From Robert Hooke's journal, "Micrographia; or, Some Physiological Descriptions of Minute Bodies Made by Magnifying Glasses, with Observations and Inquiries There Upon" (1665):

"April 22 1663, Leeches in Vinegar. Bluish Mold on Leather; April 29th. A Mine of Diamonds in Flint. Spider with Six Eyes; May 6th, Female and Male Gnats; May 20th, Head of Ant. Fly like a Gnat. Point of a Needle; May 27th, Pores in petrified wood. Male Gnat; June 10th, Sage-Leaves appearing not to have cavities; July 8th, Edge of a Razor. Five Taffeta Ribbons. Millepede; July 16th, Fine Lawn. Gilt edge of Venice Paper; August 5th, Honetcomb Sea-weed. Teeth of a Snail. Plant growing on Rose-Leaves."

I am currently in the process of finding several "single-use molds" (the mold is destroyed after being cast) for my sculpture class. so far i have an empty egg, a latex glove, a condom, a drinking straw, and a cube made out of bubble wrap. i have more ideas, but the request is that all remaining readers of this journal contribute creative solutions.

From Wikipedia article Homunculus:
"There are also variants cited by other alchemists. One such variant involved the use of the mandrake. Popular belief held that this plant grew where semen ejaculated by hanged men (during the last convulsive spasms before death) fell to the ground, and its roots vaguely resemble a human form to varying degrees. The root was to be picked before dawn on a Friday morning by a black dog, then washed and "fed" with milk and honey and, in some prescriptions, blood, whereupon it would fully develop into a miniature human which would guard and protect its owner."

whilst rummaging through my brother's room in search of batteries, i came upon an open care package filled with all sorts of asian candies. eyeing what i thought to be a variation of "fruit leather", i snatched it and, upon further inspection, consumed it (i may or may not have dropped it on the floor). to make a long story short: i can't exactly read chinese, but i think i might have just eaten dried yak.


Exhibit A: tasty.

i must say: i make a damn good mojito.

i think i went on a date today? it was kind of strange, yet nice. i don't really do well in "type: unknown" social situations anymore. i kept thinking, "i hope it doesn't find out i'm a computer." said person is majoring in informatics, so needless to say: i kept my sunglasses on.

i will be in ecuador in approximately 28 days (later).

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can't sleep. birds are loud as hell.

the summer has begun. working the less conventional "5 to 9" shift at the Indianapoli$ $ymphony Orche$tra as of tomorrow. as a father's day present, i managed to put a nice dent in daddy's volvo (see also: wallet). one mr. graham davis payed me a nice visit during which we played pool (i won), wandered around an abandoned chemical factory (art lost), and stayed up until 5 am playing trivial pursuit (i lost) and giggling like school girls. celebrated jordan p's 21st birthday at the vapor lounge, which was as ridiculous as it sounds.

end transmission.

finishing up in kalamazoo - will be back in indianapolis friday, saturday, or thereabouts. (at which point) i would enjoy going out to lunch with you / seeing a movie with you / going to the bar with you / being bored (with you). make your appointments accordingly. will attempt travel if necessary.

i need suggestions to add to my summer / general reading list.

-joanna

"At least three types of problem prompt us to enlarge the definition of subjectivity beyond the classical opposition between individual subject and society, and in doing so, revise the models of the unconscious currently in circulation: the irruption of subjective factors at the forefront of current events, the massive development of machinic productions of subjectivity and, finally, the recent prominence of ethological and ecological perspectives on human subjectivity."

at that precise moment, i looked down to see that the ground i was sitting upon was teeming with hundreds of robotic, bulbous-looking ant creatures.

thinking in such binary terms will give you a pox, twice over.

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ok, back to my paper.

strange bedfellows,
 saul bellow,

watch out below!
today, it is cold and I have to write a religion paper (just like i have every night this week). tomorrow it will be cold again and i will have to write yet another religion paper.


i like books a lot. i need to:

1. save money
   
2. buy a plan ticket to Greece
   
3. buy many books 
4. read books in Greece

i will lay in the sun all day and read and my skin will turn brown, brown, brown.

-joanna

p.s. it will be only a few short years until i am transformed into a 14-year old (male) mridangam prodigy.

Lately, I've been counting your teeth while you're asleep.



-joanna

p.s. new AIM: drummachinediet

dearest,

things are looking better. i've been ill, but recovery seems imminent. falling behind in the things one has to do. feeling overwhelmed by the banality of it all. forging on despite, in spite.


face or vase?

-joanna

i am drinking a glass of wine for dinner.

i suppose i should update this thing. lately, stuff has been happening.

bad:
no new york program, bored as hell, miss people (i.e. jane claire, sarah houston, sarah prospero, my parents, nathan, danny, kristen), sleeping a lot, sad, plant died, slept through class today, strange living situation, nostalgia for last year, weird skin rashes from ceramics.

good:
no sodexho cafeteria food, loving sarah lindley, going to chicago this weekend, planning debauchery for when j.c. returns, radio show (sundays 5 - 7 pm), access to kitchen, quiet living quarters, huge room to myself, declared art/art history major, easy classes (see previous), job in ceramics studio, glass of wine for dinner, less internet time-suckage, lost freshman 15, lots of money, concerta, new pair of earrings.

so, overall, things are good? and just because i love google image search:



I-N-R-I,
Joanna

i was in such a good mood. i was driving home listening to the radio and i thought i heard some rapper use the line "tour de france" in a chorus in addition to utilizing the often-neglected perfect fourth interval.

then i get home and my dog pukes on my bed.

so it goes.

p.s. i leave for school on saturday. i have hella shit to do.

i'm stuck in a sort of Cartesian mind/body split at the moment. perhaps it is the mechanical motion of picking up a phone over and over and over. or perhaps an insistance that my physical actions have nothing to do with my general worth as a human being.

i need to wash my fucking face.