Life objective

I tend to appeal more from passion than principle.

This can be problematic.

I do not want to be a decorator.

I want to be a thinker—a designer.

• To be creative—but not an artist.
• To make a difference.
• To facilitate change.
• To help define the aesthetic of a moment (values included).
• To be intentional.
• To be my own worst critic.
• To be meaningful.
• To be responsible.
• To like something.
• To be courageous.
• To be clever.
  

...to be continued.

...GREEN Day

My kind of GREEN/That’s not ‘write’

In reference to design, well, references:

Tawny (7:40:37 PM): i met with ullery today

Me(7:40:43 PM): cool

TA(7:40:47 PM): was it simple?

MP(7:40:52 PM): i still have to right my paper

TA(7:40:55 PM): piece of cake

MP(7:40:55 PM): this friday

MP(7:40:57 PM): as in tomorrow

TA(7:41:04 PM): tomorrow is thursday

MP(7:41:10 PM): the day after

MP(7:41:12 PM): tawny

MP(7:41:16 PM): don't make me feel dumb

MP(7:41:21 PM): i already know

MP(7:41:24 PM): i know i'm not smart as you

TA(7:41:27 PM): haha

MP(7:41:28 PM): or as creative

TA(7:41:34 PM): thats not true

MP(7:41:33 PM): but i've dwelt with it

MP(7:41:34 PM): made peace

TA(7:41:43 PM): i jus steal all my ideas

MP(7:41:51 PM): that's what i do!

MP(7:41:52 PM): with you!

TA(7:41:56 PM): haha

TA(7:42:00 PM): its called recycling

MP(7:42:04 PM): ah

MP(7:42:07 PM): that's why you're so green

TA(7:42:09 PM): before it gets cycled the first time

MP(7:42:13 PM): i'm a cyclist

An Ellen-filled Sabbath

With the opportunity to visit a historical site and turn in a signed brochure instead of writing a paper, I drove up to Battle Creek, Michigan to visit the Historical Adventist Village.

Did you know Dr. Kellogg (yes, readers, the cereal-maven) wore primarily white colors after discovering through research that plants covered in white cloths grew faster and healthier than those with others colors (and even compared to those without)?

And did you know Ellen G. White was 5’2” and under 100 lbs.?

Let me tell you: b*tch needed meat in her diet.

Y’heard?

I arrived at the location a little late but joined up with Jason and Mateja—which was a relief since the abbreviated tour on my end (the last stretch of theirs) seemed to last a really long time.

Afterwards, the senior-class-trip crew (plus Beatrice) came over to eat potato casserole and Andes mint chocolate muffins à la mode and watch a slideshow from the road trip.

I think I might cry in the summer when all my friends are far away.

But an unexpected text message from Nadine helps me realize that the future is not so grim with a sapphire engagement ring-clad Ellen in the (not-so-distant, much-much closer) horizon.

*EDIT

There’s a better version of my PUNK’D convo with Andrew: HERE.

Non sequitur

I like to drive fast.

But sometimes I like to drive real slow and stare off slightly to the right in a sleep-deprived stupor.

In both cases loud music is a must.

+ + + + +

A random international student with a heavy South African accent greets me today on campus. He proceeds to ask:

Are you a guy or a girl?

I laugh in response: a guy.

As if that gives him permission to clarify, he states:

You dress like a girl.

+ + + + +

I told myself not to eat if not hungry.

Weird (or not so much) that I am scarfing down:

cassava cake
cassava cake
cassava cake
more leftover cassava cake

rice
not-meat
garlic bread
salad

The L Word(s): Light, Life and Love

He accidentally called me by the name of his ex-boyfriend—which made me realize that despite his rap as a playboy he might still very much be a lover.

In other news, Tawny’s photography gallery exhibition is over.

Andrew instant messages me something about the show afterwards, and I realize I never made my rounds to appreciate and mull over her work last night. I was too busy watching other people enjoy it; incidentally, I was taking pictures of them.

It might be somewhat unethical of me to divulge further, but I am a grader for a class called Religion & Ethics in Modern Society. Reading through the papers allows me to observe how poorly we respond to questions of debate. In specific, the students were to consider various issues and respective response with regards to homosexuality and homosexual members within the Adventist church.

A paper stood out (in a positive light)—in part because the word ‘rainbow’ was incorporated in the title—and because it concluded with the reality of love.

If anything, I think Christians are far too apt in removing the human element in discourse and, daresay, life itself.

Perhaps the author was a photography major? If nothing else, an interesting tie…

I want to teach someday.

Because, really, I just want to learn forever.

Me likey...

My current pleasantries (in response to Tommy’s tag):

• Meeting new creative people through non-traditional means (loafer-envy over birthday cake à la mode, for starters…)
• Video conferencing with my Canadian boss on iChat (sir Justin is not a cheap-o!)
• Critiquing everything with Tawny (my eyes are becoming more and more like hers…)
• SENCHA Green Tea Mints
• Ammiel and her stylin’ ways (who else would walk around LOWE’S in heels?)
• How Ammiel calls her sandwich a ‘sammy’
• Diluting my juice with water (baby Ella style!)
• Mixing my ketchup with Sriracha (that is, rooster) sauce for dipping purposes
• Chocolate Silk Soymilk
• Guilt pleasures: the most current being Lipstick Jungle. I love forbidden love…
• …which brings me to my next pleasantry: Melanie Calla Lohan! (I kid, I kid!)
• Fat versions of hot beverages with whipped cream
• Grenadine
• Late night Imaging Services parties with the one and only not-MANipulator, aka Tawny!
• Traveling gnomes and not-Polaroid instamatics
• Saturated images
• Hard line and figure drawings
• Sleep

Ennui is a funny word.

&tc. (and not etc.)

...robots defEAT me.

I need to discipline my body.

*EDIT
Tawny's gallery opens today. You had better be there this Sunday, April 6 (cf. Ammiel's poster), for her closing ceremony or else...