michelle wiggly

student

humans in theory? the latent image, immediate image, Marcel Duchamp, John Cage, Simone Weil, Diane Arbus, Situationist whatever, Richard Hamilton, Eva Hesse, Francesca Woodward, swimming, roller skating, photo chemicals

who knows?!, nonfiction- science-y-ish books, The Garden in the Machine, society of the spectacle, economist magazine, complete cinematic works (debord), dictionaries, cookbooks, domesday book, books in undreadable languages, the naughty bits in the bible

Good Morning, In The Mood for Love, Badlands, Aguirre wrath of God, At Land, Playtime, Remise, Passion of Joan of Arc, Ikiru, gospel accord to St. Matthew, L'Atlante, Sherman's March, Pierrot le Fou, Umbrellas of Cherbourg, wanda, lost in translation

Huh?, Langley Schools Music Project, Xiu Xiu, Deerhoof, Johnny Cash, Anti-Pop Consortium, Can, Hank Williams, Magnetic Fields, C&C Music Factory, Kylie Minogue, Boards of Canada, Screamin Jay Hawkins, The Make-Up

licorice is yummy.

the other day i was making a casserole, in a lovely little
pyrex casserole dish. well, a frightfull storm was raging
outside and suddenly.... the lights dim. now, i would
like
to note; i did not have the stove on and pyrex is a
cooking
glass, unbreakable (AND the dish was not yet in the
oven).
time and space close in as i stare blankly at my half
done
dinner. IT EXPLODED! no kidding. not some great big
crack, a few shards... no! a mini atomic casserole.
unthinkable, unforeseen, unbelievable.
it was a bitch to clean up. tiny shards of glass and goo
everywhere. thankfully i wear glasses.

i want to meat someone who ate so much beta
carotene (ie:
carrots, pumpkin, etc) they have turned orange. it is
possible. you should try. i used to baby-sit an orange
baby.