Having Fun

Ugh, well, if I have to write a blog about having fun... then that really says a lot about what's going on with me and my world around me... Life really hasn't been too too much fun, although, I still think that that I have a ton of fun with the friends that are in my life, whenever I get to hang out with them.

but here's a clip from another blogger..
Tips on having fun.

1. Stop hiding who you really are.
2. Start being intensely selfish.
3. Stop following the rules.
4. Start scaring yourself.
5. Stop taking it all so damn seriously.
6. Start getting rid of the crap.
7. Stop being busy.
8. Start something.
9. Don’t worry what others will think about you.

I think I pretty much need to do all of this. but with moderation.

So I got a studio space!!!
I'm excited and also.... a bit doubtful of having gotten a studio space at art explosion... I guess it's a good thing. I'll let you know how it goes next week. I'm moving in this weekend, and I'm excited about the potential. I'm going to meet a bunch of people who are maybe just like me... or just really crazy. :D

I think I'd like to set up a challenge for myself in terms of what I want to do with the new found space... and maybe I can base the challenge on the 8 principle that this random person came up with above.

Also, since Amy always raves about Martha Stewart, I got MS's book on starting up a business. It's sort of like her biography. She's not a bad writer. Her personality really comes out... She wrote that she would approach any business venture like a good cooking extravaganza. Get all of the ingredients first! So she means that you should do all of the research before venturing onto a new business. I think this is a way to set up control, that way you can play and be creative with the rules that are already set up. I could see how that could be a key to success; a good balance of control and exploration. Martha Stewart seems a bit anal and controling. I think the way I approach cooking is always to find what I can do with what's in the cupboard or pantry.

The next book that I want to read is... Elanor Rosevelt... Who's definately one of my heros. I really don't like interacting with women who are serious and dry, but I love getting to know abut what they do, how they do it, and pretty much how kick ass they are.

Meistakes...

Are kind of personal, but I guess I'm not very private so I'm going to share it here.

It's a bit embarassing how much trouble I'm having with everything. But there's really no shame in things that are beyond my control, and especially if I try my best. As long as I find out what the miestakes are, then I just have to work towards changing it, and that's just so fucking annoying. I really couldn't say that I was a good employee before...

Worker

As I work more, and it's been about a year since I've graduated, and been in the 'worker' world... I'm starting to gain more control over the whole thing.

What do I mean by 'control'?

It means having a certain goal, of something that you want to get... and sometimes making different moves, to refrain, to let it be, to let it out, to be, and most of the times to act in order to get that goal. There's a certain kind of conscious decision making... or deciding against pressure and habit insstead of running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

This is completely addictive behavior... and sometimes, I have to admit, must be pathetic in the eyes of other people. I use to watch people like me, and feel like they are crazy or just plain pathetic... I like it now. It's not that pathetic yet.

My right eye is twitching. What is it from? Is it from the two cups of coffee I had today? Or is it from the three beers and the margarita that I'm working on right now?

Sometimes I feel like I am running a marathon. Sometimes, it gets boring.

Sometimes I forget to pee when I'm working.

Sometimes I just want to forget my body. I want to run, I want to work, I want to GO and forget the carnal world.

I told Hin that my boss doesn't think that I'm going to be an architect.. and he said that 'no body knows your potential. Even you don't.' What a wonderfully poetic reply.

I think this is why my mother biked 100 miles on a mountain bike. I think this is why people climb mountains, climb sky scrapers, or become alchies. Do things that's potential bad for themselvees. Just so that they could find their limit.

I wonder how I'm going to find my limit.

Architecture Jerk

I get so heated sometimes, I lose sight of things around me...

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On Drawing

So I worked on an old drawing this Sunday. There was a break through and the drawing is getting better. I got excited about this, and now, I want to start on a large cow butt painting. It's something that I've been wanting to do for a while.

I'm looking for the largest paper that I can get my hands on. I want to draw with my whole body. I want to stand on my toes and stretch. I want to be covered in graphite dust and make an impeccable drawing of a huge cow butt.

So to continue on my last post... I feel like I'm still looking for the same thing that drew me to California 8 years ago. A soul mate and art.

I think sometimes, I am amazed at my friends. They are all so different and special, I feel so blessed to be with them when I can. It makes me sad to think of the day when we have to part ways... but I guess that's why you keep on making new friends. And I miss people too much to let them go from my life. Old friends are definate keepers.

Adventure in Richmond

I was biking in the Mission yesterday, and my bike got caught in the train tracks. I fell down and scraped my leg and my elbow. Well, the next day when I woke up, my body ached like it's been through a train wreck. I guess that's what 30 is.... Kelley was like, 'Well, Reiko, I hate to break it to you but....', I'm not exactly spring chicken any more. Leave it up to Kelley to state the obvious.

In someways, in many ways, I feel that I'm reborn again this year. I am trying old things and new things, and as my co-worker said, 30 is the new 20.


When I was 21, I moved out to California, and I was looking for a soul mate, I wanted to be an artist, and I wanted to be free. I found what I had been looking for effortlessly, and that was great. Now, I'm not exactly sure what I'm looking for... Or, actually, I think I have an incling, but it's just a precious feeling right now.

I've been feeling a bit weird about being single... but as I look around, I realize, there's a hell of a lot of singles... young, old, beautiful, ugly, deranged, poor, nice, stupid, smart, alchy, introverted, extroverted, crazy, normal, boring, fat, skinny, girly, macho, and all that. It doesn't seem like there's a certain typology of a person who's great at being in relationships. I've been trying to answer the question 'What the hell is wrong with me?' and I'm starting to think that, there's a whole lot of things wrong with me... but then so's the whole world around me.

We went biking along the bay trail today, and it was really nice. Very warm weekend.

We had encountered a parade of Ford T's. Aparently, they go AOOOOOOGA!

And a Red Victory Ship, that's going to turn into a park.
And a large windowless concrete building. I'm going to have my wedding in here.

The best thing that I've discovered on the trip, was Point Richmond. There's a tiny tiny hidden town that looks like something from the old old west. I think I'm moving to Richmond.