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you_iggy @ 2008-07-02T23:57:00

2008-07-03T06:58:23Z

http://www.sundancechannel.com/greenporno
just watch it

you_iggy @ 2008-04-23T21:30:00

2008-04-24T04:40:58Z

YES. Nap pods have finally been invented!
http://moma.org/exhibitions/2008/elasticmind/#/173

and ap lang

I think the second guy looks like George Washington

and math

If you're noticing a motif, that is because my doodles go through phases. During the campaign it was salt shakers. If I hadn't been so bitter about losing I might taken a picture of my hoochie salt shakers dancing under a disco ball. I was really proud of the detail. This particular phase is an offshoot of my eskimos, I'm not really sure what to call these guys yet.

I would write more about my life and all that but i don't know. Things kind of suck right now. I'm transitioning. More when metamorphosis is complete. (I'm hoping to turn into something like OR
)

Comment if you have any suggestions.
And tell me how the hell you are everybody. At some point I fell off even from the fringe, and I want back in. Alright, now time to walk Billy, and probably run into someone who I think is a kidnapping knife wielding sketchball but who turns out to be Matt Dolan (it's happened before)

you_iggy @ 2008-04-02T01:09:00

2008-04-02T05:35:54Z

http://www.kanyeuniversecity.com/#/video/

Ok, so Kanye West's video for Flashing Lights is really fucking great. Maybe just because I watched it on my dad's big screen in the pitch black basement at 2 am the other morning, when my brain was all fried from the schitzophrenic cuts of jiggling booties and emo bands wailing and whiny white girls playing piano. But it seems really genius.
I'm not even sure why it's genius, but after it played I turned the tv off and slept for like 11 hours. I dreamt I was a sociopath in a movie and I had this plan to kill two guys who were doing my dental surgery (which was inexplicably held in the parking lot in front of a hardware store). Then I held up the parking lot, but we bonded so I decided I wouldn't kill them. I took off on the bus, content with everything, and talked to a Mexican guy who proceeded to take me to his chicken coop. Then he killed a chicken, and I realized humanity was fucked up after all, so I went back and killed the two guys after they did some surgery on me. Then I guess killing them somehow enabled me to get the code to a topsecret area, so I removed the code from a slice in my eyeball and the door opened. Inside there was a motorcycle which I rode off on.

That's probably one of those warning signs of a future serial killer isn't it?

p.s. here is a picture of mars I found on the national geographic website.

you_iggy @ 2008-02-25T23:04:00

2008-02-26T07:28:12Z

some videos to appreciate:

russian hedgehogs made animate with mystifying russian techniques

boards of canada video, free fall from space

and deep sea aliens: pt 1

pt 2

note: viewing experience of the latter two heightened when watched in the dark without sound (these nature shows don't seem to get that nature has a majestic enough soundtrack on it's own.) I also recommend the "Deep Blue Pt 3" video that pops up on the bottom of pt 2.

you_iggy @ 2007-12-27T01:04:00

2007-12-27T06:06:13Z

happy holidays!
(for some reason this picture makes me feel warm and cozy)

you_iggy @ 2007-11-09T00:05:00

2007-11-09T08:10:02Z

Priscilla and I were talking about our creative juices, and how we would judge their current and past rates on a scale of flowing, oozing, or dribbling- (for those who have experienced the phenomenom that is our friendship the conversation was actually pretty typical). And my creative juices have been drip dropping at physics-defyingly slow intervals and it is probably one of the most discouraging causes for my (now chronic) despondancy.
And college-goers, here's a pang of nostalgia if you didn't already know (which why would you know?): the homecoming picnic is tomorrow. I'll be the one manning the Amigo's booth nachos because the Underground Book Exchange never got off the ground (in part because a book club already exists, in part because i never liked the idea that much and no matter how i spin it the club still sounds elitist, and in part because i am too lazy to make it into anything interesting)

Anddd what else

Veronica won Homecoming Princess, which is amazing but I can't help but find it sort of funny at the same time because the high distinguishment does not keep her from being dragged into the hermit lunchtime corner of me and Priscilla and AK, with Chelsea Rinden, Kristine Sosa and Jin Min making their appearences

Priscilla claims I have a cult of Tiger-reading followers, which is also funny because all my articles blowwww and are pretty much me busting out bullshit during the class period, imitating what i think a newspaper article sounds like with all the pep and shallow wit.
Oh by the way what does anyone have anything to contribute about the Undergound West Coast Hip-Hop scene?

I tried uploading some Israeli stuff by the way, but it won't compress the characters or something. I never did finish that post. I never really elaborated on how confused I was the entire time about what I was doing there, and what a fake and a spy I really was during the whole experience (an aspect that brought its share of interesting and bizarre moments) and how the Israeli mardrachiim (counselors) were some of the most amazing people I have and will probably ever meet.

Short descriptions, for necessities sake: (because i have been imbibing lots of new AP information and the trip memories are going to seep out of me soon enough, and it cost too much for me to let it seep)

Luba:
native Russian and bubby, not very good English speaker but expert at dancing and advising (sometimes at the same time) I borrowed her high rank military shirt when i was playing a zealot for this activity, when we went into the old city I unknowingly enraged and confused many legitemate soldiers

Yoel

There is not enough to be said about Yoel, so I will let him speak himself by copying an email he sent as a week after. (Just imagine it being written by the voice of Borat with valley girl excitement)
"Subject: Shopping With Yoel
Hi guys,
I don't know if you know this but I don't exactly like shopping.
But the day comes when even I have got to get off the couch and go to the supermarket.
Some of you girls must be saying to themselves that going to the supermarket isn't really considered shopping, well I have news for you, the supermarkets today are not as they used to be – they are big and they include everything (including clothes, toys and bubble gum).
I have had the same good old toothbrush for a while now, and it became a little fuzzy and lost it's color. I know that it isn't nice to throw out things or people just because they are old, but in this case i simply had to listen to my dentist.
So I stood in front of the toothbrush shelf in the supermarket, shelf... well i it was more like a toothbrush ally, which maid me quite confused.
There were at least 5 different companies with something like forty different kinds. There were flexible ones soft ones and hard ones, at first I picked up one which was called Total so I thought what could be better than that?
But then there was another called Advantage, a dilemma arose in my head, furthermore I started reading what was written on the packages and apparently it is just as complicated as rocket science.
There is one which is called 360 degrees I wonder how you would use that?
In the end I simply took the cheapest one, not because of its price, but because it had nice colors (I love rainbows).

And now as if that all wasn't enough I need to find a backpack witch can carry a laptop since my previous backpack which I had since 8th grade is kind of turn apart.

So if you have any good shopping advice you know how to contact me.

Yoel"

Orni!

so beautiful! She is only 20, grew up in France, just moved to India, drove a tank in the army. We shared love of Miles Davis and Billie Holiday. One day she brought a musician friend over to her room with an Oobie(?) instrument and made me and my friend herbal tea with leaves from the Kibbutz

embarrassed hilarity characteristic of our interactions with the madrichiim

this is the uncomfortabley nude birthday wakeup of Tom

tom and orni always played tom's recorder to the misery of the kids. i took part in one of two recorder kidnapping conspiracies

Tom was aloof, wore that hat all the time, somehow stretched the reading of Slaughterhouse Five over six weeks and played Leonard Cohen in the bus. Seemed content with leadership even when he had no idea what was going on. I often laughed just looking at him. Reminded me of myself. Now traveling around Spain for whatever reason

And then other freaks and geeks and fun and insanity

our very rotund, red faced, and conspicuously neckless "principal" Baruch not around much, but when he was told empassioned, long breathed speeches during which most slept until awakened by mention of a biblical prostitutes or stories of his reckless youth holding up embassies. ashamed and appalled of lack of fervor in jewish youth.

Yoel's roof

Harry Potter distribution (Michael Tackeff on right arranged a mass preorder delivery)

aaron-jewish dayschool attendee and future rabbi. this was his hebrew speaking face. generally regarded as a douchebag when he wasn't bitching out the bitches

when receiving superlative plates Aaron got "most likely to convert to Christianity" and was so offended he went outside and BURNED THE PLATE

Kibbutz hamster wheel

Heather...oh Heather. The Israeli baseball game we attended by the way was the first major league IBL(Israeli Baseball League) game. Pitifully small with folding chairs and about 45 attendees including the burger stand and 30 american students. The players were recruited from areas of Florida. Mira and Aaron got up midway to request singing Take me Out to the Ballgame" and succeeded

death metal jew (favorite band: dying fetus)-had to be hospitilized from severe dehydration after drinking an average of 5 liters of coke every day

The tel at the top of the hill

rooms

adorable dog at old monastery which mauled me

Israeli hip hop show for "HadagNahash" meaning bird fish- there was free watermelon

Kibbutz theme park!

daveed alun- short and turtle like-especially funny when seen kiyaking around tree-branch systems

the desert

the cheese

Itamar the Israeli boy brought us noodles. Outed himself to my friend Leah by relating how he didn't just "like" Dumbeldore. He reallly liked Dumbeldore, followed by a "shhh don't tell." Confession has taken on new implications in light of the new Dumbeldore discovery

Israelis dancing in the bomb shelter club (which has super cool alien and blues brothers wall painting not to mention the pimp chair seen above and a dj booth)Left Israeli named "Chen" (pronounced Hen) only seemed to know the English phrase "I'm cute!" and had biting habits. Right Danielle was like 14 and skeezed on one of the 17 year old girls. As and more ridiculous than this picture portrays.

glorious comingling of the animal kingdom by the jordan river: ducks, chickens, and peacocks swarmed our camp site in the north. We had to brush away the ducks from our sleeping bags and food.

me

and then you know...

(just kidding, i found this online)

Edit: Looking over this entry I could add to each part about a billion times over

you_iggy @ 2007-10-04T21:30:00

2007-10-05T05:45:38Z

Ok. There is a dead rat in the ceiling and its stinking up the house. Me and my mom are departing to our respective cross-country destinationd tomorrow, so the rat will continue to stink up the house as it decomposes in the insulation. That is probably not anything anyone wants to know about, but for whatever reason it seems like as logical a place as to start as any. These things are always happening in the house. When it's not rats it's mysterious carpet stains, or detergent spills, or giant stacks of papers covered up with decorative blankets. Israel didn't exactly Jew up my organization skills. In fact, as far as I can tell, most aspects of my life and personality are exactly the same as before I left.
It has now been months since Israel and i'm still trying to figure out how exactly i'm any different. I should be well-versed on this too after all the thoughtful discussions initiated by the staff the last week, drilling us again and again to reach our peak epiphanies so that even if the trip had been a bust the pressure to think of some way that you had "changed" and some thing you had "learned and grown from" would have everyone convinced that something crucial occured anyway. Which in the end is maybe the same difference. Memory is easily manipulated.

so, after some thought, here it is-

1. I am a bad Jew

Israel is a big thing. I didn't know that when I went because I haven't regularly attended a temple since fourth grade, and apparently in all these youth temple groups and Jew summer camps they are telling everyone they need to make "aaliyah" to the "Jewish homeland" (this entry is going to require a lot of quotation marks.) I just wanted a cool political summer abroad, and these kids wanted to explore their Judaism in the place of its creation. And the reform movement! It is the most insane thing! These avid temple-going kids don't even know anything about Judaism, all they have is an extensive lexicon of songs and prayers, but they only know them in Hebrew. And the kids don't know any Hebrew besides the letters, so they are in effect reciting what is to them complete gibberish, just from memorization. This situation resulted bizarre cult-like singalongs where the American kids led playing Hebrew songs while actual Hebrew-speaking Israelis sat in the audience, mystified at how the Americans could sing and recite these things, but at the same time be entirely unable to sustain a converation beyond "Shalom" and "Maneesh-ma?" (What's up)
So there was that. And my total lack of participation in the reform community of the years I'm sure showed at first. But as the weeks went on I became better and better at mumbling along, and embarrassing incidents involving not knowing what to do with candles or when exactly to drink the wine greatly decreased in frequency.

2. I can try and dress normal, not bring up differences in cultural tastes, and start new around people with no pre-concieved notions about my past or status-but I am still horribly a awkward person

and four weeks through during a "first impression" chat, apparently it showed from my first oddly-positioned indian style sitting. Eventually I did get comfortable, and subsequently obtained reputation for playing and singing music like an old black man. The ultimate testament to my awkwardness defying country borders:

We had to pick a community service project. It was either community gardening or singing with the elderly. When we got to the nursing home it was, as you might expect, a collection of crazed dying elders. One particulary crazed man in a kippah was groaning (or singing?) the same note over and over in agony, and with a nice vibrato. We all wheeled our own old person and took them to a nauseatingly condescending song session in the park. My woman was of unknown name, ethnicty, and language to me, because she was completley mute and unreactive. My main job was swatting flies off of her hand. When the event organizer went around and identified the elderly to us, and among distinctions like "Electric Company President" and "Turkish Professor" the only comment on my old woman was "she is over 100 years old!"

And now for a gallery of other awkward moments that were captured during my six weeks in Israel:

heading to breakfast in the Heder O'Chl, drying my hair outside the kibbutz door after a shower

confused and disshevled at the hadag nahash concert

uhhhh

The Knerret. Extremely rocky bottom, I toppled over a few times.

One of the two pictures I insisted on taking, the other was Kosher McDonalds. This is a Quentin Tarantino themed cafe in the German Quarter of Jerusalem (which weirdly has no German connection?) See Uma, Samuel L. and Mr. Travolta?

so, there were no mirrors in the Negev. And no one found it necessary to tell me I looked like a terrorist in underground hiding. So I built apple towers oblivious.

And then there were some losses, The Mysterious Israeli Cell Phone Dissapearence of '07, The Flip-Flop Fiasco. At one point I turned in a two page long list to the housekeeping service. Some items were regained. Most weren't.
And then there were other times when I would not hear about a post-dinner group meeting so instead stayed on my porch reading Harry Potter, or thought we had a thirty minute break instead of five so I stayed on my porch drinking Coke, listening to Israeli electronica, engaged in a staring contest with the Kibbutz cat I named pitzoots(meaning explosive) or the times when I leisurely walked around bus stops thinking we had plenty of time when the whole bus was circling the lot looking for me. I just have a distorted sense of time. But time is not constant. And I think the world needs to stop treating it like it is and punishing me for their illusions.

3. Despite my occasional awkwardness, I can still fit in
As represented (poorly) in the following:

We moved our beds out onto the porch for a few days when it was really nice out, and exchanged messages through a bottle and rope system with the room upstairs. Only downside, Pitzoots took advantage of and literally raped our belongings and mooched whenever we weren't looking.

Israeli pizza is actually pretty excellent. Far left is Tamar, a real live Israeli who lived on the Kibbutz. Cowboy hat stolen from Tom.

Camping by the Jordan River. Love and Friendship.

Apple orchard on top of Kibbutz

Dead Sea!

that hat was awful by the way.

time for some schnitzel

to be continued

you_iggy @ 2007-08-27T23:34:00

2007-08-28T04:08:04Z

you_iggy @ 2007-08-11T00:18:00

2007-08-10T23:29:27Z

I really am sorry I have been neglegting my postcard duties. Don't think I haven't tried, I have been in a crisis with the written word. Lack of initiative probably has more to do with it actually. Still abroad until Friday, but I know an Irish stamp won't be nearly as cool as an Israeli one, and my mind will be more on sheep, whiskey and simon and garfunkel records than on the judaic matters which went mostly unrecorded from my perspective. More later- l'hitraoat ve lilah tov (see you later and good night)

you_iggy @ 2007-06-18T02:43:00

2007-06-18T07:34:08Z

Friday afternoon I jolted down Via Del Rey away from South Pasadena to begin my exodus journey in a shuttle bus. I stretched my legs out on the vacant seat and monitered cheeto exchanges between ghetto hoochies and handicapped Mexicans. The bus continued on in silence, save the pulsating beat leaking from someone's ipod headphones, and I reclined uneasily enveloped in the chill of exorbitant air conditioning. It really hit me then what will change next year, and I blinked and green California rolled by through the tint of of the window, and I was overcome with the strongest sense of, I don't know, some nameless breed of futility, and like I was being torn away from something getting good. Future is this big looming X, and say its value is a-z, seniors leaving feels like the removal of f through h. I'm left with a damaged X as a future- it doesn't quite add up to what it should. Some crucial consonants are missing, and those consonants are the diverse and ridiculous characters that make up the 07 class.

That is actually a terrible way to explain it. And this is probably a lame and cowardly forum for me to explain it on in the first place.

I guess just head on what I am trying to say is, seniors- that doesn't even seem like the right pronoun- ok well, even more directly- max and jeremy:

Do you remember who I was last year? I was some floundering and insecure fashion victim that could pass under the guise of "cool" if I avoided enough direct contact. Although the elsie/emily/priscilla triumvirate was ill-fated from the start, the convenient geography of the welding table area for chilling and close proximity to natalie for elsie led me to meet and bond with your whole group. Through our exchanges last year and this year I somehow developed a gauge of judgement and was renewed in my faith in the human mind. Even if I was just standing back listening I appreciated every insight, and that even with my sparce contributions to conversational dialouges I was accepted into the circle rather than tumor-fied. And for my junior and senior year when the whole group will have vanished like it never existed at all, I think I'll always have wisps of jeremy, max, irene, miranda, teresa and other 07 ghosts trailing behind me (and most likely eliza will be literally trailing behind me)

there is more to say than that, more than i can even fully communicate, but for now, just thanks max and jeremy for respectivley being such outstanding individuals! Thanks for being witness and victim to my extreme awkwardness yet still talking to me everyday in spite of it. I will miss you all, and honestly i'm still coming to grips with your departures from sphs, even though I know you're of course going on to things and places more exciting than our dinky little authoritarian high school

As for Israel I leave Friday and don't even know how to contain myself until then. Except to write this entry I have pretty much nonstop been studying encyclopedias and atlas's and taking notes from books and websites and making hebrew flashcards and there is just so much to know! I will probably write an entry about Hamas and Fatah before I go, but rest assured, we're definitley not going into the gaza strip or west bank.

oh and annie i never got to write anything long and sentimental in your yearbook, but know that I would have, and you are one of my top priority postcard recipients

when did livejournal become my primary method of communication? Oh yeah, when I deleted my myspace, stopped going on aim, lost my cell phone, and uh, lets see, what other forms of communication have i excommunicated myself from? i'm sure any kind conceivable.

you_iggy @ 2007-06-15T11:58:00

2007-06-15T18:59:39Z

uh, so did that era really just end?

you_iggy @ 2007-06-02T17:10:00

2007-06-03T00:18:18Z

VERONICA IS VICTORIOUS

mais je continue être un échec
(i even had to babelfish "failure")

Israel draws closer and even if there are no suicide bombers i think my internal organs might explode from excitment on the plane, dooming all us jews anyway

return to the homeland part 1:

pardon the mysterious black splotch

return to the homeland part 2: ?

you_iggy @ 2007-05-26T17:46:00

2007-05-27T00:48:54Z

PANDA BEAR (aka Noah Lennox of Animal Collective)- Person Pitch

http://www.sendspace.com/file/ivqwuj

you_iggy @ 2007-05-13T19:30:00

2007-05-14T02:49:16Z

http://www.sendspace.com/file/awbzen

I can't really imagine any one except myself enjoying this album. It is really anxious and jarbled and sort of like being attacked by an electric chainsaw that is running low on power so it keeps starting and stopping and making really dynamic discordant noises. It is pretty much a failure, but in the places where it is not, it is a huge success. And that's why I'm posting it. Also so Vincent will put up the Broken Flowers soundtrack.

lowest intensity chainsaw hackage: Horses, Memphis, Surfer Girl (unless you're fond of the original Beach Boys version)

In my head my video is getting stranger and stranger, with screaming logs and digging korean war survivors out of the ground. But on my camera, all I have are some shots of leaves and my dog peeing in the neighbor's bushes. And my mom won't let me flood the garage.

hope everyone is having a good time with their moms, or i guess without too

and hey try and answer: how does the world exist outside of your perception of it? If crocodiles can see more colors and dogs can hear more sounds, is there a natural condition of the world and the universe that surpasses any one organism's comprehension of it? Or does the universe only exist as a product of our viewing it?
basically, the age old "If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?" question

and it's all impossible. I thought I was done with all of this after my third grade conversation with Claire Osada in line for softball, "so...what is outside of us?"
"if there weren't us would there be nothing?" "why is there anything instead of nothing at all?" And we looked at each other confused, and then gave up and started in on the much more tangible topic of jello-filled swimming pools. (It was a hot day)
But evidently, as long as i'm living with access to a comfy bed/hammock, a surplus of oatmeal and homework that I am not quite ready to tackle, i'm not done. And the more I look at the things, the less I understand.

you_iggy @ 2007-05-05T12:08:00

2007-05-05T19:23:38Z

i don't think any picture has ever defined any person so perfectly

the underlying sentiment of this entire year has been "i don't know"
and maybe sometimes it will seem like i know something, but that thinking that i know, even if it can and will be falsified, is probably as close to knowing as i will ever get
i guess this probably sounds ridiculously cryptic

and i have been deluding myself into thinking that even after all you seniors are gone, new and exciting characters will drift into my life. But I realized during STAR testing when the welding table was either vacant or populated by miniature-skateboarders and smug assholes, that the only people coming in are freshman. And I guess there is some new and exciting character potential there, but I have this ominous, much stronger feeling that I will be in a stalemate for the next two years until college.

you_iggy @ 2007-04-25T00:25:00

2007-04-25T07:43:50Z

I think I may have overdosed on gummy bear vitamins. It was only today I noticed the DO NOT EXCEED RECOMMENDED DOSAGE label (which is 2 gummy bears, vs the 18 or so I consumed) printed in bold and all caps on the back. I can't imagine the kind of adverse health effects having too many nutrients would really have, but I was sort of hoping it would be a cough syrup hallucinagetic kind of thing and I would have gummy bears swirling in my head for a while. All I have is a slight stomach ache.
Also I kind of ditched school again. And when I say "ditched" I don't mean anything so sneaky as running off the school campus after being dropped off or anything like that. My mom is just a pushover for the slightest symptoms, and in taking advantage of it I am probabably resolving myself to even more immoral means of ditching than forging a grounds permit. Sleep and faulty alarm clocks and low will power and fear of coming to school without homework completed are ruining me. And uh I need to get my shit together, like right now, or these slacky flakey attributes could be conditioned into me permanently. If they aren't already.

So I started writing this thing as a Tiger Opinion piece, but as I kept writing it started drifting far far away from anything I could ever imagine Tiger publishing, but I still find it a really interesting topic and will now post it and open up the floor for discussion. And please discuss if you have any thoughts on the matter at all!

Through the course of our largely language based lives, we often take the magnitude of the skill for granted. It is important to remember that language is in fact only a learned skill, not an innate human ability. While it is true that all healthy human children are born with a language faculty, a cerebral component allowing children the potential for language acquisition, they are not however instilled with the language itself, nor the means of gradually composing one. It is for this reason that throughout the world there exists such a remarkable variety of languages, but from where they respectively arose, and whether all languages stem from one base tongue, or if they came about in a biological zeitgeist of linguistic capabilities, eludes scientists still. Despite its abrupt and unknown origins in the history of the world, after which it succeeded in swiftly encompassing humanity much like a disease, language is ubiquitously applauded as the defining factor that enables humanity to exist in a state of supremacy amongst other species. Virtually un-discussed however, are the negative consequences language acquisition has reaped for not just man kind, but the world at large. After all, under the guise of progress, language was the catalyzing mechanism with which we cultivated the land for personal benefit, justified organized murder, and forever severed our biological ties with the animal world.
Although language allows human inter-communication to take place on a literally mind expanding scale, making it possible to disclose practically any thought that arises to any like-tongued individual, sometimes I wonder if it is entirely necessary to do so. In exchanging information with a fellow person, you are enlightened to whatever insight their personal point of view offers them. Any information transmitted to another is therefore only ever in itself verifiable on a vicarious level. My feeling is we were biologically designed to experience our own lives, and in language, we are deluded into expanding this experience by indirect, and sometimes false means. It is here confusion escalates, and as a result culture, and as a result ideals, and as a result inter-species conflict. From the very beginnings of language to our modern application of it, things have evolved into bizarre territories at a speed, relative to the history of the world, far greater than exponential. The world today is thrown off balance, almost single-handedly by humanity, and our societies and livelihood exist on the brink of destruction, whether by ourselves or by our earth.
Personal inflection on the morality attached to language aside, this mysterious turning point in history still fails to be explained in any absolute sense.

I also wrote tons more on the origin of language and religion's explanation of it and Nicoraguan sign language and feral children, and how language oppresses our most instinctual being and how it limits thinking only to terms available in that language, with the exception of music, and reifies concepts like good and bad that cannot be concretley defined and how neanderthal and cro magnum fit into all of it and different origin of language theories and pretty much everything I know about the subject, but accidentally deleted it, but if anyone is interested I can expand further

also feel free to call my bullshit, because knowing me I am sure there is a lot of it to call, and I am mostly just regurgitating information I picked up in like three articles I've read about this kind of thing

and here i also have an unrelated artwork made entirely from $

you_iggy @ 2007-04-07T23:08:00

2007-04-08T03:12:14Z

you_iggy @ 2007-03-20T21:15:00

2007-03-21T04:28:26Z

My mom just invited me to come to the "magic castle"

yeah, it sounds like some really sketchy euphemism, but apparently, it is a real magician epicentre! http://www.magiccastle.com/ "Home of the Academy of Magical Arts" (aka the site of my future post-high school education)

and I guess we are going to be accomponied by this infamous 90 year old magician, and basically it will be really exciting and I hope they all start a game of quidditch or something

you_iggy @ 2007-03-14T18:04:00

2007-03-15T02:16:39Z

I just took an afternoon nap and woke up with that groggy disoriented feeling and then had some notreallyasappetizingasiwanted cambells tomato soup in which i sprinkled some parmasean cheese which swirled in the broth like apocolyptic weather patterns

Life is..
I don't know, constant, alright,
sometimes the scale tilts to good or bad, but nothing ever weighs down to the ground

shit, i don't write an entry for weeks and this is all i have to say? What is happening elsewhere. I know there is some war and some famine and glaciers melting etc. but I am just clicking away on amazon.com and doodling on my math folder. But I have been thinking about sort of heavy things lately and having lots of, I guess "deep" conversations, you know the ones that don't really help you or get you anywhere. But ok, this probably sounds insanely morbid but I have been considering that maybe death should not have such a bad connotation just because it is this total mystery to everyone. Like watching volcanoes and tsunamais and meteors crashing and all sorts of destructive things can actually be sort of beautiful, and it gets me to thinking if it is really so bad, even according to religious dogmas if you have been an alright citizen then the post-death experience is decent. I mean I guess people are all living from this slightly solopsistic viewpoint and think of death either in terms of sentimentality about loss or their own potential suffering. But just that everyone seems to accept and define death as the worst possible option and end to everything seems to cause a lot of needless stress. Like in Julius Caesar and most Shakespeare tragedies really, all the characters are quick to fling themselves against a dagger when shit goes wrong and I think it was because the prominence of religion and living for afterlife and all of that led to less fear of death.

See this is why i don't write in my livejournal, i'll just go on nonsensical psuedo-philosophical rantings

so anyway! for my 17 livejournal friends, (less than half of which i'm guessing will even read this) i'll get in the music postin game and share the only music I have been really thoroughly enjoying recently, besides billie holiday, shalome comrade (soviet yiddish insanity), animal collective rarities, the boards of canada album twoism andddd in a more nostalgic way the song what would the community think

(click on the picture if you want to download, this isn't the cover but one of Ariel Pink's sketches which I like way better)
Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti- Worn Copy

This album isn't super genious or anything but it's cool and cheers me up, it gives you a plathy sort of under a bell jar feeling. That actually holds true for all the music I mentioned now that I think about it, I wonder if that is any indication of my state of mind

you_iggy @ 2007-02-14T20:32:00

2007-02-15T04:47:35Z

listen to my mash up and I will give you two dollars if you guess all the songs in it. It is not very good but the last twenty seconds I made by time streching and pitch shifting this piano clip and might just take that part and make like a twenty minute long droning ambient piece.
http://www.sendspace.com/file/mbgv2p

Oh and happy Valentine's Day too!

Hello From Cupid- Jonathan Richman
this song is really amazing and you should download it and listen to it even when it's not valentine's day
http://www.sendspace.com/file/fgkaen

and these I just downloaded because sendspace offered "upload more!" and I am easily persuaded
I like these songs a lot right now which is remarkable since I am kind of weary of music at the moment. Unless it is my banjo playing, which incidentally, while trying to create some kinda progressive bluegrassy tune I was turning the tuning peg excessivley and it sounded so cool that i kept turning and playing and then the string snapped and I got banjo whip lash.

Mozelle-Andre Williams
http://www.sendspace.com/file/kl5ff1
Andre is a funny character I found out about through my mom! He was an old Sam Cookey kind of wholesome but ridiculously good singer back in the day and then he got with Ike Turner and subsequently got on the crack and then got on the streets and then came back in the 90s releasing really scandelous albums as a sleazy pedaphilac old man with exceptional covers
http://www.amazon.com/Black-Godfather-Andre-Williams/dp/B00004RGFK/sr=8-5/qid=1171514400/ref=pd_bbs_5/002-3588665-0019259?ie=UTF8&s=music
http://www.amazon.com/Silky-Andre-Williams/dp/B0000061Z1/ref=m_art_li_3/002-3588665-0019259

and unrelated my mom just handed me a thelonius monk shirt apparently a gift to me from her mildy terrifying snaggle toothed mc boyfriend and he is creepy but I actually really like the shirt!

Search for Delicious- Panda Bear
http://www.sendspace.com/file/4k9c0k
this song! seriously...I cannot even talk about it. Just download it please. Above anything else I'm posting actually. It is really comforting and beautiful.

Untitled- Panda Bear
http://www.sendspace.com/file/t2u284
and this one too
if anyone downloads this and likes it I can post the Young Prayer album

and for Annie Stellar who is singlehandedly bringing orthodontia back-!

you_iggy @ 2007-02-04T21:02:00

2007-02-05T05:10:43Z

HEY GUYS

I just took a taxi home from the airport and found a target bag with string cheese and am wondering if I should eat it. Probably not.

So I don't know if any of you recall my kamikaze japanese bandanda headband thing, but someone stole it in ohio

yeah, GIRL MOTHERFUCKING TALK

I have a lot more to say not just about girl talk but everything, but I think the below zoomless picture is all that is really necesarry, maybe to life

you_iggy @ 2007-01-05T01:12:00

2007-01-05T09:43:47Z

I set my internal clock forward a few hours, so I'm wide awake
And there is a really nice, stormy breeze outside
I am inexplicablly optimistic

Here is my current favorite of all those old blues guys: Blind Lemon Jefferson

http://fs07n1.sendspace.com/dl/afa12934dc32926f708e4448d9941b4b/459e1de9/o5jcgp/seethatmygraveiskeptclean.mp3

Just look at that face. You can tell he's awesome. He is contributing to my good mood as well.

When I was playing banjo earlier, I did this thing I do sometimes. I just imagined Blind Lemon when he was alive and zoomed through his history and family that I made up for him and just kind of tried to see his face in my mind like I see my own. Then I just get myself in this mindset and start moving and thinking like I'm someone else. And my picking actually started getting better. A few years ago I was really good at it, I honestly felt like I could completley understand how different people saw things. Now it's more like I'm tricking myself, but it used to seem like my thought process would really change to the person's I was trying to personify. Shit goddamnnn

HAPPY HANNUKAH

2006-12-16T03:43:46Z

This week has been ridiculous!
And I should probably be super stressed out and crying from all the school work I have to make up since I lost my bag and no longer have a cell phone or camera but I took a walk and listened to handsome boy modeling school and was dancin in the streets with my magic nikes and then listened to Bach on my hammock even though I never listen to classical music it just felt right and then had a hannukah dinner with the candles in a cup sticking out of foil because we couldn't find a menorah and I initiated intense conversation about religion and we had matzah balls and then my dream came true

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and it sounds SO good
and I am ecstatic

you_iggy @ 2006-11-27T17:35:00

2006-11-28T01:35:24Z

what is a good antonym for grounded
because that is what i am right now

This morning I skipped school because my mom is in san fransico (probably participating in some super sketch crystal sharing metaphysics convention) and I was unprepared for a math test. Also I was feeling some of the lingering effects of the cold I had over the vacation and jetlagged and just generally discombobulated. My right ear is still a little deaf from the popping on the flight. Speaking of ears, did you know they omit sound? I just found that out. Like if it is really quiet you can hear a little hum coming from someone else's ear and it is the sound of the working nervous system or something.

anddd i am really really frustrated because my video camera battery which has taken weeks to ship just came and my camera turned on for like two seconds after I put it in, BUT IS NOW DEAD AGAIN
And part of my rationalizing skipping school was that I could work on editing some stuff I had on an old tape from japan and ireland or maybe hide out behind some bushes and shoot the elderly asian walking circuit for some kind of high action expose on suburban asian life. but predictably my technology malfunctioned on me again and so there was another completley useless day in the life of Emily.

My thanksgiving would have been better if my sinuses had cleared the fuck up and allowed me to taste the deliciousness, or at least breath. But my dad, the stepfam and I did go bowling where I landed two strikes in a row with my signature "swing back and then just kind of drop the ball" bowling style. I'm always suceeding in things right when I stop caring at all.

you_iggy @ 2006-11-05T19:06:00

2006-11-06T03:06:45Z

What I really want to do is go live in a cabin billions of miles away from any other people and coexist only with piles of muscial instruments and the birds and squirrels that happened to creep in. Then I could sing and dance all day long unembarrassed and undisturbed. I might not be helping anyone, but I wouldn't be hurting anyone either.

edit::::

I was just thinking that maybe the reason people with more privledged lifestyles are so emotionally unstable, and why (although I could be wrong about this) depression rates seem to get higher with our generation the easier and more comfortable our lives get, is that without having to protect ourselves from any real physical risk, our body creates problems for us. Our species has been built to fight for survival and maybe since just basic survival is not an issue for so many people, our bodies freak out. Either that or the boredom that comes with American sloth can make people depressed, I know this firsthand.

This could quite possibly be one of those instances were I think I have made a great theory, but later see the unoriginality and/or the holes of my relevation.