I just read the hottest thing last night. I mean, it was really freaking hot.
Hotter than the sun, sort of hot.

I won't tell you what it is, but I will tell you it didn't involve breasts (or any other part of the human anatomy), it did involve heaping mountains of coal, leaking oil and email.

I ate some bad tamales last weekend, and they made me really sick earlier this week.
Like, food poisoning kind-of sick.

bleh, why does this happen RIGHT AS A PHILOSOPHY PAPER IS DUE.

I'm working in the kitchen at Ingersoll now as a "Kitchen Bitch". Which basically means I do whatever anybody tells me to do. It is exactly as I imagined it too.

I tried cutting my hair earlier this afternoon, the fact that my hair was now getting in my ears and looking dirtily long was bothering me. Unforetunately, I'm terrible at cutting my own hair because I can't see the back of my head, where the hair was in most need of trimming.

It ended badly, I tried to save it, but there was just no way to make it look normal.
So now I wear hats. I wear them forwards though, because if I turn them around, my ears look as big (but not as pointy) as Link's.
I feel like a slave to the cap.



I have to say, having hair this fuxored is downright unpleasent.

Will most certainly not be in the deconstructivist style. Good lord, no. That would be just a bit too "academic" or "Insitutionalisticated" to represent the reign of Bush II.

I think the W presidential library must be built in nothing other than hard-core postmodernist, Greco-Romantic classical pastiche revival. And there is no other architect more qualified to do this job than Robert Venturi.

I am not kidding, I really, (really) hope he gets the bid, because it is just simply too poetic.

First, let's take a look at other presidential libraries:


The Harry S. Truman library




The William J. Clinton Library




The JFK Library




Now, generally these buildings are pretty tasteful and have a built to a good standard of elegance. But likewise, presidents typically practice a standard of eloquence when they address the nation they are in charge of. Therefore, the Bush II library should be representative of this connection.
Therefore, there is not a single architect on Earth that is more qualified for the job than Robert Venturi.


This is an artist's rendering from Venturi Scott Brown & Associates (VSBA) of what the future George W. Bush presidential library will look like:



Clearly, this structure will supposedly "grace" whatever stoic community it is built in with the light-hearted, yet inevitably vapid aesthetic. Such features as the ultra-prominent "postmodern clock" may force the observer to question the societal definition of "what is time..." The less prominent grand enterence, the quizzical "Door with Shutters" will cause the observer to engage in a fruitless elliptical inner dialogue: "What is a door... ...is anything real... ...and what of the Earth... ...in my pants... ...my pet dog, Fido died... ...once again, in my pants..."
Elliptical dialogue, is the philosophical engine of the Postmodern Movement. Asking questions which lead nowhere until finally you must accept that something, somewhere has to be true for anything to work.
Trully, the G.W. Bush presidential library will be a very postmodern experience for all (the very rich)