Current mood:	optimistic
Current music:	neutral milk hotel
Entry tags:	retaining mystique while facing forward

i will float until i learn how to swim.
I like to say it takes the lowest kinda low to read prophecy into anything on a bathroom wall. I've been that kinda low lately, not gonna lie. It is sort of embarrassing.

Today I started an unpaid internship at an archival film company based in the Mission district. There are stacks and stacks of 16mm ephemera, old hairdryers that resemble electric chairs, diner booths, issues of Bizarre magazine scattered around, and bad paintings of mysterious people. The owner salvaged an enigmatic old billboard after it was torn down and it now hangs proudly in the office above the ancient viewing machines. Some of the stacks are dark and creepy, and the films have titles like Teeth: All the Better to Eat With and The Problem with Vandalism. There is lots of old, crazy porn in the collection. I found a big cluster of hardcore S+M stuff from the 70s while I was shelving videos today.

My first project is sifting through the (enormous!) collection for footage of octopi and cuttlefish, and yes, the mural on the bathroom wall features a redheaded woman in a sailor suit. Damn.

Also,
take a picture of yourself right now.
don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair... just take a picture.
post that picture with NO editing.
post these instructions with your picture.



I am insanely exhausted and feeling sickly in this picture, and yes, I look like a damn hipster. I work at an archival film company in the Mission, okay, I can't even resist it anymore. I think if I had a lot of money I'd have a big collection of wigs and wear a lot more dresses.

Man, I love San Francisco.