status quo ante
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yamamanamaI didn't get to ask Becka but Anna sings in theatrical productions.
I went to Members Night to see Art In Bloom and upon arrival wished that I hadn’t. Thing is, you have three hours to see everything and EVERYONE is there for the flowers and there are a lot more pushy middle aged people. There's an exhibit on Kandinsky and the Bauhaus, on Frida Kahlo's Mexico, on post-war Europe in photograph, and they brought out thier folk art collection and some Japanese enthroning prints. They don't call them coronations there.
Endlessly Repeating Twentieth Century Modernism
Man At His Bath
The lack of a passion flower has to be deliberate.
This I believe is a Peruvian weave made during the Spanish Empire.
The angle is important. The calla lilies are his ears.
Diver
I love this one.
I also love how Livejournal now tells you that should you link to this image, it will most likely disappear by the next full moon.
This is based on a Cambodian lintel.
Some of them I don't get. Most of them represent furniture. A man told me that the red flowers are the volcanic eruption and the lava and the lily represents Nydia running away because it's a very aromatic conclusion. He came to that conclusion on his own and then overheard the tour guide prove him right.
This one was way too hard to find. Sometimes nobody can be fucked to take a picture of things. It’s PROBABLY on Facebook and I’d say something about Facebook’s search feature eating shit and being shit but that’s not true as Facebook’s search feature is as nonexistent as Pizzagate.
I left feeling very happy I ate at Qdoba instead because there was no fucking way I was getting anything to eat at the museum.
There was a man playing the Blue Danube the electric accordion. He was bald and there was a sign that said “need $ for haircut”. Later, he played That’s Amore and some other things. A man of Lithuanian descent brought up polkas and how he’d sometimes walk up and sing and when he walks away, they tell him not to leave.
Red, which is not her real name but is the name she goes by, has blue hair and not red hair and has an owl ring and a shield-shaped ring and a pendant with Belias’ sigil because she was born on March 26, the day when Shel Silverstein fanatics presumably toss their Christmas trees. She met Désirée when they were twelve. She doesn’t remember how. That time of her life is a blur. I described my elementary school years as a heap of fragments and images and sounds. I remember friends. I remember putting in the Star Wars VHS and not watching it because it said Episode IV: A New Hope and thinking I was watching the wrong movie. I remember the layout of my elementary school but it’s not at all a complicated one. Okay, I remember the basics of it but not how and where the gym, the cafeteria-auditorium, and the library were relative to each other. I remember spring, a real spring, but then again, so does Emily and she was born in 1999. A news article called this the April with the most rainy days ever but also the 5th warmest April ever.
She has a dog that is part chihuahua and part something else that looks like you shrunk down a German shepherd to pint size.
She was expecting busing.
Caileigh also knows about the wildlife center. Joey does not. They asked me to draw them. Caileigh has a tattoo of a heartbeat wave on her wrist.
burning question: Who would want to live in a place that's an abbreviation for elbow?
I went to Members Night to see Art In Bloom and upon arrival wished that I hadn’t. Thing is, you have three hours to see everything and EVERYONE is there for the flowers and there are a lot more pushy middle aged people. There's an exhibit on Kandinsky and the Bauhaus, on Frida Kahlo's Mexico, on post-war Europe in photograph, and they brought out thier folk art collection and some Japanese enthroning prints. They don't call them coronations there.
Endlessly Repeating Twentieth Century Modernism
Man At His Bath
The lack of a passion flower has to be deliberate.
This I believe is a Peruvian weave made during the Spanish Empire.
The angle is important. The calla lilies are his ears.
Diver
I love this one.
I also love how Livejournal now tells you that should you link to this image, it will most likely disappear by the next full moon.
This is based on a Cambodian lintel.
Some of them I don't get. Most of them represent furniture. A man told me that the red flowers are the volcanic eruption and the lava and the lily represents Nydia running away because it's a very aromatic conclusion. He came to that conclusion on his own and then overheard the tour guide prove him right.
This one was way too hard to find. Sometimes nobody can be fucked to take a picture of things. It’s PROBABLY on Facebook and I’d say something about Facebook’s search feature eating shit and being shit but that’s not true as Facebook’s search feature is as nonexistent as Pizzagate.
I left feeling very happy I ate at Qdoba instead because there was no fucking way I was getting anything to eat at the museum.
There was a man playing the Blue Danube the electric accordion. He was bald and there was a sign that said “need $ for haircut”. Later, he played That’s Amore and some other things. A man of Lithuanian descent brought up polkas and how he’d sometimes walk up and sing and when he walks away, they tell him not to leave.
Red, which is not her real name but is the name she goes by, has blue hair and not red hair and has an owl ring and a shield-shaped ring and a pendant with Belias’ sigil because she was born on March 26, the day when Shel Silverstein fanatics presumably toss their Christmas trees. She met Désirée when they were twelve. She doesn’t remember how. That time of her life is a blur. I described my elementary school years as a heap of fragments and images and sounds. I remember friends. I remember putting in the Star Wars VHS and not watching it because it said Episode IV: A New Hope and thinking I was watching the wrong movie. I remember the layout of my elementary school but it’s not at all a complicated one. Okay, I remember the basics of it but not how and where the gym, the cafeteria-auditorium, and the library were relative to each other. I remember spring, a real spring, but then again, so does Emily and she was born in 1999. A news article called this the April with the most rainy days ever but also the 5th warmest April ever.
She has a dog that is part chihuahua and part something else that looks like you shrunk down a German shepherd to pint size.
She was expecting busing.
Caileigh also knows about the wildlife center. Joey does not. They asked me to draw them. Caileigh has a tattoo of a heartbeat wave on her wrist.
burning question: Who would want to live in a place that's an abbreviation for elbow?
