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http://maps.cmucreatelab.org/pittsburgh/map#0utc3 I thought it might be interesting to share this interactive map. I made it as an assignment for a class about intersections between technology, art, and conflict. “The map contains accounts of people’s chance interactions with strangers around Pittsburgh, … Continue reading Interactive Map of Pittsburgh
My Lady Gaga obsession is getting out of hand. Continue reading On Lady Gaga’s “Fashion”
I’m okay, I just wanted to revise this for an art contest about the asian experience or something. Mother Concern in her words. Aggression in her tone. Stale off the boat, thirty-something years, she’s mastered the American voice all too well. She wants her daughter to do the same: be loud, be brash, speak up, take what you want, live the dream. It’s not going to happen, not the way she thinks it will, the way she needs it to. Mother speaks in the language of the free and her daughter thinks in it. She lives without a dream because … Continue reading Wow another poem: “Mother”(revised)
“Or I guess that’s just the best a sample can do.” Continue reading A Poem: Sample Size
It’s a lot easier when you’re at the beach,
with its wafting briny smells,
scrambing sea foam tentacles,
and speckled sand that follows you home.
Continue reading Seashells by the Seashore
Not angsting really, just reworking some old stuff. See the old version “Match.”
Log 5 – James Joyce: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man A Portrait of the Student as a Chronic Procrastinator Jame Joyce calls his novel A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and the thing to note is the word “portrait;” a portrait specifically of the artist. It is not a story or a journey necessarily, but an image that captures the essence of this young artist. This is reflected in the use of stream-of-consciousness in general, because the long winding thought threads Joyce takes us on often leave little room for actual plot … Continue reading Analysis: Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
It happened. The mascot for my apartment building/dorm is a flamingo, so I felt a little inspired. Continue reading Flambuoyance
throb throb throb–
brain, eyes, heart.
Continue reading Poem: In a Pillow