Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag, Fraulein Trudeau

Album cover & tattoo design: completed.
Images to post for my portfolio AND your viewing pleasure? Fail.
Next investment? Obtain one or all of the following: A drawing pad, Adobe Photoshop/Illustrator Suite, a large scanner, and some sanity.

Cheers,
c.i.

Canned Heat

After seeing "Inglourious Basterds", I realized I would do very degrading and morally compromising things to get with Eli Roth (consequently the director and writer of such slasher films as "Cabin Fever", "Hostel", and was kicked off the set of "Meet Joe Black", star of which is to our right, Brad Pitt) and Mélanie Laurent.
Laurent pretty much steals the show, is ruthless and drop-dead gorgeous.

I have to say, after the disappointment that was "Death Proof" as part of the "Grindhouse" double feature, this was a welcome, blood-filled, 180º dubya-tee-eff, going-to-wield-a-baseball-bat-and-fuck-this-shit-up-MY-way.

That's all you get.
Now get off your asses and go see this movie!

Cinq

1. Not having a cell phone has been very quiet, and actually very liberating. Also, however, really inconvenient for trying to arrange to meet people
2. The phrase "flaccid earhole" somehow best describes this week.
3. Sadly two goals I have for when I am actually employed will be to go see my brother and his fiancé Melissa and my soon-to-be niece via train. The second is to buy a proper corset just for the hell of it.
   
4. "You gave up something and got something else. Or you worked for something. You paid some way for everything that was any good. I paid my way into enough things that I liked, so that I had a good time. Either you paid by learning about them, or by experience, or by taking chances, or by money. Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it. You could get your money's worth. The world was a good place to in. It seemed like a fine philosophy ... Perhaps that wasn't true, though. Perhaps as you went along you did learn something. I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what it was all about" Hemingway (152).
   
5. I have watched Triplets of Belleville probably fifteen times this week alone, and I have yet to get tired of it. It's beautiful.
   

Stars know why we fall, I just wish they were thinking out loud

The meteors we end up seeing in the sky like this are actually about the size of Volkswagen bugs or washing machines, but burn up to about the size of a bottle cap or a pea. I'm guessing ours shrunk down to beer cans, or maybe that's too poetic to assume from last night.
Fremontians, Newarkians and Nile-ites all piled in cars and we took the back roads (Ian Long, if you're reading this, you're a shitty person to follow in a car, k? thnx) along Skyline Blvd through Montara.

In other non-awkward announcements:

• almost done with Carl Flynn's album cover art
• Alternative Press Expo '09 may still happen!!! with the help of Paul Barron, granted that his broken wrist heals eventually.
  
• Congratulations to Elie & Emery Wasser and welcome to their son, Evrin Lansing Wasser.
• The squarenose helmetfish painting has been done for weeks now, perhaps the recipient can scan it and send me an image for my portfolio -bats eyelashes-

Silly me for not scanning it before giving it as a gift.

Onwards to food. Until next time, fuckwits
Cheers,
c.i.

私は彼を欠場

1. I would defend my honor if I knew where it was.
   
2. America defends the right to free speech, apparently alcohol just makes it that much more possible.
3. Tomer Hanuka is teh sex. See giant watery-tart.
   
4. Gentlemen, BEHOLD!! I need to move the fuck out of my parent's house. See list items 1 & 2.
5. Falling for someone is like quicksand; easy to get yourself into, but it really fucking sucks you in the more you try to get out.
   

Finding Bibi

I think Bita Haidarian is doing a courageous and beautiful thing, and I encourage you, dear reader to follow this project. It will lead to great things, I promise. I've put a permanent link to the site that is following the film, contribute to it, follow it, or else -shakes fist-

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General Trudeau and I won tickets to go see The Painted Cakes at The Uptown last night in Oakland. My comrade is moving down to San Diego and soon I'll be stuck to suffer through community college by my lonesome.
And now for something completely different: a bottle of red and the start of the album art as commissioned by Carl Flynn.

Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel

Got my first (and probably only) commission for the summer to do an album cover for a friend. I'm really excited to have something to do as my Algebra class comes to a close tomorrow (ugh). Actually, in 12 hours.

Fuck.

Post Script
I finished the squarenose-helmetfish painting, and gave it as a going away present.

Post-Post Script
Forgive the poetry if it's not your cup of tea.

Discontent cleared with the fog and left its stain
My dear Supplant, spare me the details;
born and pulled out by the root.
Near your clavicle, shy of your vein,
another open mouth gaped
for sustenance from your
still heart where I used to feed.
A ransom for the sins of mankind,
her act is innocent in one-sided
affection and affliction.
You wept,
open and waiting for the rain.

Droogs

1. It's strangely alluring and actually terrifying that the one of the last men I fell in love with now physically resembles Alex's character from A Clockwork Orange. Right down to the haircut.
   
2. This is the strangest thing I've seen in a while.
3. I need to start writing nonvisual narratives again, the brain is brewing up some really strange shit in my unemployment.
   

My mind is now wandering in directions that if anything, I'd love to be able to say, and say eloquently and privately. Whatever. This wasn't created to be a personal venting station for me.

My hips give nothing away

Not tonight, not to you, but I think we both know that you'll stay and ...

My dad's way of communicating is by cooking and talking with me about books. I took a two hour drive just to get a white ink Sakura pen to finish up my painting of a Square nose Helmetfish. I'll scan it in when I'm finished.

Now that you're not around

Abbreviated

Briefly:
- Through the course of this summer, I'm having far too much fun getting coffee and exchanging comic books and music with one Mr. Murray, pictured left in the rain at Greek Theater when we went to see DCFC. Quite the smelly pirate hooker.
- I have a job interview at Buckle in Stoneridge Mall (huzzah monies) on Wednesday. I go back into the retail pit of despair, and answer these questions three. ... Ok, not really.
- Tomorrow my family finds out if we can keep our house.
- Got an unofficial commission to toss around some ideas for a tattoo sleeve of deep sea creatures (FUCK YES), going to start playing around with that and some designs.
- I need to tackle Paul when he comes back from NYC, take him out for lunch or something, and in exchange have him give me a tutorial for screenprinting so I can mass produce some templates for birth announcements (Three couples, my brother included, are all expecting within the same span of this next month). One asked for a design, so why not make some copies.
- I made the mistake of taking a nap when I got home from math class today. Now I get to pretend to be responsible and try to get to sleep before 2AM. Let the battle begin.

Cheers,
xo caitlin

A Call for Submissions, Reverse That

1. I'm broke to the point where I'm offering to do commissions. Hell even if you know someone who wants their DOG painted, send them my way. Reasonably priced, of course. I offer this (or push this onto) because of the 15 different places I've applied, NO one is hiring. Thanks, Economy.
   
2. My dad was denied long-term disability, primarily due to the "restrictions" that are being heavily placed on state-spending, etc. I don't want to go on bashing Schwartzenegger, but I feel like he's cut so many public services that it's really just making me nauseated to even consider it.
   
3. The two first points may result in the decision to postpone school if I'm unable to do financial aid (again).
   
4. Also trying to raise money to take a train out to New Mexico to see my brother Michael and his fiancé Melissa.
   
5. And lastly, perhaps most importantly ... Where the FUCK has this year gone?
   

Art to your Face

Enjoy

Just for fun

Me circa 2005 & Emma Watson interview

Ok fine, I effing give.
... I have those same exact boots she's wearing somewhere, no joke.

Inspired by Morna

5 Things:
1. There is one person I was convinced was crazy. Apparently he thinks the same about me.
2. I'm getting worse at keeping in touch with people and telling them what's going on. I used to have the opposite problem.
3. Just found out that "brain" in the urban dictionary means a blowjob. So me saying "I can't brain today" was just made five times funnier.
4. Whale of mass destruction
5. It's all too tempting to stay home tomorrow and just draw. And I know I can't.

.raw with love.

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
I won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won't blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won't use it
yet.
- c.b.

Thanks Jacob

What's funny is during my freshman year at California College of the Arts, I was required to remake a chair, or to create a functional or non functional chair.
This is awesome.

To all of you delinquents out there, or just those who have been caught

My friend shouldn't have ever shown me this link.

Apple-Squash Hash, vegan and awesome

Apple-Squash Hash

1 jar of San Antonio Farms Chipotle Salsa (or your favorite salsa)
2 Fuji apples (or some kind of sweet apple)
2-3 yellow squash/zucchini
lime juice
olive oil


if you want
-add some Sriacha hot sauce for some extra kick
-half of a diced yellow onion (the salsa should have plenty, though)

Dice the two apples and squash and mix together in a bowl.

Put the apples and squash into a skillet coated with olive oil and put on with a low flame
Add enough salsa to mix evenly with the apples and squash, stirring occasionally so the squash and apples cook evenly.
Add lime juice to taste

Serves 2-3

Good for a side dish or just over rice.

Wingnut Presents: APE 09

I've made it through my surgery well enough. I found out I have a high enough pain tolerance that I scared a couple of the nurses, especially when they messed up with the IV three times in a row; I was joking around about how I was scared of syringes the whole time, ha.
They removed scar tissue from the left part of my pelvic wall. I also got some lovely candid snapshots of my appendix, liver and uterus. I'm officially diagnosed with endometriosis (fucking duh, thanks Sparky), but my gyno (i.e. mentally I call him Sparky because the genius came by with my results just as I had woken up from the anesthetic ... I think that's part of the curriculum of medical school) wants to start me on a regiment of hormone killers just to make sure. I'm reluctant to mess around with shutting down any of my systems, let alone one that has been so troublesome to both sides of my family. Supposedly there's no long term effects, and that it would only be for 3-4 months. I say not right now, if at all.

Reality didn't kick in until I actually went to look at the rates for Alternative Press Expo in October. It's a month sooner this year than it was last year. Last year I pushed it to the absolute last minute, and ended up producing something that I was less than satisfied with. It's weird to actually put this thought out there, or to even contemplate this: but I feel like everything is falling into place, and that this downtime is the perfect oppurtunity for me to produce something that I can be happy with and want to share with other people.

Let the games begin.

Baby shower present

Present for my friends' baby shower. I couldn't scan it before I framed it, so this is a closer detail.
My surgery is on Monday.

The moment

I begin to feel as though I have human relationships figured out, that I can just be, without hindrance, it all just kind of blows up in my face, and I'm stuck here again, in second place.
... Bollocks.