Personal Resource List

Personal Resource list-Alexander Baxter

Personal Resource List: Max Oliver

Personal Resource List Rylie S. Muir

Personal Resource List- Zane Tibbs

Personal resource list, IV Jo

Not afraid to be messy
 Phone
Car
 Computer programs
 Family
 Friends
 Microphone
 Make up kit
 Write eloquently
 Singing ability
 Ability to dance
 Rock collection
 Art  Box
 Paint
 Story writer
 Brother can write code
 Some money
 Instruments
 Semi flexible
 Organizer
 Meditator
 Imagination
 Actor
 Artist
 Sarcasm
 Obscure facts
 Emotionally intelligent
 Supporter
 Listener
  Observant
 Visual memory
 3-D  Puzzle solver
 Stamina
 Hiker
  Photographer
 Markers/ Pens
 Climbing trees
 Books
 Familiar with Japanese culture

Personal Resource List- Justin Cresswell

Justin Cresswell

Personal Resource List

Internet

Snow College Library

Professors

Car

Wife

Some financial liberty

In-law network for Mother in law and Grandmother in law

Parents

Parent’s network

Second language

Some of a third language

Peru Connections

Personable

Can talk to strangers

Extensive collection of past work

Flexibility

Moab connections

Fast writer

Large scrap paper collection

Aunt and uncle network

Beard

Friend network

Powerful computer

Smartphone

Deadline motivation

Moab wilderness knowledge

introspection

Self improvement

Low stress lifestyle

Sculpture

Drawing

3d sculpting knowledge

Good health

Good at planning and executing

Good listener

Humor

Large collection of plastic bags

Fast learner

Good at welding

Cutting

Adventure

Large art supply collection

Google master

Not paralyzed by fear

Good at asking for and accepting help 

Roller blades

Fully stocked kitchen

Large collection of games

Access to a horse

Climate tolerance

Camera 

Construction experience

Wood working

Henderson network

Mission network

College network

RH Johnson network

Access to a truck and trailer

Hunger tolerance

Know how to cook 

Know how to budget

Know how to save

Money in the bank

Good credit

Know how to sew

Know how to rope

Know how to ride a horse

How to feed/ take care of animals

Personal Resource list - KennadeeDutson

Personal Resource List - Becky Weber

I Am for an Art - Ryan Simmons

This is a Sculpture

Pop up show - Aj Roberts - fractured self portrait

-------------------------------------------------------------
Did some small mixed media drawings of stuff the represents myself, items manly along with a few body parts.

Do It (Out of Class) 7 minutes- Emily Brown

(the video that includes me is in Anthony Ryder's post)

I was wildly uncomfortable with the assignment. I could not have done it alone. I have never been good at singing, and I haven't sung in a public setting, where strangers could potentially hear, in years. I can't hold a note, or match pitch, despite years of singing lessons. Some thoughts I had during the 7 minutes included:

• Am I even close to my note?
• Is anyone on a note?
• Is it only Eliza who is hitting her note?
• Why is this taking so long?
• How has it only been 2 minutes?
• Seven minutes is a fucking long time
• Eliza has to be close to twerking
• Anthony has to be sick of "heart and soul" 
• Why doesn't he switch songs?
• This is it- this is how I'm going to die, these seven minutes will stretch out into oblivion, everything will fade away from around me, and I will reabsorb into the ether as an uncomfortable mass who can't sing for shit, the heat beating through these windows will consume us as we try to stay on a note, and I will die embarrassed and embarrassing and
• It's been seven minutes? Thank god

Pop-Up Show- Emily Brown

Things We Teach Our Girls, or The Bubblegum Bitch Manifesto

The Things We Teach Our Girls, or the Bubblegum Bitch Manifesto ______________________________________________________________________________

A wise woman of our time, Marina and the Diamonds™️ once said 

“Hit me with your sweet love, Steal me with a kiss.

 I’m Miss Sugar Pink, liquor liquor lips 

I’m gonna be your bubblegum bitch.”

•From the day she is born, we teach her that she is made of sugar and spice and everything nice so she will never remember a time when her main purpose was not to be as consumable as possible.

• We teach her that she is of value, only because of her relation to her father, her husband, her god, her children, but never for existing in her own right.

• We teach her to hold back tears of frustration from the time she can understand words.

•We tell her that she is not the default, and that the things made for her come with caveats- chick flicks, chick-lit, girl pockets that are fake and necessitate a girl’s purse.

• We pump her full of saccharine bullshit like “why fit in when you were born to stand out?” and then call her an attention whore the moment she finds a niche.

• We teach our girls that any change she tries to enact will only be a desperate, high-pitched screech into the void, while withholding the fact that that void is full of other girls just like her, each wishing she wasn’t so alone.

• We teach her that being conventional makes her basic, that liking anything else makes her a manic pixie dream girl, and that both are her fault.

•We preach the happily ever after, without warning her that it might include hiding money in envelopes so she could leave her husband if she needed to. That she might breastfeed her sixth child while crying against the side of the bathtub, while babies 4 and 5 scream for her attention. That her reality will become making dinner every day for the rest of her husband’s life. That she might have to force a smile and say “It is what it is” after her husband of 35 years is caught cheating with the fourth person and second man in under two years. That she might have a mental break and go on to have kids that she will admit were only so she would have enough pregnancies under her belt to have her insurance pay for a hysterectomy. Or that her husband might forbid her from playing the piano in her own home because he doesn’t like the way it sounds when she does something for herself, or that she might spend the rest of her life having to ape content with silent, self-administered orgasms after her husband rolls over and goes to sleep.

• We teach her to swallow. To swallow his cum, her words, her pride, the lump in her throat, herself- so as to avoid being labeled a bitch.

•We teach her that her body is a temple, but never that she might be worthy of worship.

•We tell her that her personality is something she needs to grow out of.

• We show her that a self-respecting woman keeps an aspirin between her knees and and a Xanax in her purse.

•We teach her to begin and end her sentences with an apology. But we tell her to speak up, to steady her voice and her hands and her knees and that she’d better not cry or she will never be taken seriously.

•We teach her that women brought forth the fall of man, but also the birth of Christ, but then tell her the dichotomy between virgin and whore is an oversimplification and she really shouldn’t be so sensitive.

•We tell her to shrink, to not take up space, to hush and that she’s beautiful when she cries and then act surprised when she swallows pills and slits her wrists in an effort to either appeal to the masses or opt out entirely.

• We tell her to stop crying, to veil her face, to bow her head and say yes.

• We teach our girls that because some man already did it decades before she was born, that her attempt will be unoriginal, trite, and that she shouldn’t even try.

So I am for an art.

I am for an art that is a baby girl’s first wobbly step into the world we did not prepare her for.

I am for an art that is angry, cliché, ham-fisted, off-key, stubborn, self-centered, clumsy, glittery, garish, and god forbid, girly.

I am for an art from a Bubblegum Bitch.

Pop-Up Show - Jamyn Scarlet

Meat on My Bones

Someone get this girl a sandwich

You look like a twig

You must never eat anything

You are all skin and bones

There isn’t anything to you

You aught to get some meat on those bones

Pop Up Show- Nakita Shelley

Sew my clothing on my body to any point surrounding me.

You speak to me I’ll listen.

Think about what you did.

Nesting.