like shifting plates

There's alot I don't know, and there's more that I'll never know.

Here's something I thought I'd never say: I want to move out to the country and live on a farm forever.

Have you SEEN those horizon lines? They stole my heart!

Less is more and more all the time.

-L

now I have to go to bed angry.

I just read this article and learned what FourSquare was, and at the same time I also learned that it's completely insane. What the hell is wrong with people.

Additionally, I spent all night sewing polaroids together with a needle and thread, that's my new thing I like to do now, and my finger tips are really kind of killing me. Typing's actually a little uncomfortable. This is truly the first time in my life I've ever thought "I wish I had a thimble."

Pictures later, maybe.

-L

quick question:

if you were to do a dance, and the dance was called "the crackerjack", don't you think there'd be some sort of slaps or claps involved? i do, but i can't quite put my finger on it.

here's something weird:

List of Celebrities that have Been in Earwax in the Last Week

1. Fred Armisen
2. Jeff Tweedy
3. Michael Rappaport
(4.) Jack from the shoe store said one of his customers saw Jennifer Lopez on Milwaukee today.

Number's one through three are all the honest to gosh truth, and if number four is also true, then that means that the tv pilot that was being filmed in wicker park today stars Michael Rappaport and Jennifer Lopez. What in the heck

?

Anyway.

-L

ready to listen and learn something new

Today i spent alot of time connecting dots and spinning webs. Yesterday i spent alot of time shooting polaroids. And the day before that, I spent almost my whole afternoon on rooftops around the north side. Last week, a man in an SUV smashed a beautiful bicycle into a goofy steel knot, then greg and I performed bike surgery and turned it back into art for good.

The universe is pulling some fast ones on everyone around me this week, and I'm walking around analyzing everyone's misfortunes as if they are symbols in a dream, trying to decode them and what they mean to me as if they're omens written in some foreign language, or warnings that I'd better heed before the other shoe drops right into my own lap. I made a list, I'm going from there.

There's music enveloping this quite specifically, and it's Blockhead's album Downtown Science. I'm wearing that album around like a new dress today. Ideas are literally falling out of my pockets. !

I had this thought about putting on a photo show this spring, and it turns out having that one thought was all I had to do. The great unknown & unknowable has taken care of the rest. Everything and everyone that I need to make this happen has been falling out of the blue sky and landing right in front of me and handing me their email addresses and business cards. Alright, you're on.

But I'll let the future remain in the future. More details on that will follow as they become relevant reality.

I'm sick of words. Here's some pictures.










-L

To Baby

Share To Baby by Vetiver

To learning how to sing, in a changing world.

just sink

I've got a growing urge to build things, build anything - bikes, canvases, tents, things that haven't even been thought of yet. This could conflict with my unyielding urge to break things down and blow things up, which if it were a sound effect would be like the sound of clothes in a clothes dryers. Sort of a background rumble that every once in a while makes a loud enough clank to make you sort of worry.

Meanwhile, inside my fantastic home, I just only have this one lightbulb and I have to keep unscrewing it and bringing it into the room that I want to hang out in. Pretty strong feeling that that's a metaphor.

I had a dream that I had so many eggplants growing from my eggplant plant that I couldn't even hold all the eggplants in my arms at once and I had to keep putting them down, but then I'd turn around and people would snatch them. From the way things have been going, this can only mean one thing: all my friends should beware of people trying to snatch their eggplants.

You been warned!

friday evening current jams

There's alot I could say right now, and I'm going to say it this way:

CURRENT JAMS:

(in intuitive order)

1. The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, specifically "Young Adult Friction". What a song.
2. Vetiver, in general. All around. What a band.
3. Dr. Dog. My thoughts on Dr. Dog are, what have I been doing my whole life NOT listening to Dr. Dog? I've had them on constant loop to make up for lost time. Additionally, on the album Fate, the song "The Beach" is like a delicious dinner for the soul, and the song "The Breeze" is lyrically magnificent if your life is a journey like mine is.
4. Jeffrey Lewis' album It's the Ones Who've Cracked That the Light Shines Through. chaotic in the good way!
5. Broken Bells. James Mercer from the Shins and Danger Mouse collaboration. I'm undecided, but intrigued.
6. Tom Waits' song "All the World is Green". The dew will settle on our graves when all the world is green. Yes it WILL, Tom Waits! Yes it certainly will.

So anyway, do yourself a favor, or don't, I don't care.

-lauren.

salt no pepper

Today has been thursday, and today has been a big day, a day larger and more significant than some of the others and yet a day that is exactly the same size and shape as every other day of my life and your life as well.

Today I began the next leg of my health journey, and I am proud to say I am two doses deep into my lifetime supply of cod liver oil, which I bought in pill form. Because when you're standing in walgreens and you're about to save one dollar by buying regular cod liver oil in liquid form that you'd have to choke down by the spoonful (and undoubtedly burp up for hours afterwards), you ask yourself, in the interest of saving a dollar, "how bad could it be?" and then you answer yourself, and the answer is "it could be pretty bad." and then you pay the extra dollar and you take your cod liver oil in pill form and you really embrace the idea that you are, in fact, living in the 21st century, and you smile.

Tomorrow i'm going out to buy digestive enzymes, so, you all have that to look forward to, I guess.

Another good reason that this very thursday was very notable is that today I began my journey into the gallery world, and finally, FINALLY, handled art other than my own. I just spent my afternoon installing a painting show at Gallerie MK in river north, for an opening tomorrow. I learned lots and lots of new things today and put my grubby hands all over lots and lots of beautiful paintings. I'll be lingering around that opening tomorrow night, if anyone's in the mood to immerse themselves in the beautiful fruits of my labor.

I don't use the internet any more, which is why these posts have been few and far between. So, as far as making photos is concerned, unless otherwise indicated you may safely assume that I am constantly shooting fashion shows as of late, and you may also assume that I am doing a fantastic job at that.

Tomorrow will be friday, and tomorrow promises great bounding leaps to be taken into my musical journey. Wish me good luck.

P.s. if you see me, ask about new dance moves. I've got a few.

the opposite of shallow; emotionally magnificent

watch out world, i've run out of obvious choices for people to have confrontations with this week, and yet i have no shortage of the fire energy fueling my every move.

you been warned!

good luck me

-L

a web of mysteries.

Dear Internet,

This week has been hilariously confusing so far for reasons that are known to those that need to know them - and it's only noon on Tuesday right now. There are two things (three things) on my mind that need immediate sharing.

1. Right after I went to the gym today, I took a shower to wash off my aching (impressively toned) triceps. While in there, I thought about how great it would be to trek out east to the mountain country, battling the elements and the outlaws, knocking on farmhouse doors to beg for food and shelter each night, earning my keep along the way, befriending squirrels and cows, and eventually, by word of mouth of the closest neighbor-folk, finding Jimmy's quaint and rural cabin in the woods wherever, where I would throw down my bags, roll up my sleeves, flex my impressively toned triceps in his face, and have him mistake me for first lady Michelle Obama. Then I thought, I wonder how old Jimmy's doing, for real. AND THEN, INTERNET, I SAT DOWN TO WRITE THIS BLOG AND NONE OTHER THAN JIMMY H. HIMSELF has somehow found his way here to comment on my last blog post. Sometimes this Universe is fantastic. How did I have such a premonition about Jimmy just today? How does Jimmy get a wifi signal out in the ungovernable wild of the mountain top? What a bunch of fantastic mysteries.

2. (unrelated to 1, but somehow related to everything) When was the last time you watched this video and meditated on how terrific it is. Those multiple camera angles, oh my word.



3. That pizza delivery girl is TOTALLY Chloe. What a world.


Amazed,
Lauren.