today

today there was a soup described as, "summer yellow squash," on the menu at the feve. i didn't eat there today. i ran into ben who is back in town and i remembered there is more of summer left. i thought more about designing clothes and about advertising and principles - i had a dream with peggy from mad men in it and kalan with a robotic puppet with matching costumes for both (kalan and the puppet). with neon green and pink little knots of fabric, on a simple suit combination of black shirt and black leggings. i realized there is no familiar architecture in my dreams, and i only know that someone is sitting in a dream because i sense the presence of a chair like an idea, it is like a rudimentary video game. i noticed that several fashion designs incorporate extremes of asymmetry.

this new kind of 6 pack has a brilliant design:




like a cheap set of juices for little kids - who know those mini plastic keg juices? beer is...great.

the most naturally resolved choice in alcoholic drink. i feel like i haven't gotten enough done in oberlin this summer, which probably comes with everyone's summer in oberlin, in a little package in the mail from a friend with a plastic necklace that represents membership. since my father was a businessman, sometimes if i tell myself something is unproductive that makes it easier to stop doing. for instance, thinking i haven't been productive enough generally makes me less productive, therefore i should cease. sometimes this method works. but is prayer about mind control? i imagine the yellow, single-drawer night stand in dave's room and say 2 myself judgement is unproductive, think of that time you picked 10 pounds of cherries. i become desperate for technique, the channel. i rented a video from the oberlin public library that instructs on how to paint watercolors, but it was only watercolor landscapes, and it was actually about ireland as a cultural exporter, and featuring an inspiring sound mix with a hair dryer. maybe i shouldn't give up on pedagogies just because they seem nationalistic. where is structure? what if i only made art objects out of pseudo japanese stationary and cork board? i should go back to school even though i never left - my mom has a new drink and it's a kind of iced coffee.