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      27 Aug 2011

      Waking up at 630, dreaming about the World Cup

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      There was a comedian on stage, he was talking about his childhood. He was making some joke about nintendo cartridges, blowing on them, but it was just a curl of wire in his hand.

      Something happened and I was pretending to be someone on stage, a bunch of people were playing different roles, we were staff in a hotel lobby or people in some old saloon or something. A kid representing the young comedian walked in, and started betting money with this old guy, with a huge beard.

      The game was something like the kid gave him a dollar, then the old guy et him more, somehow the old man ended up with 300 in his hand. At some point we were looking at an old photo of this old man, beard huge and flowing past him, his arms all rope and skinny, sitting on an elephant, with a huge red cape draping behind him and hanging across the elephants back. There was a giant suitcase he was holding in the photograph, there were sayings scrawled on there that I forget. He was telling us how he'd traveled everywhere. At some point right before I woke up we got out of a small tent and looked out, we were in south America, and the mountains rose up like a gigantic tsunami wave, froth all biting into the clouds. We were looking closer at the mountains and could see the intricate patchwork of farms, all up on the mountainside. We saw the quilted patterns slowly resolve themselves into flags of countries, kind of pixellated and wrinkled from the topography. I realized we were here for the world cup, that we were in Rio or something, and they were finishing preparations by making the mountains into a giant world flag mosaic

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      12 Aug 2011

      The things I want to remember about my trip to Detroit for AAJA:

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      The things I want to remember about my trip to Detroit for AAJA:

      The dark plane, the monitors glowing in every seat. Reading William Gibson. Sharp, careful, cold, like a scalpel. 

      The D. Warm, cool air. The cavernous belly of the Marriot. The pixelated Cobo Center. Motown. The broad swaths of road. Motor City. The People Mover. The swarm of Asians, the skirts and makeup, ties and jackets. The chatter of networking, nicetoseeyous, letschatlaters. The receptions and mixers. The broadcast girls. The exchange of business cards, emails, Twitter handles. The surreal experience of being surrounded by ageless, immortal Asian women. Which paper are you with? A house party off East Jefferson. The empty lots surrounding, the lushness of the apartment. An empty jazz club. The beauty of two black women moving with eyes closed. The bouncer telling us his name, where he's from. He has a cousin from the city one of us is from. Waiting for a cab in the dark.

      The casino. The smell of smoke. The rattle and jangle of the machines. The tight grip of old fingers on clay chips. The bright flash of lights, everywhere, pulsing and throbbing to multiple vague rhythms. Leaving the casino to go out alone. The cab driver, Otis. He has lived in Detroit for 62 years. San Francisco, yeah. I been there. 

      The emptiness of the first club, except for a few breakdancing teens and an exhausted bartender. The familiar thundering boom of bass echoing from a rooftop bar. The sound echoing around buildings, audible for blocks. The feeling of walking around in a deserted city. The way fat black women can dance. The way drunk frat boys can't. The sad smallness of the guy, Drew, who says he doesn't know how to recommend anything, anything at all to a Californian. D'Mongos, The Roast. The crowd gathering together to do the hustle. The anthemic intensity of Pursuit of Happiness blaring across the city. Dancing until last call. The girl and her mom, stumbling home. The cinematic timing of a cab pulling up, headlights flashing. Otis, smiling. 

      The marquees for Kid Rock. Welcome Home Kid. The smiling and hellos of strangers on the street. The walk from Downtown Detroit through Midtown. The big deco buildings, the feeling of Gotham. The buildings suddenly evaporating into empty lots and bare streets. The strangeness of being able to walk out of a city. The buzz of insects in the summer, mixing with Kid Rock's sound check in the distance. The skeleton of a swing set. The calming realization — looking at all the vines crawling up the empty buildings, pulling off planks of wood, tossing bricks onto the ground — that nature isn't dead, just patiently waiting for us to leave.  

      Hitching a ride with a couple to the Heidelberg project. Walking among the houses encrusted with trash, furniture, toys, paint. Random arrangements of stuffed animals. Shopping carts topping the sawn off limbs of trees. Burnt planks of wood, standing in a lawn. A house painted with huge numbers. Meeting a girl named Rita, from Brooklyn. Hitching a ride to the DIA. The strange composition of a piano being tuned. A placard explaining what Pop Art is. Going back to the hotel, then the airport. 

      The plane rocking, a gentle midwestern sort of turbulence. The feeling of sailing, with the clouds some soft and weightless kind of sea.

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      24 Jul 2011

      Walking around a New New York, basketball in a marsh

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      The end of the dream was something around throwing basketballs at a hoop in the middle of a marsh. If we missed the ball would make a huge splash into the water, and then pop back out into the air. Some of us tried shooting from pretty far away, on a hill or something

      Another part, earlier, I was walking around lower manhattan with Stephanie lin, and we were looking for something to do. Something about her now living off the L in brooklyn, and a cool bar on the avenue of the Americas (which in my dream map, was on the east side of the city and spilled out to the river)

      At some point we were walking around the south east corner, around whAt would be LES or fidi, and I realized none of the was in new York. Steph told me that this was all new, and we tLked about how much the area had changes since I lived there. In my dream it had been 10 years. This new new York area was strange, all white and gold, kind of like classical architecture w rococo colors, and reminded me of las Vegas. We were looking for a bar behind some curtains to meet Cindy and chris, and it was pretty late, past one, but we still walked aroun and it was still pretty bright.

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      26 Jun 2011

      I love airports, love flying

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      I love airports, love flying. Something meditative being in a nonplace, a gateway rather than a destination. I like brushing my teeth in airport bathrooms. Something about the morning routine made public and naked. I like the cheesy art budget sculptures. I like the lives all folded up and packed and wheeled and pushed and carted around. I like the calming mechanical voices. Now boarding gate a4. I don't like the food. I like people movers, people lifters, people shuttles, people lines. It's such a strange machine. And the airplane. Saul Williams was clearly never an architect or ship captain, but I still love his lines:

      "I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane / no greater conglomerate of steel and metal / nothing less likely to fly"

      I like that weird combination of accessibility and impossibility. That nonfeeling of flying ("you're sitting in a chair / in the sky"). I like those calm stewardess voices. Seats upright. This aircraft has four door exits. All exits are clearly marked. Please turn off all electronic devices.

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      9 Apr 2011

      Had a dream with Kevin Spacey:

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      There were a lot of previous parts. There was a scene in the forest where all these people were shooting or aiming lasers at something and then there was this pink dust that covered people and turned them into monsters

      There was also a part where I was in a cafe talking to someone when I saw over their shoulder that there was this soldier guy in purple armor walking towards us (putside). He looked kind of like a cross between Bernie Mac and Samuel L, in unbreakable. He was walking towards the cafe super slowly, and then gave me a slight salute. It freaked ne out and I told my friend, and I was worried but they didn't see anyone.

      All of a sudden on my right these mobsters were trying to get in the door of the cafe, one had a huge beak like a parrot or something and was shoving it through the door trying to eat someone. There was a little person wearing a cloak next to the door and they grabbed the beak and broke it and shoved the monster back out te door. The person was kind of like a mouse, and drew a sword that was all gnarled like a tree branch and the sword shot out of the crack in the door pushing the monsters back. There was another scene in a gallery type space where the camera was moving around this central column and you couldn't quite see the person in all white talking but I knew it was Kevin spacey (even though he looked a bit more like peewee). There were a few other slow rail shots through that room and then I was in it, walkig through and then I turned a corner and it was Kevin spacey and he started to chase me really slowly. I forget what but there were all these vitrines everywhere, and I was avoiding them. We were in a hallway when someone maybe it was Tom stepped in to help me, and Kevin spacey threw an ax that looked like a spatula and it hit Tom in the head and knocked him back, but he got back up and laughed. I went into a corridor along the hallway and tom threw another ax back at Levine spacey. He hit it out of the air with his hands and I started thinking of all the practice you must have to do with dull objects before you can be confident about whacking an ax out of the air. I was thinking about the logistics of it for a while until my alarm rang

      Oh Also there was a part earlier where we were in a glass house in Japan, and were sfriaid of flooding and looking at the beam sizes which were really strong. I forget what else happened there, I think we had dinner...

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      8 Apr 2011

      A long dream about a movie called The Downward Retreat:

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      Had a dream we watched a movie, I was watching a movie before going to sleep, 6 teenage guys and girls went to this island and the movie was called nightfAll or retreat or something. They thought they were all strangers but then when they gotto the islamd there was no host. There was also something with an older woman who couldn't talk. Then there was stuff like beware of the dark, in the dark on this is land there were these creatures that looked like gollum that hopped around and bit people. Stopped watching the movie

      But then I was in class and we had to watch the movie and no one had really done their homework and watched the movie, so I watched it again. There was something with these gollum things swarming and tryig to kick them off before they bit you, and a scene as there were all these orcs or zombies chasing people along this top floor path with big holes

      Sometiingsomething about game design And this game with a jumping homer andbdscding where to put the holes for him to get stuck in

      Then a lot of people got caught by the Orc zombies, and there were parts where one guy was throwing spears at them to save friends. At some point everyone was captured, even that meme unicorn guy. Then there were two bearded guys in wheelchairs that hadn't been captured, ad they were looking at each other For the signal, and they started to wheel away. There were all these orcs and they wheeled backwards away to escape them

      There was something like the film was made by indie filmmakers and then the name was changed to The Downward Retreat

      The two guys wheelchaired to the shore and there was a third guy. They were trying to swim to a boat passing by. The bearded guys became wizards, one was gandalf and another was dumbledore maybe, but super old. The older one couldn't make it so there was me and gandalf and we made it close to the boat but it sped off down the river. We asks someone if there was goin to be another boat but they said that was the only one for the day

      Then there was this guy on the island who also wanted to escape and he turned himself into an Asian boy, he was part of the military? He eolled down to the beach ad there were these two Asian boys playing and he went up to the edge of the cliff and bet on diving. Te old beards turned at us and said it wasn't safe, but we docs anyways. The guy cannonballed slightly the furthest. They were swimming an swimming out Nd the guy was still pretending to be an Asian kid. Someone talked about peeing kn the river. Then as everyone was talking, they bumped into something and one of the kids was like oops. California. So this guy disguised, realizes that the island was so far that it was close to California and that he'd finally made it across all the wAter. So he climbed up and fought these guys guarding some helicopter jet, and there were lots of explosions, and he jumped onto the jetcopter as it was taking off and it exploded too but kept flying. The guy was hung from it, and people thought he was ddad. It flew past allthese ships and started messing with them, they kept running in to each other and sinking. Then someone else was flying over on a goodguy plane an they were saying how it looked like the handiwork of the guy hung on the jetcopter. Then it switched back to jetcopter guy and apparently he hadn't died even though the exposures an he was being hung off the tip of the jetcopter like he was dead. Bur then because all the ships were messed ip, the invasion was messed up and this goodguy detached himself from the jetcopter to fall on the goodguy beaches and he had a rocket launcher and fought the incoming ships. There was some slow motion and a slow pan across all these badguys failing to invade the beach, and then the movie ended (or I just woke up)

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      12 Mar 2011

      I have a fierce and hopeless love for China

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      Even though I have to tweet via Posterous
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      8 Mar 2011

      Migurski street, ghosts, and skunks

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      Had a dream I was racing down this highway. Then I was circling baxk. One of the streets was called michal Migurski street!

      Then there was this part where I was trying to screw a light into the wall, but things weren't aligning properly. Something happened and there was a girl and a guy with a moustache. The girl and the guy were disagreeing about something, and Tom rix was there. Turned out that both the girl and the guy were figments of someones imagination in order to make them change their decision about something. Damn, I wish I remembered this better, it was a pretty epic reveal. The guy with a moustache went into a bathroom and turned into the girl or something.

      Then there was a part where I was walking down a hill ane there was a skunk, which looked more like a wolveine. I was walking by and then it sneezed on me, which I guess stunk like a mofo because it was a skunk. I tried to circle around it but it got really aggressive. There was also a red panda nearby that was also growling. I puked both of them away but was really afraid of getting bitten. s

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      7 Mar 2011

      Things I remember from my dreams this morning

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      Things I remember from my dreams this morning:

      Zombies. Lots of people missing limbs. We were "in" this movie called the Fall or something. This part walking around in a desert with a few trees

      Running around in a mall? Saw Kyle Sirowy from high school. Random.

      Was talking to Adrienne, and she talked about her grandmother. There was a statue of her grandmother in New York sitting on the high line looking out towards the river. She was talking to the statue and apologizing for not learning Chinese, and I cried. The eyes of the statue were white

      Running around with big boots across glass, with loud music playing


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      22 Feb 2011

      Dreaming about tweeting

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      So in my dream I went to some coference in boulder. There were huge mountains in the distance. I went towards the hotel, there was one that had a discount but it wasn't the cheap one, and the building I was in had columns in the lobby everywhere and a super high but flat ceiling. Something about being in best buy and shopping and then I wrote this tweet and sent it. Tere was also a jazz bar and cramped up tables but no music playing. Also at some point I had two cats, one was a kitten. I scrubbed up its back fur and decided to turn it into a kittencup which I guess meant that it's fur was messed up in the back so it would latc onto anything with it's claws if it ran into something. Kind of like a kitty bear trap. It was adorable, and after I kittencupped it it stumbled around and tottered everywhere

      There were also these moments when I was looking out at this building under construction and there was this bulldozer dropping a huge load of water on the ground, and it shook the building so much that it rocked back and forth a lot, so much that the columns were bending. Then there was something about checking out of the hotel, and me carryig the kittencup home carefully not wanting to activate it's claws. Then I woke up and realized I hadnt sent that tweet at all...

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    this is basically just a dream journal now.

    in my spare time i tweet, read, pin, listen to music, and take photos.

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