She's so artsy.

While there are plenty of other things I should be doing, I've been spending endless hours checking out artists on the ol' interwebs. A few of my picks follow:

Myke Amend. Dark, creepy, gothic, and totally unexpected from me, I know. I like it. I am drawn to art that makes me uncomfortable. My favorite is "The Rescue". It's very... Aldous Huxley?


Bailey Saliwanchik. Not only do her paintings remind me of the beautiful, wonderful women in my life, but her work is full of feeling. From her artist statement, "Her playful portrayals of traditional female archetypes reflect on themes of spirituality, sexuality, beauty, and a gentle relationship with nature." This woman would paint my portrait. In fact, I think she already has:


Strangely Drawn/Jim Hance. Just plain entertaining. His work is fun and clever. Check out the website if only to keep yourself entertained for a bit.


That's all for now. More to come soon.

Triste y bonito

Air Sculptures by Joshua Allen Harris

These are really cool. Go to YouTube and check out some of his others.

The jet set.

I am going to New York City in 12 days, then Dallas on the 16th. I cannot wait. I need to put this semester behind me.

Blame it on the gods.

I am not emo or indie enough for this shit.

Come on, Fate. Quit fucking with me.

Epiphany. Sort of.

Everyone deserves the best of everything.

Even me.

Get high like planes

The thing about tenacity is knowing when to let go.

Here's to Erich and upping our street cred.

Has anyone ever told you...

I really don't think I look like "Miranda from Sex and the City."

In the past week, an average of one person a day has pointed out the similarity. My bus driver even knew "Miranda's" last name.

Almost makes a girl want to dye her hair.

I'm sure I didn't ruin her, just made her more interesting

I am drunk, kind of.

I want to be out. Dancing. Making noise, making music, making love?

It's funny how I feel so liberated but I'm stuck here in my apartment. If I lived downtown I'd walk out my door and grab the first person I saw. I'd say something to them to try to make them see.

To be open and honest leaves us open and vulnerable, we all know that. I am open. I am open to the world.

Come and get me.

Am I just drunk? I feel high as a kite.

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So I'm a little late in jumping on the blog train, but at least I am finally along for the ride. No theme or common thread here, just random interesting or completely pointless tidbits that I chose to share with all of the interwebs.

While it is highly unlikely that anyone I do not already know will ever read this, allow me to introduce myself:

My name is Kathryn, but nobody ever calls me that. I am a Gemini, but really, that says nothing about me. My undergraduate major was Anthropology, but my Masters is in something completely different. I have red hair, which is an integral part of my identity.