This is inspired by someone I wish didn't inspire me

[krafey]

I need a place that can be my "office." i'm thinking at the crafts center im just gonna stay later and do work there and zone out.


INTERRUPTING MYSELF: My sister just said this to me: thanks for being my sister I never had a sister really and when you were little, I still didn't really have a sister but now I feel like I have a sister like in the having someone you can count on and always talk to kind of sister
I am done being mushy. I have to work

I love my family. They give me warm fuzzy feelings that I can't explain. i know they'll always be there for me. im so excited to go to synagogue tomorrow with my sister's crew. it's also gonna be wonderful being in a service where it is mostly in hebrew. sometimes i think im more conservative than i am.

EDIT: Been talking to Mor, Shimon, Feldi and Adi a lot. I miss them...

ok. on a similar note, ive always thought with the school year starting that this really is the "new year." So hear are some things I'd like to see myself do:

--write more
--check out art all the time
--read something that engages you
--travel on the weekends or whenever you places you want to go to
--do what you want whenever you want.
--don't hope for what you know isn't likely
--throw yourself into art (whatever your definition of art is...) everyday
--continue to live this spontaneous life you've chosen for yourself

Usually answers are more "read this" "go here" but i never stick to that kind of stuff. so im trying something new. less full of pressure.

what is YOUR definition of art?

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[binaryasylum.livejournal.com]

"Randomness is sequential for maintaining a happy, bow-tied life."

Warning- contains a rambling story that has a point, I swear.

[ladyscience.livejournal.com]

When I was in high school, I had to take a class called "Theory of Knowledge". It was all about how people think, why they think the way they do, how culture affects thinking, systems of thinking and philosophy, etc. Basically, it was a class in which all we did was think about thinking. Which was way more interesting in practice than it sounds.

ANYWAY, one of the classes was on the definition of art. We each had to draw a picture at the beginning of class. So we're drawing away, making all sorts of crazy pictures with magic markers that would make the masters cry in agony. Then, together as a class, we came up with a definition of art. I don't remember our exact definition, but I do remember that the guy that drew a black outline of the clock above the chalkboard created the only piece of art by our definition.

Moral of the story- I have no definition of art, except as an expression of one's inner emotions.