Monday, December 31, 2007

March


"You could be banned from the state of Kansas and you may have to pay us 1000 dollars each."

APRIL

Here I am trying to look remorseful on April 25th.  Convincing?

Mumbling Misty May

June

Summer school.
Apartment adventures: Monina squatted on my couch for a month.
The longest day I spent outside and watched the sky until no more light was left.

Jghhgjhgjhjhjuly


On the 31st I took a handsome picture of a rag.

August

Drove back to school with my parents.  Stopped in Hannibal Missouri to see where Mark Twain grew up.
School Resumed.

September

New friends Edouardo and Sovannarah.
Learned how to sew with a machine FINALLY.

Oooo October


That kitchen supplies only thrift store discovery trip with Margaret.

NOvember ugh.

Epic orange week: wore monochrome, ate orange lived in entire orange gallery working on collaborative orange projects.

December

2007

I am shocked when I think of what has occurred over the duration of the past year.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Re: Photos taken during Moysha's visit

On 28/12/2007, GARFIELD!!!  wrote:
Well.  When I was young, young, young human being (3 or 4 years of age.) I was not fond of the name "Anja."  In fact I didn't like being a human being at all.  I would have preferred to have been a cat.  So I adopted the name of a popular cat so that everyone could clearly see that I was one.  People kept calling me Anja despite my efforts.  It was then that I would yell: I'M NOT ANJA I'M GARFIELD!  Then people started calling me Notanja.

 
Around age 4 or 5 I felt sorry for the name Anja and decided just to go along with things.  I should change my email signature though, because too many people ask me about it.


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SINCERELY, NOT ANJA I'M GARFIELD!

HiberNation



Well! 

 

 
Uh.  I'm.  I'ma

 
I'ma long-snouted elephant shrew- yahoo!  I run with my pack of crumpled clothes and reading material.  A barricade from the bears who repeat everything that is stated on NPR in excited yells.  
And hibernation is sweeping the nation 
because the foundation 
is leveling higher and progressively whiter: 
the loose eyelashes itched offa God's face 
are replacing exits with mounds of stay-in-your-place.

 
Uh-yeeeah


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SINCERELY, NOT ANJA I'M GARFIELD!

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

The Yowlings are Back

I did it again. Here is my second attempt at being a MUSICIAN. If you like the whistled songs of happy janitors or particularly moving furnace ditties then NOTANJA may be just the kind of music for you. Especially if you haven't a solid music education. I like my stuff a lot and I want to share it but I do realize that I well um. Just go and have yourself a good hear for yourself. ( Just click on the The Yowlings are Back headline.)

UNRELATED SIDE NOTE:
Also, If you are named Treehorn McAllistor I have a message for you.
END OF SIDE NOTE, IGNORE! IGNORE!

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Merry Christmas Grandma.

It's a good thing you don't check my blog because this is supposed to
be a surprise.

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Monday, December 17, 2007

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Attempt 46: Sunlight Breaks in Crack of Trash Can

It has been about four days of sitting on banana peels that should have been composted. Now I am ready. I only vaguely remember how to lift the trash lid back up. I am making the trip. Sharp and cold winter air slices into my nostrils. I close the lid. My vison is completely green from the light. This is remarkable because I forgot about light and seeing altogether.

Sound is the only thing that seems to penetrate the metal of my capsule. Someone driving past is blaring that Elvis song "Blue Christmas." I think it is dusk since the cries of the crows are present. The furnace of the building behind me growls defending its inhabitants. Some of the plastic bags in the other trash cans are flapping since it is windy. My favorite sound of all is the bag of chips that someone is eating out of around the corner.

Come on over here into the alley.


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