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i’m getting into the soft drugs i guess.
i made myself a motivational wallpaper today. i will be better.
by bobo kay
flash backs to "circulations in the realms of the post-modern cinematic image" and my professor loved deleuze and guattari @_@
just fell in love with Catherine Bresner. i hope you guys do too.
smileyfacethrowup original choreography.
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Left: 10,000 B.C.–5000 B.C. arrowhead / Right: mouse cursor
~~20 Windows~~
new poem//vid
Miyajima Deer The deer are a symbol of Miyajima and you can see them elegantly wandering the island everywhere. The deer are sacred and believed to be a messenger of the gods in Shinto. They are treated very well by the locals and aren’t afraid of people.
Keanu Reeves and Agnès Varda. By Patrick Swirc.
she is a dream
Blogging class + autism movie = ?????
Autism is not abnormality of the brain, it is abnormality of experience.
I was in a blogging/social media class watching a documentary about 2 autistic men going to travel the world. I wasn’t sure why we were watching this movie in this class, but our teacher put it on, and I decided to just go along with it all because, hey, watching a movie in class is a breeze, you can just sit back and take it in (or let it wash over you).
Wretches & Jabberers started, and I was watching these 2 men Larry and Tracey go through their daily life. Sitting there behind the tv screen I felt safe to stare and watch these guys in a way that would be obviously rude to do IRL.
And I started to think about this, I started to think about how many times in my life I tried not to be rude, but in doing so I muted the voices of people I assumed to have some sort of crippled brain.
I was an asshole.
Like many people I never had a formal description of autism laid out for me, and like many people raised on the polite middle class manners, I never really wanted to probe into the topic with those classmates who were just ~~a little too different from me~~. I collected some idea about what autism was from the obscenely limited interactions I had with autistic people I passed on the streets and in the halls.
So while I watched these 2 men go around the world advocating for autism I was shocked. Throughout the movie they met with other people around the world in small groups and at big conferences to help explain how they saw the world and how they wanted to change it. They used keyboards and were able to articulate what they wanted to say. While they typed out their messages slowly, they were able to communicate such strangely clear verses of poetic wisdom.
I know that last description sounds a little too flowery but its true.
So here are some of my favorite quotes/poems:
On the rough lonely days in like: "Felt so alone like a lost and lonely crow in town"
Some traditional durm beats were described as sounding like they were “softly wrapped in silk dynamite”
When having an existential crisis remember that “mankind expresses itself in variety”
and that
“Each leaf has a value and mission to itself...we are launched out the door. I am wondering what the world looks like”
If you are enjoying a great time with friends you are “Feasting on [your] friends' company”
And if you are working on a paper or an esasy that you just can’t seem to get a hold of then you know how
“it's hard to figure the pattern I need to use to write out my thoughts”
<3 nudes.
THE SICK LOVE CHILD that is SMILEY-FACE THROWUP
Smileyfacethrowup.tumblr is maybe the sick [love?] child of an honors blogging class and a lonely girl wandering the internet.
That is to say, it’s been hard for this blog to grow up.
Like right now, I’m here on my computer in my leopard pants surfing the same small wave of anxiety that I surf every week when I post my response to our class prompts.
It’s a delicate balance of “how do I write something that will inform and answer the topics we are discussing in class” /// “how do I write it in a way that doesn’t make me want to suffocate myself in a plastic bag from thrifty shopper.”
And I won’t lie, sometimes I have those days where the plastic bag doesn’t look too bad….and those are the days I end up not posting anything at all and blowing off an assignment because I just can’t find the right angle to approach the topic.
It’s stupid because what it’s really saying about myself is that I’m so shallow and self absorbed that I don’t want to crimp my cool “art skool lassie-faire internet girl vibe” that I probably don’t even actually have in the least to even begin with. Womp. Sadface.org/srry.
You might be reading this feeling like I’m just another pathetic net-girl struggling to find her own voice and identity in these crazy post modern times.... Wow.
BING.O. You got it. My goal when I started this blog and was to show all these honor’s kids that you can be an anxious self-absorbed net girl and still have smart things to say, even if you are using dumb language and pop examples. Too often I think that academia can write off these voices just because they don’t adhere to the same format and formality that is expected from “intellectuals.”
I used to be a pretensions smooth talking over achiever who could name drop and navigate big issues and deep topics with the same grace of a ballet dancer. Hell, I even danced ballet back in those days. But I don’t think many people wanted to talk WITH me then…
So now I’m (maybe) growing up and coming down from my high horse a little bit. Now I’m way more interested in the honesty and vulnerability that anyone can share across this planet I like to call the World Wide Web. I want to talk about my life which is a mess of mistakes I’ve made in hopes of gaining a good story at the end of it. I want to talk about my morals, which are not traditional but also maybe founded in some self-acclaimed “logic” that I’ve tried to describe. I want to be called out on my maybe performative presence in class or online. But maybe I haven’t been bold enough yet…
Really idk if I’ve been successful with my goals for my blog in regards to my Digital Commons Class, but I’ve learned a lot and I now have a much more clear direction of where I want to go with my internet presence from here.
When this blogging class wraps up in December here are some of the changes you can expect to see from SFTU.
1. Poetic shifts.
While my blogging class focuses on sharing information in essay type blog posts I am more intrigued with communicating through .gifs, macros, and screenshot poems. Reporting on topics, events, and speakers has been useful for me to expirence that side of writing and blogging but I think that poems can report on these things in a less didactic and more provoking and seductive way.
Especially since I am running this blog off of tumblr, I want to take advantage of the visual culture available on this platform to reach a wider and more immediate audience.
2. Less re-blogs.
SFTU is currently a collage of self made and reblogged images and texts but the future of the site will curate a might tighter collection of my own work since I want to make this more of a platform for me to share my personal voice. Looking at my blog last night I felt like it needed a clearer divide between what I AM and WHAT I AM INTERESTED IN.
Be prepared for the majority of my reblogs to be smiley-face imagery.
3. Introduction of more video pieces
My roommate and I are currently discussing a number of video and poetry projects that we are hoping to execute in the spring semester. If you don’t unsubscribe, you will be able to watch them and read about the making of on SFTU.
HOPE TO SEE YOU ALL AFTER THE DEC. Re-VAMP!
i wake up, one half of a ham sandwich.
sometimes i think this means park of me is missing
other times i think that i am a part of a lunch special
and that i will be devoured by you alongside a soup or salad
in the moments where i sit next to that soup or salad--
i think that me and the soup belong together.
but you eat the soup first
and tear off a corner of my crust
to soak up the last drops from the cup.
the moments my crust shares with those drops of soup
are the moments i will never forget
but in the moments where i am the only thing left on your plate
i think about the other soul mates i might have had
i wonder where is my other half?
is she still here or was she ordered to go?
in the moments before i reach
your lips
your afternoon teeth
your mouth cave
i know part of me will always be missing.