Word Salad

Today I learned how to turn a full length mirror into a full length table, that being a successful photographer relies heavily on confidence, and that Salt 'N Peppa are beautiful ladies.

On my way there I wrote:

07:09 am
Greetings from Planet Irina. Snow is to the ankles, and if you find yourself flaky and/or white just click your heels three times so your feet don't get wet and slap your arms against your body like a penguin so your wool coat doesn't smell like one.
I woke up at 5:10 am and wished I didn't have to come out of the warm womb that is my blankets...

This is where I get bored of copying the handwritten half-awake-on-train-ride-with-contractors-all-the-way-from-Bensonhurst-word-salad about dreams of green slugs and lizards and unidentified creatures which remind me of Korosten and my wonders of the day ahead assisting a photographer I scouted on the train the other night. It went well, by the way. I got to see Salt 'N Peppa on a white seamless back drop and was able to painlessly put together and take apart a soft-box...twice.

I was thinking of this project we're doing, this anything-we-want-as-long-as-it-makes-sense aka thesis and my question to myself was: "what was the first thing I wanted to do?" and "what embodies, is the essence and the whole of my idea? "What defines, explores, and can visually represent the Collective Unconscious?" and "What's up with my sleep habits?" Two words came to mind: surrealism and collage. Collage is collective, the joining of ideas to create one large Gestalt idea, and surrealism is a scene that the collage can create. If I have nightmares of parasite green slugs at night, how can I dream awake of kittens, puppies, sunshine, and happy thoughts? How can I communicate my persistent visions and the why rather than the why not? And the answer was objective questioning, without expecting answers, and free association, and sharing, and visually a female body with a television for a head lounging on a polar bear who is walking on clouds made of light. My politics is that I'm anti politics. There is no right or wrong. There is no right and wrong, just a perception of an illusion and organic life which is merely slow moving energy. Why ask why when you can ask why ask why?


Today I was a good cook. For breakfast I made three magnificent eggs sunny side up + heat fried buckwheat with shredded chicken cutlets and then when I got home I made sushi, hand rolled right at the table, just bite in and enjoy. I cooked brown rice with olive oil and salt to perfect tender nuttyness and filled my seaweed with rice, chunk light tuna (little mayo), cucumbers, avocado, and fresh scallions. It was so amazing that I ate way too much of it, and I recommend that you simmer your rice with olive oil in the water. The results are buttery goodness in a grain.