eva khoury

But who could show a cheek like Queequeg?

Kate took me these photos of me playing mahjong

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I really want people to investigate the root of their feelings on this, because there’s so many things there and it’s complicated and I wish we could address them and I feel like AI is such a spotlight on things we as a society need to think about

It’s a very philosophical time and the pain and injustice are old!

So many things that are older than AI! That are so serious! 😅 and interesting, and maybe liberating to revisit?

It’s been bringing up so many thoughts about labor and associated struggle, and about the history of technology and the industries they’ve disrupted, and about the niche of artists, and about what we trade off, and surveillance and the right to privacy, like— so many things!

Unfortunately for people who don’t want to think too hard, and who want a things to be simple, the case against AI is much more interesting than simply saying it takes up water

Anyway, a Trader Joes Indian freezer food package (palak paneer, baingan bharta, or chana masala) plus a block of sprouted tofu is so tasty and filling and perfect for me... a perfect lunch.. ok just wanted to put people on to this

"headless browser"...

Not very far into my coding journey but immediately trying to figure out how to scrape the Trader Joe's website

me...

An opinion that makes you a fringe radical in this country is that the life of a person who is not an American citizen is not an abstraction, and is worth just as much as that of an American citizen

Omg I saw this post and I was like hell yeah!! Yeah I feel like envy is about blocked desire and then following that desire is just probably good for u and the world

Remember to get your 15 mins of sun with your arms out today 😅

I feel a lot more confident about mounting load bearing things on the walls now 😤

AND a lot more knowledgeable about color accurate lighting

Apartment superpowers achieved….

Attacks leave dead vs killed

Also, in the process of moving out of my old space I threw out like half of everything I owned and I feel so free. I was holding on to a lot of junk...

I'm sooooooo happy. I've never had a studio! It feels so luxurious! Will I even have work - life - art separation in a nice way? I might?

Drawing in between errands

Otherwise, my vision is totally coming together! I'm so happy!!!! Drawing and painting and movement/puppets/etc. Writing, meditating or stretching, thinking, napping, idk

I'm going to instal some fans in the doorway and cutout in the wall above it for ventilation (it's very deep in the building and very very windowless). Anything with dust or fumes won't work in this room. I will probably temporarily being any oil paintings + some lights out white working on them,

My studio is really coming together! Installed shelves, and mounted the mirror, and got color accurate lights.

Now there's an 8 ft long table, an ~11' x15' wall for painting and larger work, and a 5'x10' gym/martial arts mat and (slightly messed up) salvaged mirror for movement, rehearsing, etc.

Anyway thanks for reading <3

Now that I'm noticing it, it's everywhere! Everything seems to run on it. Having a 'this is water' sort of moment

Tbh I think it would be so cool if more people did this-- I only just started so who knows what value I will find in it, but it seems like there's something there that I'm trying to tell myself with this feeling.

If you end up doing it and feel like it was illuminating at all id love to hear

March 8th, International Women's Day

Hmm it’s actually an entirely self-obsessed feeling, and the object of envy really operates as just a canvas for it huh

I have to be honest I was really blind to all this for most of my life? It was just a feeling I tried to ignore/felt ashamed of feeling

There’s actually a lot of interesting things going on under this weird gut wrenching feeling that I see looking at this article, which I never even really clicked. It’s based on many many assumptions… and my own feelings

Maybe I feel like I’m not talented or disciplined enough to make my ‘musings’ into something other people want to read (and even buy, and support me to make)

Maybe I’m ashamed that I didn’t make this work while working on boats the other year! (I was too tired and busy to write AND work)

It’s not just about desires but about where I feel powerless, or blocked, or deficient.

Maybe I feel like NY is too expensive and crazy for me to have a ‘simple’ life with breathing room, or to make a living off of being a crossing guard, or for many contemplative moments