Wednesday, September 30, 2009


Amber: wonderful.

Ben: They're torn, fading, and staring off into some uncertain far reaching meridian, some line where things fall off and disappear.

Morgan: influential artists.

Rachel: There's a fish in that toilet. A huge fish.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009


Amber: Research grant, organizing my abstract.

Ben: "What if I were to offer 'better' hugs, but for a dollar, promising a more endearing embrace and maybe a 'you just got off an airplane and you'd been gone for a long while and I picked you up off the ground and then twirled you in circles before eskimo kissing you till our noses turn red'; what about that? Would you pay a dollar for that?" "God, who wouldn't." "Maybe tomorrow, I have shit to do." "What; drink coffee and have a cigarette or five?" "Yeah."

Morgan: tissue box.

Rachel: Lunch with a stressed-out, under-staffed, Jason.

Monday, September 28, 2009


Amber: My new awesome bag my mom brought me back from France

Ben: "Have a Nice Day; more like suck-town U.S.A." "You're quite the cynic, aren't you?" "Why not?"

Morgan: anything but reading.

Rachel: My first amendment rights were revoked.

Sunday, September 27, 2009


Amber: food.

Ben: Fix'n to do some writing and note take'n.

Morgan: Gettysburg tournament. 5-3. Finished in 5th Place.

Rachel: Screw You.


Amber: Cali and homework.

Ben: Wong? More like "Wrong."

Morgan: Gettysburg tournament. Rainy and cold. Finished 2-2.
Photo by Eli Hosen

Rachel: Rainy day = movie time.

Friday, September 25, 2009


Ben:  ...And when animals go wild so would a Chinchilla, a foaming at the mouth Kuala, or even, dare I say it, a self-conscious short-legged giraffe with a terrific hangnail. 
Amber: cleaning house.

Morgan: cherry cheesecake cupcakes.

Rachel: Arby's; lemon slices.

Thursday, September 24, 2009


Ben:  It's a concrete heart on fire, and that lay catty-cornered amongst brick, stucco, moss, and those who nap under the high sun, when it's just so and so it warms their neck, their back, and their concrete hearts, setting them on fire.
Amber: looks like the sets on fire

Morgan: Setting up my shoot, helping Rachel set up her shoot, watching Jessica style Kim's hair.

Rachel: Walked in on Jessica's photoshoot while setting up for mine.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009


Ben:  Three ducks in a row, together, pointing.
Amber: with Morgan at Anderson Gallery, the Richard Carlyon: A Retrospective.

Morgan: Anderson Gallery. Richard Carlyon: A Retrospective.

Rachel: Outside with nothing but the sunshine and my thoughts.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


Ben:  It's that grand, omega, painted script, stylized and permanent.
Amber: riding by the Cathedral.

Morgan: epic fail in the glass shop. burned my arm and hand and couldn't make a vacuum or lip glass container.

Rachel: Lanvi directing Isabella at her photoshoot.

Monday, September 21, 2009


Amber: ew.

Ben: Her head was held down, her mouth open, and her eyes kept from shutting; there were screams, and yelping, muffled pleas that then were swallowed; it was only a song that played in repetition and lyrics on and on, over again; it only played through earphones through heads, but still it played, and so it was.

Morgan: Both Amber and Rachel were grossed out by my turf burn booboo.

Rachel: Using our break from class to look at Morgan's gross leg.

Sunday, September 20, 2009


Amber: the road is beautiful.

Ben: Jesus Christ that's a pretty face, so far away, and out of reach, and when I arrive to tell you so, you're just that a pretty face, and I'm alone again.

Morgan: Working on getting rid of all the baked goods in my apartment.

Rachel: Photographing Alyson's home-grown snow crystals.

Saturday, September 19, 2009


Amber: parallel parking this bad boy.

Ben: The light looked nice there, just a bulb on, not flickering, but burning like it should, above me and stuck in that there ceiling, like it loved it or something.

Morgan: Going to photograph Scott's band, Rocketknife.

Rachel: Cepilla de dientes.


Amber: getting cake fixings for moms and Morgans birthdays this weekend!

Ben: It's the change that finds its way, and on its way then into pockets, mine, and where I'll grab at it later, paying for whatever, and whatever else.

Morgan: My parents gift for my 21st birthday, four bottles of wine. Awesome!

Rachel: Arby's; My favorite regular. Large sweet iced tea and an italian sub with no onions. ($7.33) She always has exact change.