recently, i have attributed faces of familiarity (even estranged) upon the people of san francisco.  i see you almost always, and i bare with me a smile and the want for a wave, but you walk on past- busy with your deadlines and appointments.

it is notable of my brain, to manipulate what bone and skin hold to be permanent. perhaps my eyes aid with soft blurs and steady conviction.  it is as if, all the generic attributes tie in, and i assign structure and in the end, even the sheer sight of humanity reminds me of you.

my innerlichkeit (not sachlichkeit)

i want to breathe more sensual than social
instincts. i know you. i know what happens
when i close comparison. let us envy
inwardly, the culture of. and admit to the newness
in following feeling, out burden of sight, a curve
feels sweeter blanketed by the lids of our eyes.

officially embedded in my being:

 

gustav klimt. tonight my text book showed me "Frieze Beethoven" and i eagerly searched to share with you, but cannot find the image in full form, or even, saturated enough-- 

 

and so, consider the aching with me. and i will continue the search, i wont even attempt to compliment his work in a charming way, because my adjectives lack density and demeanor here. but one thing i do know, hes my kind of man.

potential correction to my beer statement on a previous post:

 

"She is a thing of beauty"

Although I see where the 60's aesthetic is going, and blah and etc, I don't understand who approved the word "thing" amongst a meager group of 6 words (depending on whether or not you count articles).

???

margarita's are on me!

recognized as a sherpa and awarded with nefertiti's head last night at a work dinner, the satisfying part comes here: i've now learned what it means to reward your employees. giving them humorous yet symbolic recognition creates far more loyalty than an "outstanding customer service" award. feels un-corporate. feels humane.

for the love of god,

seeing all my peers' work today, makes all of my croquis look like antagonizing-ly eager stick figures. i would show you, but won't for fear you'll agree.


tears,
arijana simultaneously inspired & depressed.