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sarah j whidden
| Main blog: | meglomania2 | | Age: | 41 | | Birthday: | March 23rd 1976 | | Gender: | Female | | Occupation: | Artistic / Creative | | Education: | Bachelors degree | | Religion: | Agnostic | | Service Attendance: | Never | | Race/lineage: | White / Caucasian | | Location: | United Kingdom, London |
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| Body Size: | Fit | | Height: | 5' 8" (173 cm) | | Eyes: | Hazel | | Vision: | No assisted eyewear | | Hair Color: | Light Brown | | Hair Style: | Straight - Long | | Facial Hair: | None | | Skin Tone: | Fair | | Best Feature: | Legs | | Clothing Pref.: | Thrift Store |
| Relationship Status: | Single - Involved | | Family Info: | one whippersnapper | | Sexual Preference: | Straight/Heterosexual | | Smoking: | Quit | | Liquor: | Social drinker. One or two | | Exercise: | Regularly | | Your Home: | Live with husband and kids | | Biography/About: | born and raised on the perifery of a psuedo bohemian stereotype, i've stumbled into love & art just like i did into motherhood; gracelessly and by sheer luck.
but mostly i'm like you.
now really, enough about me, what do you think of me? | | Likes: | the weekend papers, art, thinking about making art, seeing art, music, walking, soulseeking, pretentiousness, self deprecation, ashtanga, bikram, craftyness, learning to knit, sewing badly, sequins, beads, vegan food, her royal bossness rincess urszilla the only, his lofty highness roginal hot-rod the handsome, cocoa, blogging, not stepping in poo, london, paris, helsinki, her highness's chubby thighs and helpless laughter | | Dislikes: | stepping in poo, frenemies, explainers, fraters, the cold, fried chicken, | | Interests: | artartartartartartartartartartart
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| People/Heroes: | warhol, duchamp, beuys, louise bourgeois, yoko ono, john waters, andy warhol, christian boltanski, john cage, marcel duchamp, thomas hirshorn, martin kipenburger, david altmed, paul mccarthy, mike kelley, jim lambie, | | Books: | moscow stations, kulchur, coming through the slaughter, more die of heartbreak, elementary particles, life: a user's maual, hopscotch, the pinch runner memorandum, auto de fe, if on a winter's night a traveler, | | Authors: | vennidict erofeev, ezra pound, micheal ondaatje, saul bellow, michel houellebecq, george perec, julio cortazar, kenzaburo oe, elias canetti, italo calvino, | | Bands/Artists: | magnetic fields, liars, decca standards, black dice, joy division, needs new body, japanther, the chinese stars, hella, the sick lipstick, the cure, prince, devo, gang gang dance, mister velcro fastener | | Movies: | dogville, indiana jones and the raiders of the lost ark, pee wee's big adventure, the 5 obstructions, pink flamingos | | Pets/Animals: | smith the cat | | Food: | vegan, organic, fairtrade, unrefined, unprocessed, sushi, | | Drink: | espreso, sparkling mineral water | | |
update your bookmarks and rss feeders, set the alarm, don't spare the horses, fly the flags, and light the candles
i done gone moved!
here:
www.sjwhidden.com
bragging as a recreational sport: the london edition
so. i went to france. i made a pit stop in the londons on my way and went to saatchi and met up with a dapper young feller named Jesus:
looky:
parental advisory
so urs has drawn up detailed plans for us to build a machine that will turn her into a cat. she spends hours explaining the machine to me, debating what sort of cat she should be and continually asking when we are going to build the machine. maybe when she asks me for the 7000th time i'll break down in a fit of exhaustion and say "i don't know. at all. i have not earthly idea how to build a simple machine, let alone a magic catification machine. no idea. and sadly even people who can make machines have no idea because it is totally impossible. You Will Never Be An Orange Tabby."but until then...
debriefing continued
hung out with nissa a bunch (and her lovely mother)
got a tattoo based on courtney cassidy's artwork
did no small amount of thriftering
saw a wee bit of art
bought the odd trinket
had the most delicious pile of grease at le depanneur le pick up
and leered at beautiful bikes. seriously, that chain guard gave me wood.
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