tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635394195237376142024-03-13T14:24:40.972-07:00Ian and the ZooIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-32576781526053400332010-06-01T18:59:00.000-07:002010-06-01T19:06:32.910-07:00MlarkyvisionLately I have been helping out with the television and film production studio, Studio 13. My friend Eugene from Collective Hardware is in-house right now finishing up editing Mlarky, a web series being shown on atom.com and Comedy Central soon. I have been playing assistant but have seen the show develop from raw footage into polished episodes and that has been very cool. There are four episodes up on atom.com right now and they are doing really well. Take a look!<br /><br /><a style="display:block; color:#ffffff; width:421px; padding:5px 0px 7px 5px; background:#000000; font-family:Georgia, Palatino, Times New Roman; text-decoration:none; font-size:14px; font-weight:bold;" href="http://www.atom.com/funny_videos/mlarky_104/">M'Larky 104 - Chocolatey Justice</a><embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:hcx:content:atom.com:308ff97e-570b-4f6e-8e11-a45c77661464" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" width="425" height="354" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="autoPlay=false"></embed><div style="border-top:1px solid #343f43; padding:5px 0 7px 0; text-align:center; width:426px; font: bold 10px verdana, sans-serif; color:#c1ddf2; background:#000000;">Atom.com: <a href="http://www.atom.com/" target="_blank" style="color:#c1ddf2; margin:0 5px;">Funny Videos</a> | <a href="http://www.atom.com/channels/category_atom_orig/?tab=channels" target="_blank" style="color:#c1ddf2; margin-left:5px;">Atom Originals</a> | <a href="http://www.atom.com/channels/category_cartoons/?tab=channels" target="_blank" style="color:#c1ddf2; margin:0 5px;">Funny Animation</a></div><br /><br />ianIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-1186561048997458872010-05-11T22:37:00.001-07:002010-05-11T22:51:49.068-07:001982<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S-pBDN1kZVI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vsMHJtcO-jA/s1600/kharing1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S-pBDN1kZVI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vsMHJtcO-jA/s400/kharing1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470256220904645970" /></a><br /><br />"...I do not have dreams of saving the world. However, I am in the world and I am a human being. In 1982, with telephones and radio, computers and airplanes, world news and video tape, satellites and automobiles, human beings are still frighteningly similar to human beings 2,000 years ago. I am scared to death.<div><br /></div><div>I think I was born an artist. I think I have a responsibility to live up to that. I've spent my life up to this point trying to find out just what that responsibility is. I learned from studying other artists' lives and studying the world. Now I live in New York City, which I believe to be the center of the world. My contribution to the world is my ability to draw. I will draw as much as I can for as many people as I can for as long as I can. Drawing is still basically the same as it has been since prehistoric times. It brings together man and the world. It lives through magic."</div><div><br /></div><div>-keith haring, excerpt from <i>Journals</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I read that on the train today and thought how close to my own situation that hits. Also, one of the books Haring mentions reading in his journals was the one I was reading previously. The Politics of Experience by R.D. Laing. Almost thirty years have passed since he wrote that down and the same themes recur. It's helpful to read about people having similar struggles.</div><div><br /></div><div>ian</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ian Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-50293635679175151642010-04-27T09:59:00.000-07:002010-04-27T10:11:31.357-07:00random work<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S9cYkDzR49I/AAAAAAAAAcE/d7nUJkq8iJo/s1600/eatlittle2+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S9cYkDzR49I/AAAAAAAAAcE/d7nUJkq8iJo/s400/eatlittle2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464863680612131794" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S9cYKJ6TWCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/7oY-dH7jetk/s400/deadmeat.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464863235575601186" /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S9cYRWAOUHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fM4mTn9i6QM/s400/leopardandgirl.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464863359080747122" /><br /><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S9cYD8gGdgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NPWV7_sN3qw/s400/faceinverted.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464863128896828930" /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">These are a few images i could find on my computer fast. I am trying to keep producing. Saturday I worked with Collective to do a video installation for a collaborative party at one of Warhols old spaces on Bond street. My next project is editing a series of viral short clips to drum up interest in the movie we are filming with director Dan Fogler. I am working 5-6 days a week at the Standard Grill (rough) and wondering why I dont have a social life.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">v</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Ian Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-40224049375593235402010-03-30T10:23:00.000-07:002010-03-30T10:25:28.032-07:00weirdo wall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S7Iz6gu4NXI/AAAAAAAAAbk/n9qvloenZO8/s1600/paintingwall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S7Iz6gu4NXI/AAAAAAAAAbk/n9qvloenZO8/s400/paintingwall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454479179011077490" /></a><br />I got some new batteries in my digital camera so I will have more to show soon. This is a photo of my bedroom wall right now, with all the resident paintings. More to come.<div><br /></div><div>Ian</div>Ian Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-66496300648239247432010-03-22T09:31:00.000-07:002010-03-22T09:50:29.758-07:00Rains On My Day Off<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S6eeWEFRj5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/JmZ4OkInf1Y/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-03-17+at+6.39.27+PM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S6eeWEFRj5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/JmZ4OkInf1Y/s400/Screen+shot+2010-03-17+at+6.39.27+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451499975845449618" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>I finally scheduled an eye exam so I can wear contacts again. Right now I have a trial pair in and after seven months of glasses only, it is a little strange. I was walking around today with an umbrella feeling better about brooklyn. It looks like a slow mending process has started and that is a really great thing. Having money for groceries and replacing worn-out clothing feels weird after scrapping like a street urchin for so long.<div><br /></div><div>Ronnie Cutrone, a famous painter from Warhols Factory, saw the above painting I did and told me he really liked how stupid it was. He told me stupid is a good thing. Ill take the compliment.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S6eeAiIZ8oI/AAAAAAAAAbU/HIFubJ9z4G8/s400/front.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451499605954523778" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>v</div><div><br /></div>Ian Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-9670816839796984992010-02-07T16:42:00.001-08:002010-02-07T17:24:28.322-08:00Four Months Ago I had a Blog<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S29fs1dxaNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qwkvvAD1gQU/s400/highline-standard_hotel1248651063.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435668499130312914" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Sorry. I just got a job at the Standard Hotel, working in the restaurant. I work in the mornings bussing away the dishes of the rich and famous. At night I work at the artist collective Collective Hardware. We just had an exhibition opening for the manager of Radiohead, Brian Ormond. Currently I am assisting in editing a feature film as well as doing general event production and design for event promotion mostly. I have been painting lately but not enough. I eat any free food that is anywhere near me. The coffee shop I worked at in Hoboken closed down in January. I lost the phone I hated so for now I am only contactable via internet. I still live with Willy and he is still a rockstar menswear designer at J Crew.<div><br /></div><div><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S29f9DlLBCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/jysB9cLGw5s/s400/paintinginroom2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435668777797354530" /><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S29iPKU7fJI/AAAAAAAAAbE/RWWU0eT8m04/s400/Photo+8832.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 367px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435671287869176978" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Above is a drawing I did of a girl I work with and it is pretty accurate. I finished reading Catch 22, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, and right now am halfway through Black Boy by Richard Wright (the autobiography of my favorite author.)</div><div><br /></div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/S29jWYgGNUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/dWrLPKkNzZQ/s400/facesinthedark.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435672511444825410" /><div><br /></div><div>ian</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Ian Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-84734556489931160482009-10-15T23:59:00.001-07:002009-10-16T00:13:17.257-07:00I have no idea what happened.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/StgcbSriaSI/AAAAAAAAAas/wbYr-2kMDfM/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/StgcbSriaSI/AAAAAAAAAas/wbYr-2kMDfM/s400/Picture+17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393091808972663074" border="0" /></a><br />I have no idea what happened but I am now part of a magazine that is part of a collective that is the up and coming art circle in new york city and that is exploding and growing exponentially. Today we moved into our new office on the fifth floor of <a href="http://scallywagandvagabond.com/2009/10/collective-hardware-trying-to-fight-the-right-fight/">Collective Hardware</a>, a collection of painters, film-makers, actors and tresses, and all around exciting people. The founder of facebook Sean Parker ( a man worth 4 billion dollars) strolls in wearing a violet crushed velvet suit jacket and sash and hangs out for an hour. One of the members of the collective is dating Lizzy Jagger, Sean Lennon hangs out there, on Sunday his brother is filming in the building, tomorrow we are screening and hosting some filming of the work of actor and director Dan Fogler. Eventually I will start doing video for the site (scallywagandvagabond.com) as well as art directing, designing, and helping out with some of the writing. Things are shaping up in a very crazy way.<br /><br />ianIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-56350376922271731912009-09-14T19:16:00.000-07:002009-09-14T19:48:16.779-07:00Weekend Paraphernalia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sq77HDjzB7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/2Koeqo0e6go/s1600-h/badge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sq77HDjzB7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/2Koeqo0e6go/s400/badge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381514703387428786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Willy managed to get himself and I involved with the All Tomorrows Parties music festival in the Catskills which just wrapped up less than twenty four hours ago. What this means is I was able to see Sufjan Stevens, Autolux, Crystal Castles, Animal Collective, Black Dice, Deer Hunter, Deer Hoof, Panda Bear, Suicide, Eugene Mirman, David Cross, etc. while helping man reception, merch table, dressing room prep and other odd jobs they sent my way. I met two amazing artists there (and I mean like rock star amazing) one of which was gary baseman who is a painter, toy maker, traveller, and cartoon producer all in one. He gave me a sticker and his card so I reciprocated with my card and a sticker that I designed (just happened to have it with me.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sq77NPfTxoI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Nh96vGpLaIQ/s1600-h/basemanstickerjpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sq77NPfTxoI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Nh96vGpLaIQ/s400/basemanstickerjpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381514809669043842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sq77Vp1EVhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RgXXcLF0kQ8/s1600-h/basemancard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sq77Vp1EVhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RgXXcLF0kQ8/s400/basemancard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381514954178582034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.michaelmichaelmotorcycle.com/">Michael Michael Motorcycle</a> (which believe it or not, isnt his real last name) and I ended up eating a few meals together and talking about screen printing and poster making. On the last day i gave him one of my knife zines that Elliot and I had made over the summer which he seemed to have dug. Click on the link to see some of his pieces, they are phenomenal.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sq78agyTwZI/AAAAAAAAAac/RUXC45hk3ic/s1600-h/mirman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sq78agyTwZI/AAAAAAAAAac/RUXC45hk3ic/s400/mirman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381516137162064274" border="0" /></a><br />And the final piece (above) is a fathers day card <a href="http://eugenemirman.com/">Eugene Mirman</a> thought would be a good idea. He had about five different messages but they were all printed on the same pretty butterfly. He read each one and handed it to an audience member and I got this one by telling him i wanted it. Strange how that works.<br /><br />And there isnt a picture for this but on the last day I was eating dinner in the production team/artist catering area by myself when a guy in jacket and hoodie and a girl in tight black pants sat down at the table next to me. This vague description that matched a record cover and the fact that crystal castles were playing that night led me to ask about it and we got into a conversation about whoopi goldberg, patrick swayze, and a few other celebrities. I changed tables and sat with them, trying to keep up with stories about the klaxons, peaches, whoever wrote I Hate Mondays in the eighties, and who was getting who hooked on heroin. Normal conversation I guess. Well heres the record cover actually.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sq7_oiXH1sI/AAAAAAAAAak/UwhT8owROJU/s1600-h/Crystal_Castles_-_Crystal_Castles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sq7_oiXH1sI/AAAAAAAAAak/UwhT8owROJU/s400/Crystal_Castles_-_Crystal_Castles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381519676637959874" border="0" /></a><br />It was by far the best job i have ever had. Being surrounded by cute English (not British, I was corrected) and Austrailian girls is definitely something Im going to miss.<br /><br />IanIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-30100011577826037872009-09-06T12:42:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:44:05.936-07:00sighting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SqQQyo527JI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ni1mdHuTjbg/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SqQQyo527JI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ni1mdHuTjbg/s400/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378442317146811538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You will never guess who I saw at Union Pool last night.Ian Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-32526116422252300312009-09-03T16:22:00.000-07:002009-09-03T16:30:28.102-07:00the laddtter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SqBQmzAsteI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/EvUA0pvpfNM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SqBQmzAsteI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/EvUA0pvpfNM/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377386582538761698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />it is so hard to tell whether these instances of intense self-doubt are moments of clarity or not. all the evidence is here to suggest the former. im getting kicked around out here.Ian Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-42065632062288570082009-08-30T16:14:00.000-07:002009-08-30T18:11:54.414-07:00slow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SpsIWcDhOpI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2J8aAs5alOY/s1600-h/hey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SpsIWcDhOpI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2J8aAs5alOY/s400/hey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375899761777916562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SpsJTOPRyvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_Nqrens_33Y/s1600-h/kitt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SpsJTOPRyvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_Nqrens_33Y/s400/kitt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375900806041160434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Things in New York are pretty slow. Michael Jackson had a postmortem birthday party on Saturday in Brooklyn, thrown by Spike Lee. I went to the Frank Lloyd Wright retrospective at the Guggenheim. I emailed probably close to sixty eight hundred craigslist posters and have gotten two responses so far but they have both been good. I completed my first freelance job yesterday and realized I have never designed anything for eight hours in a row.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SpsLMp6wuYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WjkuOgHG2lk/s1600-h/polar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SpsLMp6wuYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WjkuOgHG2lk/s400/polar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375902892235471234" border="0" /></a><br />Right now I have a bunch of different projects going including a little book of drawings i did on scraps of paper, an illustrate bizarre headlines from the ny times project, in addition to the projects I ve finished so far (designed and printed a skateboard deck, personal business cards, redesigned my physical portfolio, did an icon set for a film making website, ordered a batch of stickers, and put together two magazine articles to go to press.) The only thing thats rough about all of this is the state of my bank account. But I am doing my best to be frugal.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SpsNyql24FI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Bm9gcPVvTgw/s1600-h/torso.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SpsNyql24FI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Bm9gcPVvTgw/s400/torso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375905744274514002" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I move into my permanent apartment on Tuesday with Willy as my roommate. We have access to two roofs and conjoined rooms and we are located above a diner with cheap pancakes. Speaking of rooves, i have to go watch the sunset on the Manhattan skyline.<br /><br /><br /><br />V<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SpsjJZXXtDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/byydHq4SiII/s1600-h/skyline.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SpsjJZXXtDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/byydHq4SiII/s400/skyline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375929224531522610" border="0" /></a>Ian Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-62895823055279243952009-08-17T10:29:00.000-07:002009-08-17T10:33:23.229-07:00link<a href="http://www.createdemocracy.com/submissions/20/capitalism-loves-its-little-democracy-yes-it-does.html">Click Here </a>for a quick link to my aforementioned democracy piece. If you have the time and inclination you should sign up (takes one minute) and say that mine is the best. Well Dylan's and mine are anyways.<br /><br />The New York sun is murderous. I think it was 95 yesterday. No more leaving the house.<br /><br />IanIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-6616188752646884052009-08-14T10:45:00.000-07:002009-08-14T10:59:37.591-07:00Democracy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SoWlB6Wm1JI/AAAAAAAAAZE/t9VWB7quMnY/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SoWlB6Wm1JI/AAAAAAAAAZE/t9VWB7quMnY/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879582971712658" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My work is in another spot on the internet tube. My submission for the design competition run by Createdemocracy.com was accepted! Now some dumb voting goes on and then the favorite pieces get shown at an exhibition in Newcastle and are published in a legit book. So fingers crossed. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.createdemocracy.com"></a><a href="http://www.createdemocracy.com">www.createdemocracy.com</a><br /><br />Im in Brooklyn these days, trying to chase down leads on jobs. Slowly but surely.<br /><br />VIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-46149470515229726772009-08-06T22:20:00.000-07:002009-08-06T22:26:57.451-07:00New York on Saturday Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Snu6V0MMSiI/AAAAAAAAAY8/cTrbJue6pRo/s1600-h/owl2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Snu6V0MMSiI/AAAAAAAAAY8/cTrbJue6pRo/s400/owl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367088264891877922" border="0" /></a><br />I<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">'</span>ve been having bad dreams all summer but this morning I woke up exhausted. I move to Brooklyn on Saturday but I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">haven't</span> been stressed about it really until today. And it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">isn't</span> even me who is stressed, my subconscious is messing with me at night, making my stomach hurt during the day and it just is getting old. Hopefully after the move I will calm down.<br /><br />I am still looking for a job but I think once I land in New York I<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">'ll be able to set things up more quickly and hopefully figure something out.<br /></span>Ian Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-28739484421854589182009-07-19T11:27:00.000-07:002009-07-19T11:45:37.891-07:00living on creditFour new projects on my <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ianvens.com">website</a> and I am calling it done. No more working on it, I forbid it. Next step is to line up interviews and find a place for Willy and Myself to live for relatively cheap. emphasis on relative. Willy is interning at J Crew at Astor Place in Manhattan (pretty sure of the location) which he seems to be enjoying. My friends Dylan and Derek moved in together (Platonic) recently, Derek i believe is taking an internship with <a href="http://method.com/">Method</a> and Dylan is freelancing and helping put together the music magazine <a href="http://www.self-titledmag.com/home/about-us/">Self Titled.</a> Oh and Lydia is working at <a href="http://grahamhanson.com/">Graham (cracker) Hanson design.</a> I feel like a slob.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SmNo1U4FhuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/9w-AG_tKinI/s1600-h/vens_poolparties.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SmNo1U4FhuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/9w-AG_tKinI/s400/vens_poolparties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360243246847330018" border="0" /></a>This is a poster i designed and send to the people who run the Brooklyn Pool Parties. They liked the poster but already had one (which i knew) and had two staff designers (which i did not know.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SmNpeRN6B1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/R89N7bzqzwY/s1600-h/Picture+27.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SmNpeRN6B1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/R89N7bzqzwY/s400/Picture+27.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360243950239745874" border="0" /></a>This is a sort of harassment poster in the works i think. well i am off to have lots and lots of fun.<br /><br />VIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-86078414727578896152009-07-01T11:07:00.000-07:002009-07-01T11:15:20.105-07:00Back In New York, Stuck in Moline, Back in Iowa, Bought a Sweatshirt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SkumsF1NXKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/uApPDiSKkUY/s1600-h/theproblem.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SkumsF1NXKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/uApPDiSKkUY/s400/theproblem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353555858469772450" border="0" /></a><br />Pointless waste of resources and time. If I wanted to see a slash I would draw a diagonal line on a page. I dont need to open a book to get my fix. Thanks anyways.<br /><br />After being back in New York I realized I cant really imagine moving anywhere else. At least at this point in time. I need to fix up my portfolio. I just finished up a series of wallpapers for the new iPhones. If you are Richy Rich iPhone owner, you can download the designs <a href="http://ianvens.com/index.php?/projects/iphone/">here.</a><br /><br />New Zine in the works, check back soon.<br /><br />VIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-63033185250059208482009-06-06T23:49:00.000-07:002009-06-06T23:52:52.613-07:00uk thinks im cool.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SitjPtxXZVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/RJSGvjA1d9o/s1600-h/dirtymouse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SitjPtxXZVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/RJSGvjA1d9o/s400/dirtymouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344474504441062738" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.dirtymouse.co.uk/design/ian-vens/">http://www.dirtymouse.co.uk/design/ian-vens/</a><br /><br />So I made the blogs yesterday! The design blogs are a staple in every designers daily browsing with new posts promoting the work of swell designers and I appeared on my very first one. Smart, cool. Take a look.<br /><br />IanIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-39361032338827312862009-06-01T23:12:00.000-07:002009-06-01T23:18:06.665-07:00bird bird bird<a href="http://www.threadless.com/submission/214482/Banana_Bird_s_New_Glasses?streetteam=ianvens" title="Banana Bird\'s New Glasses - Threadless, Best T-shirts Ever"><img src="http://www.threadless.com/subbanner/214482/banner1.png" alt="Banana Bird\'s New Glasses - Threadless, Best T-shirts Ever" border="0" height="119" width="220" /></a><br /><br /><br />So the summer has allowed me to become attached to the internet and in doing so, I have decided I want to win at least one design competition before I die. (I actually did win a contest when i was in preschool for drawing the best Iowa City Public Library related drawing. Cant remember what the prize was.) Anyways.<br /><br />I entered a threadless competition so if the judges think it isnt crap it will be in the running for getting printed. I will keep you updated and let you know when you HAVE TO VOTE FOR IT.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SiTDYPHpiNI/AAAAAAAAAYU/XKO5Llp7GCA/s1600-h/vens_submission2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SiTDYPHpiNI/AAAAAAAAAYU/XKO5Llp7GCA/s400/vens_submission2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342609879111141586" border="0" /></a><br />kidding. But not about you having to vote for it.<br /><br />vIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-28091460994975670752009-05-25T16:57:00.000-07:002009-05-25T17:06:52.799-07:00BACK INTO IT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/ShsxnUq3voI/AAAAAAAAAYE/W5sdYGvBTWk/s1600-h/hi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/ShsxnUq3voI/AAAAAAAAAYE/W5sdYGvBTWk/s400/hi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339916334811037314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I just found out that a national contest i entered last year declared me Honorable Mention and NOBODY decided to tell me about it. I found out by the superstar act of googling your own name.<br />Every student on the list of winners was from Iowa State was pretty cool, just wish i would have been informed i was on it.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.design.iastate.edu/GD/happenings.php">http://www.design.iastate.edu/GD/happenings.php</a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/ShsxAfVXMNI/AAAAAAAAAX8/8Yv2z-Kwx9w/s1600-h/4329_650518703310_16913296_39695137_7176781_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/ShsxAfVXMNI/AAAAAAAAAX8/8Yv2z-Kwx9w/s400/4329_650518703310_16913296_39695137_7176781_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339915667658715346" border="0" /></a><br />My good friend Dylan is in NYC for the summer getting all the big jobs and I hate him for that. I plan on visiting in July and moving out there in August to find a home for my work. Speaking of which, I have super finalized my website at <a href="http://www.ianvens.com/">ianvens.com</a>. Hopefully it will land me some sort of adult person job I enjoy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/ShsyZvantZI/AAAAAAAAAYM/kf9Qu1e4cx0/s1600-h/strip.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/ShsyZvantZI/AAAAAAAAAYM/kf9Qu1e4cx0/s400/strip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339917200984094098" border="0" /></a><br />Oh, and two of my friends are featured on the blog Form Fifty Five today. You should check them out <a href="http://www.formfiftyfive.com/?p=6209">here </a>and <a href="http://www.formfiftyfive.com/?p=6203">here</a>. Working hard to get ISU back on the map in the design world.<br /><br />have a nice day! Ill try to keep the blog a little more up to date than it has been in the past...sorry.<br /><br /><br />IanIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-87601473834758167522009-04-04T01:51:00.000-07:002009-04-04T02:06:03.096-07:00not much sleeping<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sdcgznuyu-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/CYDWqqB3jqM/s1600-h/scribss3.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sdcgznuyu-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/CYDWqqB3jqM/s400/scribss3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320757555972193250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />i dont really know for sure what to write about, school is ending in four weeks and that is a real strange thing seeing as how i remember the first week of college like it happened a month ago. and now its over and i have to get a job that doesnt suck. a peer of mine got a job already and when i heard that instead of being happy for them i felt relieved that it wasnt me. i think a regular design job may be a terrible thing. but i dont know i suppose.<br /><br />my new website is up at www.ianvens.com.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sdch-IW4TdI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vRGuXtd1p8s/s1600-h/IMG_2326.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/Sdch-IW4TdI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vRGuXtd1p8s/s400/IMG_2326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320758836040584658" border="0" /></a><br />I found this photo the other day that Mike Perry took. Its the only evidence that I was actually there over the summer. Priceless! Im sittng on the floor, Jim Stoten is in the chair and Katy Levy is in the far space. Swell.<br /><br />Tomorrow I model clothes for judging day of the fashion show followed by a preparty at club element. Hopefully i dont collapse or explode. fingers crossed.<br /><br />I had a mug with rabbits on it until an hour ago when Franklin the cat jumped on the cabinet and smashed it on the ground.<br /><br />VIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-56884113955393777972009-03-08T19:22:00.001-07:002009-03-08T19:35:21.799-07:00how long has it been, really.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SbR_xxWez0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/V5EyspN-eJM/s1600-h/2589_537618097579_71801664_32625865_6448034_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SbR_xxWez0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/V5EyspN-eJM/s400/2589_537618097579_71801664_32625865_6448034_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311010353614606146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SbR_xkahTAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LLX0q7wsoMw/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SbR_xkahTAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LLX0q7wsoMw/s400/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311010350141885442" border="0" /></a><br />The semester came and now is halfway done. I feel like time is moving fast and excruciatingly slow right now. The days and minutes alternate which one is the tortoise and which is the hare. My african american literature class is by far my favorite and philosophy 201 is the most pathetically slow-moving class ive had in a very long time.<br /><br />Im trying to figure out where to go after school and right now Minneapolis isnt sounding as good as it once did. Im thinking more and more about New York, I mean I have friends there and some contacts I suppose. The field I used to lie on at night during the summer is now a giant hole with a box building starting to poke out. Cranes, steel, and garbage, ugh.<br /><br />VIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-20745331276516617112008-12-14T10:07:00.000-08:002008-12-14T14:24:53.508-08:00my toes have my favorite feet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SUVM9sE0FyI/AAAAAAAAAVY/T-yCsyQj-7k/s1600-h/magicfountain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SUVM9sE0FyI/AAAAAAAAAVY/T-yCsyQj-7k/s400/magicfountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279710760848856866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SUVM9MN2kzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/EI2QMZ2WwwA/s1600-h/DSC00434.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SUVM9MN2kzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/EI2QMZ2WwwA/s400/DSC00434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279710752296833842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SUVM8xM9cQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yx3cwg-syP4/s1600-h/DSC00430.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SUVM8xM9cQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yx3cwg-syP4/s400/DSC00430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279710745045332226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SUVM8SkZo3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/l5FDxt3pab8/s1600-h/DSC00423.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SUVM8SkZo3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/l5FDxt3pab8/s400/DSC00423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279710736822150002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SUVM7hzuTQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gjIDTHcON9w/s1600-h/DSC00421.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SUVM7hzuTQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gjIDTHcON9w/s400/DSC00421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279710723733081346" border="0" /></a><br />today i finished the book V by Thomas Pynchon which i bought in Berlin and started reading soon after. it was a thick complex book but should not have taken three and a half months to read.<br /><br />i returned yesterday from Barcelona where i had tickets to a 3 am show of a french singer named Yelle. Catalan is the language of that city but i really didnt know what was being said ever with french lyrics, spanish banter, and occasional english commands to clap your hands.<br /><br />the castle of the fairy king in the picture above is the Sagrada Familia, a church designed by Antoni Gaudi that is still under construction more than 80 years after his death. The photo was taken from the roof of La Pedrera, a Gaudi apartment complex-turned-museum, consequently the next photo up. In the temporary exhibitions they had the work of Rodchenko who is an enormous name in graphic design, he was a pioneer in russian constructivism and slides of his work complete any respectable account of the history of design. Also, the motif of the woman calling in the photo has been ripped off so many times its not even funny (look at the album cover of franz ferdinands second cd).<br /><br />The font magica sprayed colorful against a backdrop of classical music as we drank don simon sangria from a plastic bottle.<br /><br />the zoo was closed so i stuck my feet in the sea. we ate ok tapas and took a nap. at the concert i was forced into remembering high school spanish as security guard was trying to move me while my friend was checking her coat. Esperando para mi amiga. The club was called Razzmatazz and had three dance floors i believe. picture two warehouses put together, then everyone inside standing in line for the coat check. bingo.<br /><br />an english guy named oliver smoked a pipe and djed at a club called milan where we went with a mutt gang of australians, english, americans, spanish, and one canadian. Someone who lived above a bar thought we were being too loud in the street so proceeded to shower us in water.<br /><br />I think i have to go, Jackie O is being a complete pain in the ass. School is over on tuesday i think. I have no idea. i missed the last day of class but it sounds like i was in the majority. what a joke. six days and then...nevermind.<br /><br />VIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-61066729858088949682008-12-14T08:06:00.000-08:002008-12-14T08:29:56.219-08:00nothing, really.The Tiber river flooded and the docked boat that i pass every day on the way to school was destroyed by debris. It floats diagonally in the toxic water.<br /><br />there is a whole generation of girls growing up with nylon magazine and the train wreck celebrities of youth and are learning their tricks. drink heavily and smoke cigarettes because it makes a good photo, not for any pleasure you might get out of it. the more out of control you appear, the better you are.<br /><br />ive discussed it with dylan and our iowa state instruction in graphic design has dissolved into absolute nothingness. it is more detrimental to my learning to be in class next to a professor who only gossips and youtubes and breaks concentration. everything i learn, i learn from designers and artists who are thousands of miles away from me.<br /><br />a man at the girona airport informed me that i cant do online checkin if i am an american citizen. he told me i had to pay twenty euros before i could get my boarding pass. I said the fee should have only been ten euros like on the website. Everything is more expensive at the airport he said. He gave me the bill to pay at a seperate window and i threw it away. I went to the clerk four desks down from him and told him i needed to check in. he told me i had to pay ten euros before i could get my boarding pass. i did so and flew home.<br /><br /><br />VIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-22234017450020868842008-11-09T04:34:00.001-08:002008-11-09T07:03:01.580-08:00photo dump<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbeI8A6HuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9Baf2_AwjtQ/s1600-h/n17401750_30888991_9699.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbeI8A6HuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9Baf2_AwjtQ/s400/n17401750_30888991_9699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266641059386629858" border="0" /></a>I am a terrible blogger. I am too easily distracted and Im sorry for this if anyone regularly checks on my poor attempt at keeping things current.<br /><br />I have still not put anything up from Berlin which was two months ago and im sorry. I went to Stockholm and have not put anything up and im sorry. I just returned from Switzerland and Milan and i dont have anything to put up right now because im shooting on a 35 mm camera because i dont like point and shoots and i need to get my film developed and im sorry. Here are some photos to try to clue in on whats been going on in my post expatriate life. well this first picture is from new york. but i love puzzles.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbeImyztkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vknymcQ6kys/s1600-h/n16918067_38051001_3745.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbeImyztkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vknymcQ6kys/s400/n16918067_38051001_3745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266641053690345026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />pompeii. it started pouring so i took off my shoes and rolled up my jeans. slick footing slipping around on two thousand year old cobblestones.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbt5e1WM7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/vD5YIZPrFLo/s1600-h/n16918067_37869512_2091.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbt5e1WM7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/vD5YIZPrFLo/s400/n16918067_37869512_2091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266658386041516978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />bike riding in holysloot, holland. this is where the magic ferry with the swiss, the dutch, and the italian too<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbxKIaa_uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JAlmpH6FBz4/s1600-h/n16918019_37976015_6458.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbxKIaa_uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JAlmpH6FBz4/s400/n16918019_37976015_6458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266661970615664354" border="0" /></a>k us back across the river.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />cliff jumping in capri. we had about twenty minutes before our ferry left and a school of jelly fish and stung us away.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbxktE_YXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/w-S14bg3xME/s1600-h/n16916926_37806857_1789.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbxktE_YXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/w-S14bg3xME/s400/n16916926_37806857_1789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266662427134484850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />yelling at people with a fake british accent outside an roman irish pub, prepunch.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbx1EJgGiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/u-1-A9iRLOk/s1600-h/n16916728_37976625_6756.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbx1EJgGiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/u-1-A9iRLOk/s400/n16916728_37976625_6756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266662708205328930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />modeling contraposto stance, made famous by the greek sculptor Polykleitos and used throughout all realisitc art from then on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRby1CNk8eI/AAAAAAAAAQg/1c1kcffimSg/s1600-h/n16916597_38102244_3807.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRby1CNk8eI/AAAAAAAAAQg/1c1kcffimSg/s400/n16916597_38102244_3807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266663807197180386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />all i wanted were some home made swedish waffles but this peacock came and distracted me. hes dressed flashier than i am and resembles a dinosaur so i lost.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRby1cE94wI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NUEJCigZ1VY/s1600-h/n16917221_37857979_8617.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRby1cE94wI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NUEJCigZ1VY/s400/n16917221_37857979_8617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266663814140388098" border="0" /></a>colloseum lookin.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbzW2jdcvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/472TVTRlD80/s1600-h/n16915570_38215106_8652.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbzW2jdcvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/472TVTRlD80/s400/n16915570_38215106_8652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266664388183290610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a. bedsheet ghost halloween with my pal candycorn.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbzXPTd9JI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/r-NAnyBXwPo/s1600-h/n16915570_38177760_5090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRbzXPTd9JI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/r-NAnyBXwPo/s400/n16915570_38177760_5090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266664394827101330" border="0" /></a>b. togas for no real reason<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb1OPag2jI/AAAAAAAAARY/kfbezOqPlvc/s1600-h/n16915570_37957035_9930.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb1OPag2jI/AAAAAAAAARY/kfbezOqPlvc/s400/n16915570_37957035_9930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266666439261084210" border="0" /></a>pressuring stray dogs into smoking is a passtime of mine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb1N2SywZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/X7FqBTNvo4s/s1600-h/n16909598_37977720_6521.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb1N2SywZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/X7FqBTNvo4s/s400/n16909598_37977720_6521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266666432517816722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and touching dirty animals makes me happy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb1OuH3m6I/AAAAAAAAARg/kdP-CCzYkh8/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb1OuH3m6I/AAAAAAAAARg/kdP-CCzYkh8/s400/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266666447504382882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i sketched out the midwest for a friend in berlin so she would know where iowas from. i just cracked myself up.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb4q2VMM2I/AAAAAAAAASY/HeFvr-nJ3Kg/s1600-h/n16916926_37910535_6157.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb4q2VMM2I/AAAAAAAAASY/HeFvr-nJ3Kg/s400/n16916926_37910535_6157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266670229278962530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />trying to read before the bus to assisi. i was not hung over, i was in the minority because i am a good child.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb2kvLOAQI/AAAAAAAAARw/eslFaOxjza8/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb2kvLOAQI/AAAAAAAAARw/eslFaOxjza8/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266667925255618818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />a. project modeling the process for the creation of ideas in my brain.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb4EGJv7bI/AAAAAAAAASI/Qvte_ZJzaJk/s1600-h/n16919777_38121964_4468.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb4EGJv7bI/AAAAAAAAASI/Qvte_ZJzaJk/s400/n16919777_38121964_4468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266669563511041458" border="0" /></a>b. blissful in Stockholm with real autumn leaves and gorgeous non-roman architecture.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb2lE9cyeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SdFRVfab9h8/s1600-h/n16913296_37917782_1423.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb2lE9cyeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SdFRVfab9h8/s400/n16913296_37917782_1423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266667931103447522" border="0" /></a>c. hard at work in the Williamsburg street under the New York sun and its asphalt heat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb6Ak0EW7I/AAAAAAAAASo/BD21jPwI7p4/s1600-h/FRIENDS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb6Ak0EW7I/AAAAAAAAASo/BD21jPwI7p4/s400/FRIENDS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266671702045383602" border="0" /></a>d. human sacrifice to Vesuvius in the market area of pompeii.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb2kO8DorI/AAAAAAAAARo/tU6z5KKWd_s/s1600-h/madman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb2kO8DorI/AAAAAAAAARo/tU6z5KKWd_s/s400/madman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266667916602090162" border="0" /></a>Head of a Madman by Jean-Michel Basquiat, whose life work on display in Rome until february. Gives me hope for myself.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb2lgWNW0I/AAAAAAAAASA/E1IxZ6zN6Z4/s1600-h/Photo+542.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb2lgWNW0I/AAAAAAAAASA/E1IxZ6zN6Z4/s400/Photo+542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266667938455051074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sketch for halloween costume.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb4qmX374I/AAAAAAAAASQ/Lo8rQwkn9-k/s1600-h/n16916425_38122003_8676.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb4qmX374I/AAAAAAAAASQ/Lo8rQwkn9-k/s400/n16916425_38122003_8676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266670224995250050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb4tKkk3yI/AAAAAAAAASg/JeT3G1CsOo4/s1600-h/n16916425_38122018_2140.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SRb4tKkk3yI/AAAAAAAAASg/JeT3G1CsOo4/s400/n16916425_38122018_2140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266670269071941410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />hanging out with Jackie O, the stray kitten who needs a home.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jack with mine and haileys carved gourds. the pumpkins were few and far between so we made due. speaking of which, i think my roommates threw mine away. ugh.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this was supposed to be quick but somehow ate up a good part of my sunday. enjoy your day!<br /><br />ian<br /><br />IanIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163539419523737614.post-26709961701682020802008-10-17T01:36:00.000-07:002008-10-17T02:05:37.494-07:00floored floored floored floored floored floored floored<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SPhQStzFaII/AAAAAAAAALY/4v4p2fPimvM/s1600-h/sundown.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SPhQStzFaII/AAAAAAAAALY/4v4p2fPimvM/s400/sundown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258040847416780930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SPhQS5gpb0I/AAAAAAAAALg/1-nqVxT_fSA/s1600-h/capella.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SPhQS5gpb0I/AAAAAAAAALg/1-nqVxT_fSA/s400/capella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258040850560675650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />i took a slow train to florence by myself a week ago and it was a pretty good decision. i left termini at three and pulled into santa maria nuvona at seven. en route i had my first attempt at a conversation with someone who couldnt bail me out if i didnt know the word in italian.<br /><br /><br />i drew a picture of a cat for the girl sitting across from me with the note per la regazza con scarpe porpora. if i didnt mess it up it should have said for the girl with purple shoes.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SPhQTHG4vBI/AAAAAAAAALo/A68Ksq4RT1k/s1600-h/famphot2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SPhQTHG4vBI/AAAAAAAAALo/A68Ksq4RT1k/s400/famphot2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258040854210722834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we talked about her major and where she was from and what i was doing in rome and all the tiny things i could manage to fumble with in barely remembered phrasing.<br /><br />i met willy and ryan in florence where they are studying and we ate dinner and talked about school and things like that and ate the first of three tortellini dinners that made a delicious weekend.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SPhQT6_D24I/AAAAAAAAALw/xeyFwkXVsfg/s1600-h/rapandel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SPhQT6_D24I/AAAAAAAAALw/xeyFwkXVsfg/s400/rapandel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258040868136541058" border="0" /></a>at one of their classmates apartments i heard an elaborate account of squatting in rotterdam and eating out of dumpsters that was interesting for about two minutes. after that i was biting my tongue pretty hard. we all walked towards a club but ended without any company. one was too drunk so they all skipped home. we had to pay to get <span style="font-style: italic;">out</span> of a club where they used punch cards to keep track of your drinks. blah blah blah nightlife is extremely dull.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we read on the arno river and i shattered a clam shell. i wrote letters to willys girl roommates telling them i was in love with them and me and ryan sat inside a park talking people. we all went to the market on sunday and i wandered half-blind through the stands with infected eyes and i had just sat on my sunglasses. a man sliced up some meat for a sandwich that turned out to be all fat, i bought a pack of twenty vintage photos of hamburg.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SPhQT0iOhnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DypYJA4M3JU/s1600-h/carousel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKmYSiM_UG8/SPhQT0iOhnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DypYJA4M3JU/s400/carousel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258040866404992626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and there was the secret bakery that everyone knew about. the pastry was so-so. willy yelled at me in the middle of the night for eating cookies, i guess it kept him up. i traveled back across the country with the shade pulled on the window of the train.<br /><br />VIan Vens, Rabbit, V, Bird Legs, and Reptile Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118779188171191665noreply@blogger.com1