statement of purpose update
I devote my life to the momentary constructions for the purpose of maintaining a regular study of neural biochemistry, processes, patterns, and networks whose effects on a performance installation would successfully present a solution.
An example of this is affecting a site’s mood initally set up by a pre-set design, with a resulting performance based upon the affected concentration of biochemicals in each present body. The modulation of mood and perception, as evoked or supressed by the artwork itself.
A more specific example of this is the observation of different levels of dehydration which affect the integral effectiveness of body enzymes by varying concentrations.
This type of work is relevant since exemplary leading behaviours are that which initiate communication before utterance is necessary, and such model work is affected by optimality of momentary human body composition as per iteration.
This is a description of the necessity of optimality in the fluid process of a successful performance. Clarity is attained in this manner.
Peace in the place of violence necessitates the replacement of an action which becomes habitual, such as the thought of violent expression which can lead to harm. Exemplifying here a mild abuse of the body (as determined by dehydration) which leads to preoccupation and stress, making one unable to relate to others.
Peace that replaces violence is but a continuation or extension of a small change in the acceptance of perception, a cyclical evoked reaction that proves willingness to change.
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About Me 2010
Basics:
Name: Catalina
DOB: may 2 1985
Birthplace: Antofagasta, Chile
Current location: Plano. Texas.
Eye color: chestnut
Hair Color: chocolate / chestnut (virgin)
Height: 5′5″
Heritage: Chilean, Italian, Arabic, Spanish, mmmhhhh… and other stuff
Piercings: one on the left, two on the right, and one on the right side of my nose that i hope closes eventually
Tattoos: FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favorite:
Band/Singer: LENSE
Song: #celebs
Genre of Music: gajillions time
Color(s): all of them except blue. well, blue’s pretty cool too. mostly pink and yellow very often.
TV show(s): cartoons, chilean and brazillian soaps, discovery kids, animal planet, how i met your mother
Movie(s): cat soup, spirited away, akira, the obvious cheesy 80s ones, austin powers, space jam, beauty & the beast
Food: mooi chocolate, my madre’s bread
Store: barney’s, chinatown
#: all digits in all their combinations
Drink: highball
Clothing Brand: is W A Y shape
Shoe Brand: boutique shit, converse
Animal: kittehs, hyde park possums, pumas
Pizza topping: pineapple
Season: summer
Month: may
Holiday: my birthmonth
Flower: fuck flowers very gently
This or That: a lil somthn somthn
Sunny or rainy: rainbows!
Chocolate or vanilla: double chocolate chip cookie in vanilla soymilk
Fruit or veggie: anything but capsicum
Night or day: lazy early afternoon
Sour or sweet: tarty
Love or money: make-up relationships
Phone or in person: abduction to obtain undivided attention
Poor & happy or rich & miserable: lololoooooo whatever dude
Looks or personality: looks, definitely.
Coffee or tea: depends on quality, but tea is default
Hot or cold: warm
Your:
Goal for this year: be a mega pop star
Most missed memory: calzones rotos y sopaipillas
Best physical feature: my cunt
First thought waking up: wtf? im still alive? YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Future:
Do you wanna get married: only if i get knocked up
Do you wanna have kids: a whole school!
If so, how many: *I SAIS* a eh whole school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do you wanna go to college: FML IM STILL IN COLLEGE D:
What do you want to be: a mega pop star before the end of this year
Do You:
Dance in the rain: always
Smoke: grass over tobacs
Drink: too often these days
Shower daily: jajajajajaja if i can be bothered
Like thunderstorms: si!
Curse: when it’s absolutely necessary
Sing: to myself constantly, and promote such behaviours
Play an instrument: play with everything!!!!!!!!
Think you are good looking: wtf. i am the bestest looking ever! I am so hot 
Get along with your parents: only after breakfast
Other Questions:
Can you whistle: ya
Right or left handed: ambipedexterous
Your bedtime: I AM AN ADULT!
Biggest fear: not saving the world on time for cartoons
3 things you can’t live without: tea, t-shirts, bubbles
Color of your room: must be pink, but im working around the cream at my parents house
Siblings: two hot assholes
Middle name: José
Pets: LOL-0
Nicknames: cata, cat, leena leen, ho, bitch, fucking cunt, way, shape, meow, OHMYGOD.
For or against gay marriage: i may need it someday
Thoughts on abortion: not into it but ok with it
If you could be anywhere right now where would you be: on your chest, my love, wherever you are
Do you wear contacts/glasses: ya
Are you afraid of the dark: if it smells bad
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- attend school in a really outlandish place like Sydney, Australia when your parents live somewhere really ridiculous like Plano, Texas. this works perfect especially since you wont get any sleep for at least 24 hours straight, and will have to go through several security checkpoints, and deal with real-world creepies while in a very well-maintained, very drunken, drugged, and sedated state at all moments. alone.
- do not sleep the night before, maintaining a semi-hungover wakeful state that will vary in drunken stupour in a plane-ride dependent status
- have a ginger tea four hours before boarding
- allow plenty of fuck-up time when making way to airport
- order a silver cab, but take the wilder red, pimped out fluffball because its closer to the corner where youre standing
- make friends with the cracked out driver, give him the directions, and then end up teaching him how to use googlemaps on his ifone while getting lost in midmorning traffic
- still make it early to airport to pick up food and transport allowance from western union because you lost your bank card and ur hella broke. also because the other airline you have to take will charge u for luggage since its 2010
- bring a friend with you who cant afford the cab ride because you need him / her to stay in the car while you waste meter time in obtaining the cash somewhere reaaaaaalllly deep in the airport shopping mall
- spend 1/3 of ur allowance paying off the driver, while arguing with him that he should at least share some of the drugs he’s taken during his working hours. yes, you are probably still drunk from popping so much champane last night before the futbol game.
- check in at ticket counter and learn that the second 1/3 of ur allowance has to pay for half of ur luggage… they never told you that in this particular airline you are only allowed one free piece
- call ur father in mild desperation because the last 1/3 of the allowance will be spent on more luggage moving around drama.
- throw ifone on the ground, killing it with the smash because your slightly drunk father just told u u were too much drama to deal with and hung up on you
- scare the shit out of the counter lady, who creates a more fucked up situation at the gate that will be told later
- spend the last $15 on a beer and a glass of champagne with your friend. while chatting on his / her blue-screen nokia with both parents who have realized that their daughter may just be in some discomfort and obtain all of the flight information necessary for the next airports. one day of no food will not kill you, they say.
- beer does the job, and calms down the spirits through the security checkpoint. at this point, with all things considered, you have 9 minutes before the plane takes off. piece of cake? this place cant be that confusing. airports are meant to facilitate transport……. and then u realize youre in Sydney, the birthplace of the shopping mall. it takes 10 minutes to run through the duty-free maze and 2 more to figure out that the person at the gate holding the old school fone receiver has actually been paging you personally because youre late, and soon he tells you that although you are there before the plane door is closed, he is going to ngaf and close it in your face.
- sit on the ground at the gate and draw lots of pictures while someone claims to fix your problem
- follow a dude named chris to another counter and get scolded for everything any other bitch has ever done, and as usual, in a very soft voice explain what has actually happened, and that you need a way to call your parents.
- lots more drama. then give counter chris your parents movil #s and pass out on a bench for about an hour and a half
- be woken up by counter chris with a printout of a handwritten letter signed by your mother, and receive orders to obtain boarding pass in another hour.
- go back to bench to sleep again
- wake up with a homeless dude chillin on the other side and wonder what the fuck is a homeless dude doing at the gate and then realize the shopping cart is his luggage. your camera fone is dead remember?
- pretend its a hallucination and warm yourself in the bathroom with the hand dryers for a long time
- get into another drama with the new counter lady Michiko because the previous check-in lady has warned about my violent, ifone shattering, outburst. but in the end, there is no basis for drama so the issue is dropped and receive your boarding passes.
- at least now you are clear for the next two rides
- blow bubbles while waiting for boarding
- board plane to Auckland, you are lucky enough to have three seats to yourself, so take a very interrupted nap for two and a half hours. eat a vegan meal with red wine. ignore the aging dyke with tourette’s sitting in front.
- wonder why everything regarding New Zealand has to do with kiwis until reaching the next gate. get really confused again and be the last person boarding the plane again
- board plane to LAX, realize youre aisle surrounded by senior citizens, rail half a diazepam, spend a long time putting on eyeliner, then attempt a nap while covered by a blanket from head to toe. get tapped on the elbow by the lady behind and ignore her.
- get your vegan meal first because youre so special, and subsequently annoyed by the surrounding seniors who do not understand your sense of space and get curious
- attempt another nap and get tapped by lady behind again. have a mild argument with annoying lady
“ghrgnrca something something… !!!”
“i’m sleeping. please dont bother me.”
“uhgs vs svuns sbhdnkglh……!!!!!!!” :: tap tap tap ::
“i’m sorry, but i did not design the infrastructure of this plane which causes all these annoyances and disparities. noone forced you to prefer economy.”
(lady seeks out flight attendant) “her seat is too far back!” (all of the seniors chime in collectivelly)
(to flight attendant) “they’ve been annoying me all day!!! please help me i am only trying to sleep
“ - awesome flight attendant moves you immediately next to the cutest little boy ever, have no neighbours in front, behind, or beside.
- ask for rum and diet coke, obtain a triple shot with coke, and dilute with diet coke. at least youll get to play with cups and ice and liquids for a bit
- intoxicate yourself to sleep.
- wake up, rail 1/4 diazepam, and intoxicate to sleep again after joking around with flight staff about the neverending ride
- wake up and have breakfast, the male flight attendants have caught on and dispose of all remaining alcohol before full consciousness. they have continuously been waking you up to offer water that you also keep rejecting. WATER FROM PLASTIC?????? WTF.
- regain world domination by applying makeup correctly, and finishing the entire breakfast serving minus the cereal.
- arrive at lax, collect your luggage in a record half an hour somehow among the sea of bags lined up everywhere, and then walk your ass all the way from terminal 2 to terminal 4 in the hot heat after spending at least an entire hour trying to figure out where the domestic side of the airport resides
- check in, drop bags at x-ray, and blow plenty of bubbles while standing in security checkpoint line. also get bumped continuously by the semi-cute dudes standing behind you. they just wont ever get your attention. the best part becomes when the 1/3 allowance remaining for luggage since the flights were not actually connected gets waived by a really nice check-in counter dude probably named chris or john. win!
- so now you can eat a salad with lots of guacamole and a black bean patty, and excess lemon juice at Chili’s as well as sip on a tall glass containing a double shot of Knobb creek with soda water AND NO ICE. ask the person next to you the time because all your electronics are out of comission and there are no clocks anywhere. feel strange becauce you have probably never had to ask a stranger for the time. relax because you have a couple more layover hours to kill. you did try to find a $10 prepaid movil everywhere in the terminal, but failed.
- draw and color some more
- board plane to DFW, rail the last bit of diazepam, reapply eyeliner, pass the f out for the entire ride. trip out when waking up because the dude sitting to your right is reading a book and also looks EXACTLY like a fat version of your oldest brother who does not ever fly out of LAX to DFW because he’s just got a different map. pretend its another hallucination again and find it very amusing!
- eat a bag of salted peanuts while waiting for the luggage and then take it outside where your mother arrives driving your father’s truck.
- although your cat will run out of the house to play with all the other kittehs as soon as you arrive, things are ok because your father actually made tiraditos ceviche style specially for you, to enjoy with a blue moon beer and melon for dessert.
- wonder for the rest of the holiday how it became possible that you ever ate Oporto’s, Macca’s, Sweet Chilli anything, arnott’s cookies, and Tim Tam icecream to the degree that it was all normal.
