deviantart.com/journal/5200760/ Wed, 27 Apr 2005 04:18:15 PDT yestheysaid, those were the days,
where the fire rose green from the water,
their eyes glazed over, glassy sculptures of the world
when lizards called themselves dragons,
unfurling their wings haphazardly across the ocean
we were raucous then,
our voices cut through the silence

now, though, now
yestheysaid, now we just sit
and wait for tomorrow

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i'm tired.

there's a short fiction class i want to get into, but it requires a 10page writing sample due tuesday.

asymptotic death. ]]> ~princepoo