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what is best in life?

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You know it’s going to be a good day when, after realizing your coffee has run out the guy makes you an Americano which is mostly espresso. *DING*I’MAWAKEYESYESHELLO. Hi.

So I’ve spent the week in the company of Magpie, David, Libby, Molly, Nathan, Kristen, and Cristobat. We’ve been hanging stuff for Anachrotechnofetishism. Perching on ladders, hitting things with hammers, dropping staple guns (sorry guys), posting flyers (“that is the longest damn word I’ve ever seen”), calling people, sending e-mails, herding cats, eating amazing food, having lots of conversations, spray painting Buddy the Torso in back alleyways of questionable repute. It’s been great to be surrounded by such competent and passionate people, and I’m glad to be able to help them out (I’m a helper!). But by last night, we were fried. David and Libby had been shouting “CONAN! WHAT IS BEST IN LIFE?” at random moments throughout the week. But, given my general lack of pop culture knowledge, I didn’t really get it.

After we had finished up at the gallery, we meandered up Pike, plastered flyers in our wake. We picked up the fixin’s for David-made corn dogs (from scratch. zomg. And jalapeno relish). We picked up juice. A very lovely bottle of tequila. And Conan. Both of them.


he’s oiled up and ready to go, ladies and gents. he’s also a governor!

I still do not have a firm grasp of the plot. In fact, I’m not sure there is one. But there were lots of mostly naked chicks (“so wait, he covers her up and then rapes her?! That makes no sense!”), swords, and snakes. I’m still not sure wtf is up with the snakes.
It was not the booze that kept distracting me from the plot, as many might assume. No, it was the semi-constant feminist discussion that Magpie and David were having (“Conan ’bout to get some! Would you two watch for a minute?” “…so I think feminism on the East Coast is different than out here because..” “GUYS! REALLY!”). Also the pauses for smoke breaks (which I did not partake in), hair fixing, and musical interludes. And Venn Diagrams and Scattergrams, of course. I mean really.

I suppose the end point is that life is rad and you all should come to the art show tonight. There will be chocolate and tea and pretty people and music and I hear there’s even neat-o art. So yes. Kbye. (coffee.)

ice and light

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There’s a place called the Ice Hotel and it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Maybe someday I can stay there.

They have artists manipulate snow, ice, light, and some other materials to create living and dining space. This is one of my favorites:

You sleep on furs and drink expensive vodka, surrounded by blues and whites. You can hike by the Thorne River and watch the Northern Lights.

I’ve been helping set up Anachrotechnofetishism, spending time with visiting friends, playing in the park, running more Parkour, prepping for the LSATs, and drinking lots of tea. The Transhumanist discussions continue to go well, and I study with Seamus on Saturday mornings. I could get used to this life.

random blatherings

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Every time I see Corey in a club he loses a bit more lore power.

Visiting clubs across the country on my road trip made it very apparent what sort of archetypes there are (especially? even?) in the subculture I participate in. I saw a lot of my friends a few times over, and I even spotted myself in a few. Communities request that certain roles be filled and often people are happy to oblige. Even the guy that doesn’t want to give in to the fashion and is just there for the music is an archetype. And Corey is definitely an archetype as well. Which means I see him on the occasions I go to the club. It’s the same scrawny white boy with black or white hair with a long loose hawk or angry chicken, goggles, stompy boots with the pants tucked in, dancing the Rivet dance.

And every time I see someone like this, I try to talk to them. Because it’s better to interact with the things you give power than to avoid them. Then the power you give it is also yours, it’s the difference between a tool and a trap, to paraphrase Mr Gaiman. And I say lore power because the people you’re truly close to weave their world views and beliefs in with yours like a fabric, and you can’t always tell what was there before and what wasn’t. I forget sometimes how much he impacted me, in all sorts of ways that built me up and tore me down.

I’ve been spending a fair amount of time on my own, working on things that are important to me. I’m trying to figure out the difference between being alone and being lonely. I’ve been practicing Parkour on my own which is really a comment on my vanity and perfectionism. Running at the gym with headphones in. Reading for hours on end in my apartment. I’m covered in bruises from landing against walls and rolling off embankments. My heels, toes, and hands are spotted with blisters and callouses. I’m learning to spend more time with fewer people, which honestly makes me feel boring at times. I’m so good at making friends I forget how to make friendships deeper. I’ve been thinking about how I interact with people, the way I help decide the flow of conversation, etc.
I’ve finally figured out how to challenge my passion by my own desires. But a lot of the time my own potential scares me.

I’ve also been dealing with a lot of insomnia. I think I’ve managed about three hours a night over the past week. So that’s a funky head space. Actually I feel surprisingly good compared to past bouts. So if you find yourself in the Seattle area and awake at 3a, we can play with toys or read comic books or something. I make a mean pot of tea, too.

you just tell me if anyone messes with you.

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My knees and upper arms are speckled with bruises: the sign of an abusive lover or a loving brother.

Here is what vacation with my family is like: mid-breakfast at B&O, Mom states that she would like 7 Element Soup at some point, which means we should probably go to The Wild Ginger for lunch. Dinner reservations have already been made. I actually got slightly nauseous at the sight of food when out at IHOP with friends at 1a.
Between meals, we sit around and tell stories. I try to explain tech, Seamus and Dad geek about etymology. Mom, Jessie, and Anita shop for clothes, try on jewelry, look at shoes.

Came out to my parents as queer, which went over much better than expected. Explaining that I still like boys was interesting. Later that same day mom glimpsed the tattoo, which I actually dreaded more (as getting a tattoo is a choice as opposed to sexuality (even though sexuality can be a choice as well, genetics definitely have a big say) and one that they were adamantly against until I was done with college). But after explaining what it meant, and how hex works, and why I got them mom said it was actually “pretty cool.”
Later that same night we went to the Can Can to see Maybe Manic? which has a bunch of different styles of dancing and such (and an extremely tastey male-due fan-dance. Good lord). Some bits were burlesque. Which would be kind of awkward watching it with your parents anyway, but especially after having come out that day? Good lord. Then my mom leaned over after the lovely Fuchsia Foxxx had shaken her lovely lady bumps (check it out) in our direction and said “so that’s what you go for?” and laughed quite a lot.

I register for the LSATS and prep classes this week. Guess it’s time to figure out what the hell I’m doing. I’m not going to hyperventilate. Really. It’s odd to do things for me instead of for other people.

Also probably start looking for a roommate sometime soon, for a new apartment, etc. I love where I live, and living on my own has been amazing, but I need to cut living costs down if I’m going to afford school.

Where are the limbs out on which we once walked?

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Text here.

From a link dear Matt posted the other day. I really like this guy, and what he has to say. Enough that the subject line will be my next tattoo (along with another choice I’ve made).

I like seeing people being fiery about their passions. Otherwise, what’s the point in doing anything? A habit is an action without the point, and I don’t have time to waste.

The family is visiting this weekend. I feel my sharpest when we’re mocking each other viciously, loving unconditionally, laughing at the absurdity of our darkest moments. I learn so much from them, am supported by them, but also inspired to bring new things to the table.
Sometimes I think it would be easier to believe in .one. higher power because then I’d have somewhere to focus all the gratitude, love, and joy that I feel sometimes. Instead I have to feel it towards the whole world. And it’s pretty big. You can’t even see all of it from the top of your roof, as Matt said this morning.

Good lord I’m gushy this morning. MORE COFFEE!

need. more. brainfuel.

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What podcasts do you all listen to? While I’m gobbling up knowledge at a good rate, I need to branch out a bit more in where I’m getting it from.

Visited by the lovely Rain and Adam yesterday, directly following a visit from the awesometastic Matt. Much fun was had, which I’m sure I’ll tell you all about at some point. Also an absurd about of synchronicity, including that these people were visiting so close to the same time without knowing it. It’s a somewhat involved and not terribly interesting story so I won’t inflict you all with it. (a story of the sort I would end with “and then I found five dollars!” in order to legitimizing the telling).

I’ve been stewing in my own brain meats maybe a bit too much lately. I think the mirror for self-reflection has a magnifier for doubt on it or something. Thank god for bubble baths and self-induced hiatuses. You are now returned to your regularly scheduled Rad Willow.

3 Steampunks and a Futurist in a car for 2.5 hours..

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Libby, the amazing woman who has always been a dear friend and has the patience of a Galapagos Tortoise to have been my roommate at one point, is putting on an artshow with the lovely Miss Porkshanks.

I had the pleasure of being in a shoot done by Libby and Magpie just over a week ago, and some of the shots are under the cut