I do not like the sexy show with the girl with curly hair. Until last week, I had never seen even a clip. Now, I hate my clothes and hair. Now, I want to "settle down." I want to distance myself from all parallels that have been previously and will be drawn. I hated them before, now I fully understand and my hatred knows no bounds. I am glad that this phenomenon is ending. I know I am supposed to like it. I know I am supposed to say, "Oh my god! That's just like me!" I don't.
This was posted last night.
I accidently deleted it, because there was some fucked up shit going on
Anyway. I still hate the show. FuzzySquid, in his boy world bubble doesn't know what I am talking about. Lucky him. I can see how appealing it is to some girl in the midwest or some recent transplant to the city. The twentysomething suburban trying to put together her post soroity wardrobe. I don't drink things that are green, or blue. The only green thing you'll find in my Martini glass is a gin soaked olive.
Posted 11:32 PM by J.Ro           

I am smitten with a boy.
Today I bought hair ties that say they are firm and tight.
Friendster is like that party where too many people have seen you naked in the morning. I tend to just get drunk and make a fool of myself in these situations.

Posted 3:58 AM by J.Ro           

I didn't pose for the calender, at least not yet. More Chicks With Power Tools

Posted 9:09 PM by J.Ro           

If you're reading this, there is a fifty percent chance that you have recieved at least one postcard from me. You may have also been the recipient of a valentine, or perhaps my contact information was handed to you on one of my business cards. Maybe you have seen my other work, or maybe if you just know me. Most people see the connections in all of these things. I have left the out names of the other parties involved, but a few facts must be pointed out.
     The recipient of this card is a teacher at a well known art school in NYC who was raised in the downtown area. The postcard in question is posted on his website and is postmarked May 24th, this phone call took place on July 8th. I warned him prior to his reciept of the postcard, and this phone call took place after it was posted to his site.
     I don't feel totally comfortable revealing the address of the site, as it kind of makes me a hypocrite. My postcard on one side had a picture of a girl running and a diagram of diathermy with 2 pictures of an arm. There were two typed statements. Next to the girl it said "DON'T EAT MY BRAINS ZOMBIE FUCKER!!!" and next to the arm it said "I know you would sell me." The other side there was a diagram of a series circut and eleven stamps totaling the necessary postage. I admit it was anonymous, but I didn't see it as threatening to a man whose work likens George Bush to Hitler, with the caption "What the fuck you gonna do about it?" There are multiple drawings on his site of this sort. Instead of a swastika, the red armband bears a stylized dollar sign, to suggest it. I am not going to go into my personal critique of his art, the historical accuracy of it, nor am I going to make personal attacks on him or his girlfriend.


"I apoligized to _____ today for sending you that card. If you were offended, I wish you would have told me when I spoke to you. As someone who has taken certain liberties with e-mail addresses, as well as a person whom I considered a friend, I think you should have come out in my defense before it led to her calling me. If this is something between the two of you, please keep this as such, I do not wish to be involved with your disagreements. I feel my involvement is totally inappropriate, if this kind of behavior is to continue, please delete all contact information for me."

"No, I wasn't offended but I was very confused and shocked when I first saw it. When I found out you did it, I was amused. I assume that was the effect you were looking for. I did "come to your defense" so to speak, but _____ was very upset and insisted on talking to directly. I told her what you told her, but she wanted to hear it directly from you. I cant deny my girl. I don't want you between _____ and my squabbles, but that was the inevitable consequence when some one (her) reacts to something (your card) and wants to understand it for better or worse.Your behavior isn't inappropriate, but as an artist who sends things like this out you cant expect everyone to "get it". You have to expect that some people will be confused, shocked, upset, tickled, amused, entertained, angered, placated, flattered, and even offended. Especially when you don't sign your name to it. That forces a lot of interpretation which as an artist must be one of your goals. In short, you cannot send me things or communicate with me and not expect _____ to react the same way I do; even if I wish she would. That's her interpretation; maybe you two should discuss it more. Seriously! Me, I didn't like her reaction, and let her know it. But that's her opinion created by her own point of view. She doesn1t know you so how can you expect her to understand that card the same way? Out of every one in my and _____'s family, I'm the only one that might get this card. It forces thought; that's what art does. But don't be upset that it doesn't generate the desired effect with each person that gets it.
     I dig it. You should keep sending em' out to people, and I really wouldn't mind another. Thanks for sending it."

"The issue is, that you shouldn't have given her my phone number. I might not have had a problem explaining the motivation behind my sending you this, but I wasn't given that chance, nor was I asked if my privacy could be violated. When you display your art, you are not asked to explain or justify your art, nor are visitors provided with your home number to call and ask you to explain and justify it. I wasn't asked to explain the merits of it, she didn't have anything to say except that she found it "vulgar." She is allowed to be upset with it, but she is not allowed to contact me. I was personally offended by her interpretation, and your lack of an introduction to her. Had you called me and asked me to explain it to her it might have been different, but as she doesn't know me, she was way overstepping any boundry that she might have felt I crossed. I am not here to criticize or make judgements on your relationship, I understand that you are very different people, I don't know her. That's why it was addressed to you and not to her or the both of you."

"I introduced you two several times. You both don't seem to get along. Your both great at arguing, you can keep switching the subject of the issue. Leave me out of it. You can always think your 100% percent right, and so can _____. Lets just not talk. I don't think anyone would mind that now.
     Sorry for the intrusion. Seriously."
Posted 3:29 PM by J.Ro           

Thoughts On Completely Selling Out
Returning from a long weekend in a warm place and going back to work, I have come up with two business plans. They both involve using my assets to their fullest. The only requirement is finding someone of equal or greater value to complete the equation. They are both similar in which they employ my education, looks, and verbal skills to (hopefully) terminate my need for employment.

The first one is to marry rich. I know that sounds passe, trashy and misogynist, but we are talking about selling out, and if I am to throw away my values, I might as well do it right. I look good in and out of clothes. Swimsuits, cocktail dresses, burlap sacks, what have you. I can walk in heels, until I have guzzled enough martinis to politely stagger. I can chat and flirt about current events usually without offending anyone (if I try hard enough). I can also use my interest and education in the arts for my charity work.

The second is to sell white babies. I was born with blond hair and blue eyes, I am attractive, thin, of above average height and have been tested at well above average intelligence. I am college educated and have no history of insanity or early onset diseases in my family. We mostly all live to be old and remember it. I have good genes.

The only problems are that I worry about the return policies on these two.

I was recently asked to pose for a calendar the subject being Chicks with power tools. I use tools. I can swing a hammer like fucking Thor, I own a torch and am certified by the FDNY to operate an air compressor. I work in a wood/metalshop. I haven't committed yet, perhaps there is hope for me yet.
Posted 7:13 PM by J.Ro           

An Apology To C.
After breaking up with a long term boyfriend a few years ago, I hit a major dry spell. I wore the brand of my ex for some time. Then one spring, I met a boy. It was pretty casual I thought. I lived across town in the middle of nothing, and being Boston, (trains stop at 12:30) I stayed at his house. Everything seemed casual, I wasn't sure where it was going, then there was the issue of summer. The end of school came, and I was to return home for the summer. We went out for what might be our last time before I left. We returned to his apartment slightly buzzed, but far from any kind of innebriation. Later that night I woke up. I raced across a long hallway and made it to the bathroom in just enough time for the first heaves of vomit to make it into the toilet, but not enough time to close the door or run the water to cover the noise. After doing that I realized that his 3 or 4 roommates were sitting in the next room. After emptying the contents of my stomach I snuck back into bed. C. was fast asleep and I was unable to wake him. In the morning, he left before I woke up. Feeling horribly embarrassed (yeah me? I do get shy sometimes,) I wound up leaving town without speaking to him again. After having one of the worst summers of my life, which I won't detail here, I took a semester off of school. 6 months later when I returned to Boston, I didn't know how to get a hold of him, nor did I feel comfortable popping right back in. I saw him once on the street much later, it was an akward moment, and I couldn't talk. I suck, I know.
Posted 9:18 PM by J.Ro