A Current Biography of Karina Daum
Hi, my name is Karina. I am twenty-one years old, for one more month. One more month of childhood [?] [Is that still relevant?] [Is that still “a thing?” ] I enjoy making fun of myself for things like: lacking in technology, specifically communication technology. I major in media communication, actually, so that is somewhat ironic. My life is soooo ironic like Alanis Morissette....
Two 'fer Tuesday
There are so many points where I have to smack, pinch, or look around me questioning, “Is this really happening?” On Tuesdays I go to work from 9-2, but then have to be at the recording school for my audio engineering program from 2-10:30 at night. So, if you know me, you know that it is difficult for me to sit inside- in the same room mind you, for a good 8 and a half hours. I got a...
A hypothetical Christmas List
Chipotle giftcards Starbucks giftcards Trader Joe’s giftcards A phone that is not from the Stone Age. Lots of pizza.
From the time I woke up- to the time I got to...
Hello. Of course I woke up an hour late today, I mean, it seems as though it was overdue- So, I woke up knowing that I was already in a pickle. I assured myself that everything would be fine, because eventually it is- I grabbed a skin colored dress- because everyone wants to blend in with what they are wearing, of course, and headed out the door. I got on my bike, and then, I realized that...
Wow. Everyone can pinpoint the current craziest person in his or her life. Let me try to pinpoint mine. Let me just- You know what, this might be rude- Ugh, hey it’s the internet- Alright, so you know those people who learn something happened to you and then quickly feel the need that they have to one-up it? Or pretend that even though you had a convo with them about something...
The Oh- & Man Foundation"
Hi. In Philadelphia, about two years ago, I was enjoying a First Friday. I was with two good friends, Duncan and Steph. It was a lovely evening. There was an abundance of art of the streets, fine dining, giveaways… and, of course, plenty of people in need. Duncan, Steph, and I were leaving a fun shop with pin ball, dranks, and beaaautiful threads. We were laughing, joking, and walking...
I just saw the most beautiful thing in a while.
I went to the Starbucks that I have most frequently been a patron and sat down next to a young- maybe ten year old- very quaint and classy looking boy [it’s starting to sound strangely of course.] [It’s not going anywhere weird, I promise.] Anyway, this boy is kindly and quietly working on math homework- alone[WHY]. So there’s this agent guy who is constantly in Starbucks- I...
Your art is ugly It cannot be referred to- or named- or called- ART. If you could just listen instead of yelling jumping to conclusions making assumptions. This solution is a resolution it only causes confusion. You are in the wrong, but maybe so am I.
The question is: why am I so inconsistent with...
Hi. I have entered into a life that does not require me to write approximately…5 ish months ago. This is a very bizarre realm for me. Because it is bizarre, you might think- “Oh, geeee willikers! Now this girl must have all kinds of free time to write whatever the #$%^& she desires.” Yeah, well you’re wrong. Even if you enjoy something, you might not do it. I...
I think it’s just so funny some of the reactions and comments I get in response to being a vegetarian: My mother:”NO don’t look!” Me: “Whaaaat…” Her: “Just don’t do it!” ME:”What it is it, peanuts?” [I’M ALLERGIC YO] Mommy: “hahahha NO” She is covering an abundance of ham with her hand. Apparently I...
What's it worth?
You can basically do anything you want if you believe. Now, I’m not too sure if what the verdict of this story is going to be- if I did, I doubt I’d be writing it. I can tell you two things: we ended up with $100 and an art-astic evening. If there’s one thing I know about myself, it’s that I set my expectations for others too high [on a daily basis.] I was in the midst of...
how's my fictional story, comin' , yo?
Each sculpture was meticulously placed on the picturesque road. Each brick illuminated the mismatched sequence of the winding path. The mid-afternoon sky opened up to shades of blue and clouds of puffy white. Each residence forbade me from walking any closer to a seemingly blockaded track. No grain of grass was misplaced. Each door, whether colorful or drab, was closed off to the public. Fresh...
a bright wall in a dark room.: Reader's Request... →
IT’S JUST THIS THING THAT HAPPENED ALONG WITH EVERYTHING ELSE by Chris Cantoni Have you ever had the feeling that a movie was mirroring your life just a bit too closely? Like, uncomfortably so? You sink lower in your seat and glance around, convinced that everyone else is…
three thoughts and a current stagnant place
Then one day… Caleb saved the day. Caleb Spaulding, folk musician-singer-song writer extraordinaire, has a bike rack. But what kind of bike enthusiast does not? He brought my beautiful bicycle to the shop. And what a relief that is. Ryan fixes my bike. He’s done it quite a few times, and I plan to keep him in that position, because he does a fine job. “He knows his stuff” [people say that about...
It’s December. Slim to no ice, slim to no snow. You’d think it’d be time to mount a bike and go, yo. Not so much. Let me set the stage for you: a bright sunshine-y day; sun glare overhead. It’s the last class of the year and you’d think I might have gotten my share of Chicano literature. With that in mind, there’s little time to contemplate the growing danger of the chain on my bike –let alone the...
it’s like the sun shines on you and it’s glorious and then he...– The Talented Mr. Ripley
Playlist for 10/18/2011
Modest Mouse - Tundra/ Desert Matt and Kim -Yeah Yeah Mumford and Sons- Timshel Fugazi- Bad Mouth Red Hot Chili Peppers- Scar Tissue The Rolling Stones- Under my Thumb Bon Iver- Blood Bank Gogol Bordello - Oh No A Hawk and a Hacksaw- Raggle Taggle Langhorne Slim- Hello Sunshine Freelance Whales- Kilojules The O.C. Supertones- One Voice The Raconteurs- Steady as She Goes Feist- My Moon...