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| Saturday, November 14th, 2009 |
pratt
[ thewishfishx ]
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7:34p |
transferring
hey guys! i'm currently a freshmen at CCA (california college of the arts) and i want to transfer into fall 2010 for industrial design. does pratt only take a certain number of students into industrial design? what are they looking for in the portfolio? and also, how much financial aid is usually given to transfers? any information is appreciated (: thanks! |
pratt
[ lookuplove ]
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12:18a |
I accidentally added funds to my Pratt Card instead of my Meal Plan. Is there any way to transfer the money into my plan? |
| Thursday, November 12th, 2009 |
pratt
[ rodeaghosthorse ]
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5:19p |
website down
someone please have some idea about when the website is coming back up. i'm registering for classes tonight and am freaking out at the moment. why do they schedule this when we need to register? apsodfahsodufhlajsdhf |
| Friday, November 13th, 2009 |
pratt
[ 6cubed ]
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12:06a |
tuition problems
why the fuck does pratt NOT notify you when you have "late payment" on tuition? they just want the interest to accrue silently until the student finally notices it? now what? i owe a bunch of money, my two credit cards combined can't cover it. how long will it take for another loan to go through? i'm supposed to register for classes today! i am so thoroughly pissed off and upset right now. i guess like all big businesses i was supposed to watch my account like a hawk to prevent this from happening. we all know these people only care about profit. my fault for assuming pratt would notify me, right? |
| Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 |
misera
|
10:52p |
what I do when I should be being productive:
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pratt
[ susanpeach ]
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10:13a |
jon beller... what can anyone tell me about him? (feminist film/film theory) |
| Tuesday, November 10th, 2009 |
misera
|
10:46p |
I guess these things have passed, though I'm still trying to grasp onto what I knew when I was twenty. when was the last time I wore (red) lipstick? my four-inch heels are somewhere in the back of the closet, I think I wobbled around at work in them once. now it's jeans & tshirt, messy hair pinned away from my brow, otherwise trying to hide, hide, hide - this body, this deadlook in eyes. cannot create - thoughts asunder, mostly I try to focus them in attempt to get through the day.
the other night embarrassed myself several times, could not work the clock, the recliner. this is what I've become? I read books to say I've read them, rush through them because I don't have time to enjoy them. this is not living but if I allow myself to contemplate it I won't be able to get through it and when you're working the ol' 9-to-5 (or 8:30-to-5:30 as the case may be), it's not about the journey, it's about getting to 6 o' clock (home) and having those few hours of freedom that I inevitably waste, hating myself for not Doing Something Important. I understand Virginia Woolf saying that to be a woman writer you need an allotment of money for the year so you can be unencumbered, with no duties save creating, but I am not a trust-fund kid. my parents were lower middle class - teachers: not making the big bucks. so to get my money, I've got to work for it. by work for it, I mean sell my soul - the very thing I need to create. and it's not just writing or music, but as I said, creating a person I want to be. now I'm: boring. I've never been exciting, I've never been wild, but I had stories. all I've got is water-cooler gossip and bitching about customers who bitch about me - my petty victory, my pitiful attempt at exacting justice one shitty customer at a time.
how do I find the balance? why am I even seeking the balance? when I was younger, I felt the pull towards craziness and I let myself go. oh the things I saw and felt and did! the freedoms, the colors! such red splattered there on the cold, white tiles. such sweetness, an orange after days without food. now I'm robotic, automatous. alarm clock, shower, rush out the door, breakfast at desk, work, work, work, covertly trying to sneak in brief moments of self, of soul, of self-betterment, lunch in car while running errands, work, work - repeat ad infinitum. when did it get like this?
in order to achieve certain dreams, I must give up on others but is the price worth it? is the dream I'm "getting" really being gotten?
I rue my naivete, my blinding idealism - the moment when I decided, "yes, I'll write. I'll do that!" even though I've never shown any true capacity for writing - who doesn't, in their aspirations at fourteen of being sylvia plath, write hundreds upon hundreds of poems and force them on their friends (such a tenuous term!) who, in their apathy mutter an appeasing "that's good" before returning to talking about boys? enjoying writing is not the same thing as being talented at writing but again, in the idealism of youth, I took the one to mean the other and set upon my path, which has led me absolutely nowhere. what have I published? what have I attempted to publish? the answer to both: nothing. I should have listened to my mom when she said, "why do you want to be a writer? you refuse to allow anyone to read anything you've written." (this stated after realizing, at fifteen, that aforementioned friends didn't care about my writing, and that I had been stupid to share and have been wary of sharing since). the sirens should have gone off: "warning - true statement! reanalysis of life's goals necessary!" an english degree - what good will this ever do me? I don't want to freelance, I don't want to be an editor, I don't want to be a journalist. I don't want to write for magazines, I don't want to write for manuals. stupid quixotism! stupid, stupid me.
so now I'm closer to 30 than to 20, stuck in this back alley, shifting my dream slightly to something with an equally ludicrous and unlikely success rate - music. I'm in a band! another one of those "who doesn't, in their aspirations at sixteen of being bob dylan, buy an acoustic guitar, write hundreds of unlistenable songs and force them upon random people on the internet" moments. will I never learn?
I should return to school, get a degree in computer science or business. I should start accepting the cold, harsh reality of life, instead of (in the words of st. kerouac) "running from one falling star to another till I drop."
but this is the life with which I've been cursed (blessed?). my solace and strength ("solace" and "strength") come in knowing that even if my fighting is futile, I am, ultimately, fighting the good fight - or at least my fight. sort of. |
pratt
[ apineappleheart ]
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6:34p |
Hello all. I'm filling out an award application for my sorority, and I'm curious: does Pratt distribute awards for gradution? Or for seniors? Or at all? |
pratt
[ fishiesgomoo ]
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12:54a |
wood shop
So, I need a piece of wood cut to specific measurements, but I've never worked in the wood shop before. Do the people that work there help you with that or are you on your own? |
| Saturday, November 7th, 2009 |
pratt
[ snlviewer ]
|
5:48p |
Imaging hours?
What are the hours for Imaging (COMD building)? I can't even find their number on the stupid site. Will I have trouble getting in now as an alumni? I just need access to a large scanner. |
| Friday, November 6th, 2009 |
pratt
[ coolascrack ]
|
12:38p |
So here's something stupid I did... I don't know if anyone is getting those emails from the "help desk" saying they are shutting down Pratt email addresses if you don't respond to the email with your name and password, but I've been getting them all week. I finally responded the other day out of paranoia, and of course, it was spam. My pratt.edu didn't work anymore, so I had to call the help desk to reset it. Not a big deal, but still embarrassing. So yea, don't be stupid like me and respond to those emails. |
| Thursday, November 5th, 2009 |
misera
|
11:16p |
after listening several times to the song I posted earlier tonight, I realize the full line in the chorus is "oh delia, don't go 'round when the devil's loose."
perfect, perfect. since it's calling out to me, I'd say this is advice I best heed. |
misera
|
8:02p |
elvis perkins and a.a. bondy are playing in orlando on saturday. a few weeks ago I heard of a.a. bondy and really took to his music, only to find out yesterday that he's playing this weekend. wild! I've been vacillating on whether or not I'm going to go, since I'd most likely have to make the trek alone (orlando is about an hour and a half away) but I've gone to shows alone before, and I kinda really want to go, so...we'll see.
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| Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 |
misera
|
10:11p |
the issue is not the money. I have money, I'm not stressing over that. I'm hardly affluent, but my living situation affords a certain freedom with my funds; I'm not living paycheck to paycheck. it's just that the money is the most tangible example of the inequality present in many spheres, so that's the thing I tend to comment on incessantly. I'm giving and giving and shoveling and dumping everything I have into that bottomless pit and when I try to express all of this by referencing the most noticeable part, I guess the synecdoche is not apprehended, or is ignored, and the griping about money gets thrown back in my face. well, yes, when you don't have it, I share, when I don't have it, you share. I understand the concept. except there's a lot more that I don't have that's not being given; there's a lot more I need. |
misera
|
8:45p |
decided that the best way to combat the dark days is with champagne. too bad it's not covered by insurance like those sun lamps. |
| Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009 |
pratt
[ tru_chan_speaks ]
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9:56p |
Anyone who has taken the singing class
The description on the LMS is fine and all, but do you actually sing any complete songs? Is it at all run like a chorus as part of the class? Or is it only warm ups and theory? LMS Description below (aka, the stuff I already know): Students will explore the art and history of singing and will learn the basics of vocal production, the anatomy of the vocal apparatus, the physics of pitch and tone production, body acoustics, and the philosophy of breath control. Additionally, they will address basic musical concepts such as rhythm, tonality, meter, dynamics, and the union of words and melody. |
misera
|
7:56p |
that is to say: I'm going to cry whenever I damn well please. doesn't matter why - the day is too dark, the room is too small, the hand around my throat is too tight or the song is too beautiful - if I want to, I will. I'm an emotion activist, I believe in the freedom to feel. |
misera
|
7:46p |
I felt I was being murdered so I opened the window: little acts of resistance to remind me I'm alive. |
| Monday, November 2nd, 2009 |
prettyannamoon
|
4:25p |
Capt Fine film fest
End of the first nine weeks! So I went to the grocery store, hoping to find some 1/2-off candy corn. No such luck - they had a $3 bag, which I thought was a little absurd, but I bought it, having suffered Halloween deprivation this year. And wow, it is good. It's more candy than wax. So since I have an afternoon off (in which I should be planning for the next nine weeks, but I'm not), I think I'll post something I've been "working" on for the past month - my Chris Pine film fest reviews! ( On a ***** scale... ) |
misera
|
10:15a |
not going to get into the entire fest experience right now, instead going to post what I wanted to post on friday, right after it happened, but derek said I didn't have time, as we were about to hit the road.
david dondero was at our house! |
pratt
[ meepsqueak ]
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12:04a |
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| Sunday, November 1st, 2009 |
pratt
[ a_zv ]
|
8:25p |
Room for Sublet
Room available for sublet from December 1st through May of 2010. Located in Clinton Hill, on Lafayette Ave between Grand and Classon. $735.00 a month plus electricity. Room is in Apartment with 4 Pratt Sophomores, building has roof access. One Bedroom, includes window, exposed brick, and lots of shelving. If you are interested contact Jeff 484 459 8812 |
pratt
[ susanpeach ]
|
12:37p |
marble dropping
so what's the deal with the marble dropping sounds in willoughby? happens every.single.day(/night). a ghost? mice pushing around marbles in the walls? anyone got a better theory? |
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