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Billy81
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Name: Billy
Country: United States
State: Kansas
Birthday: 3/23/1985
Interests: I like art.
Expertise: I can make good drawings and sometimes I like to paint but I'm not allowed to use poisonous chemicals.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/5/2001
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| It's really exciting to be back on a computer. The librarian says there's a time limit, so I have to be fast. Did you know we were at war? I HAD NO IDEA. I can't believe it. There were people that bombed the World Trade Center. What happened to the world while I was in the hospital?
I'm only fifteen, so I don't have to really be a big part of anything yet, but that just makes me sad.
I talked to my Uncle Ben in New York on the phone today. He said that he saw the whole thing happen. The planes hit, people jumping out of the windows to escape the flames (he said he started falling apart when the little specks started falling), and then the towers' collapse. He was a little more than a mile away at the time, though. So he didn't get all dusty like everyone else did. And then yesterday, he went by the site again, and it was still smoldering, and the smell was still awful. He wanted to cry again, and he told me he was still trying to sind out if they found his friend Dave's body. Did you know there was this organization called the Lower Manhattan Cultural Council that gave artists studio space in the World Trade Centers? They're all gone.
And then, he said that this morning on the 1 train downtown while they were stopped at the 42nd street station, he said something fell from the tunnel ceiling onto the train roof and that the MTA stopped the train for fifteen minutes while they investigated. And he was scared he was going to die again. They found anthrax next door to his girlfriend's office and he's all messed up still even though it's already been eight weeks. I tried to make a joke and tell him that it'll all be okay, and that the only reason Superman didn't save the WTC is that he's a damn cripple now. He didn't think that was very funny, and now I don't either. The world isn't going to be a fun place for a while.
I hope to god there's still a place for art out there in the world. | | |
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Oh, wow. It's been a really long time since I've been here. I just got to get to a computer again, at the public library. So much has happened since I last posted. It seems like so long ago. i feel so tempered now, so mature. My back hurts.
I was in this hospital for a while working with a physical therapist after the leap into the void. Now at school, they have all these special grating things on the window. They cost all this money, and the principal said it was because of me that they got them. and now the lacrosse team doesn't get new uniforms because there's no money left.
I got a visit from Barbara twice while I was in the hospital. I like having a girlfriend. Once she brought me jello. And the other time she came to tell me that she was sorry but she had a boyfriend now. I asked her why she was sorry, and told her that I was really happy I happy and I didn't know I was her boyfriend. Then she helped me use my straw and drink cranberry juice.
I missed my landing pad when I did the leap into the void. So I kinda fell on my hip, but it was also kinda like my head. And my neck and my back and my knees. But I got to be on TV! There were reporters talking to me at school. They got there before the ambulance. And people were laughing and pointing. And I got into the paper as a modern art genius. Only the paper didn't phrase it that way.
I sent a copy of the articles to the Art Institute of Chicago and Cooper Union. So I have to make calmer art now. I can't do any crazy stuff right now, 'cause I think I kinda had my fifteen minutes of fame and if I did any more art I would get in big trouble with my parents.
So now I'm really into lincoln logs. And I've also been rebuilding a lawnmower motor and transforming it into an interactive sculpture that tracks the location of the viewer and spits gasoline at them. But I can't make any art for a good while.
I got a couple of emails asking about me. I was so touched. It was appreciated. Justin Burnett is a very nice man. I just got the email today, because they got computers at the library. My brother took his computer to college with him. I miss having him around. And his computer. Maybe I can get my drivers' license now. Or more jello. I eat a lot of jello. My brother has a car. he can drive back and forth from school. | | |
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I have to build another landing pad. The "Leap Into The Void" is ready to happen. I have to tell Barbara. My brother gets his own room tomorrow. I get to move all my stuff into the basement.
I've solved it. I couldn't figure out a way to pad my landing from the science building. Cardboard boxes are the way to go. I went through the trash cans at school next to the cafeteria for two hours, and I picked out all the drink boxes I could find. The kind that come with the little sharp straw that you poke into the box for a refreshing juice beverage.
I got three trashbags full, and I tested them by throwing my brother's television out of our room onto my prototype receptacle (it's got a papier mache shell covered with foam rubber, and it's filled with drink boxes). I didn't throw the TV far enough, so it kind of missed the target.
I tried again with my dad's computer monitor (a thirteen- inch VGA Sony), and the monitor hit the target and survived intact! It doesn't work anymore, though. My mom wasn't too happy when she came home. I said that Mike watches too much TV anyway, but she said all these things about respecting the property of others and needing to learn responsibility. Now I have to start taking Ritalin again. | | |
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Tom Crayns is worried about the energy crisis. I am too. I'm tired all the time. I need more energy.
I think I got in my first fight! I was taking measurements from the window at school, seeing how far out I need to place my landing pad from the Science building. I was marking landing sites on the ground by dropping paint, and one of my bags of tempra hit a guy! I thought it was pretty funny, but he wasn't smiling.
I went downstairs to apologize to him, but then I saw it was a kid from the art room who makes these manneristic watercolors and who thinks he's the next Carravagio in Windsor Newton. So I told him that his mediocre figurative work was a waste of time, and to get with the times and stop worrying so much about hand skills. He kicked me in the shins. And the face. I learned today that I'm really fast when I need to be. I can aim a bag of tempra pretty well, too. Does it mean you won or lost a fight if you can't stand up, but the other guy can and he's crying? The Dean called my Mom. I'm not allowed to have any more tempra. | | |
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I've been so busy. I haven't been on the computer in a while. I've been working on my receptacle for the "Leap Into the Void" I'm doing on June 11th at school. I have to figure out how to get it there, and how to get the windows of the science building open. And plus, the hall guard doesn't like me since I decorated his badge.
I turned it into a commentary on the watcher and the watched, like Foucault's Panopticon, and I liked it, but he said that the hot glue melted the badge to his shirt and burned him. So there are many obstacles to overcome.
Papier Mache isn't strong enough to pad me from a thirty foot drop, so I've been augmenting the landing pad with foam rubber. I need more foam rubber, my brother doesn't have any more shoes.
And I met Barbara's boyfriend at school. I didn't know she had a boyfriend, but he came up to me and told me very clearly that he doesn't like me talking to her and I should stay away. And he doesn't like me either. But then I found out that it was her brother. I wonder why she goes to private school and he doesn't. | | |
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