Glamorama, Beats, New Shiz

Relocating to vivrant-thing.tumblr.com.

Same name, new game.

(I can use Logic now!!)

Change of Story

"Wanna get like this? Start training!"

Changed my thesis. Now it's a study of Soviet poster art. FUCK YES.

Take it all off!

Nuni and I finally finished Hunid!! Peep it on Myspace, the link to which is on the left. I just need to fix the volume and danken the beat, and we've got a romaaaaaance!

Making It Happen

So I won't hire anyone as it turns out I'm going to probably get my summer job back, except this time I'll be

working from home.

It's the 90s and ABOUT DAMN TIME.

I'm hyped to make luchini again.

I've finally sorted my thesis--a book of poems in Russian.

And my environmental rhetoric research projects--the usefulness of and assumptions apparent in conservation programs for inner-city and low-income youth. My client is going to be the Pittsburgh Urban Forest. I'm going to interview leadership at SCA and Grow Pittsburgh to gather a scope of how these programs are conceived, by whom, and with what mission. In order to gain a general knowledge of conservation in Western Pennsylvania, to see where conservation efforts are directed in the region, and to subsequently determine what the greater conservation issues are in this area, I will seek information from the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy. 

I wrote like that because that's my homework for tomorrow. Being excited about my work makes life far more meaningful. From here motivation is born.

Pass The Torchie

What just occured to me:

When Ryan interviewed me and hired me 2 summers ago, he chose someone least like himself. He chose someone who could do well what he could not do as well. Then he taught me the rest and left.

Now I find myself on the last day of my job with the same responsibility. I've written the Craigslist ad and the how-to guide for my job, which I created.

Then I have to interview people and hire someone--me! Hiring. I'm 7 years old.

The other day Kim's niece came in and I got that weird aged feeling. I was giving her advice, taking her advice, and getting hyped at how well she's going to do at college.

The transfer of wisdom, proof of experience. Such a weird feeling. So important and huge a feeling.

Drank absinthe at a bar called Absinthe

watched this &cried:

Jeremy Scott. Are You Blind?

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