i can do this...

there are 6 weeks left of graduate school.
next week is spring break.
i would like to be mostly done with my thesis
by the time spring break is over.

there are many things i need to do
in the next 6 weeks.
i'm kind of freaking out.

there are many college students outside my classroom and i want to be there too.

i have a crush on a boy i've never met.
i dont even really know what he looks like.
but i think about him all the time and
last night i had a sex dream about him and
i dont usually have sex dreams.


i can answer questions

ryan manning interviewed me for his blog 'thunk'.

check it out here:
ryan manning v alison zullo

also, check out his other blog here:

his poem in FakeOrange 2.0 is one of my favorites. you would agree if you bought it here:
Love, The Internet


i can participate in genius conferences

thanks nick and matt for helping us bang out the zines this weekend...it was way more fun than i could have imagined.

here are some pictures from the process and the party:


i can...uh...

alfie: hi

me: hey

alfie: im invisible

me: i can see that

i can meet deadlines...

fake orange 2.0 (Love, The Internet) is printing RIGHT NOW. i cant wait to get back to the clubhouse to pull an all-nighter cutting and folding and silk screening and stapling. the prototypes look really good! im excited to show it to everyone tomorrow and to see all of these brilliant people in the same room (thanks to ellen frances)



i can die happy...

me and ian went to see cursive the other night and it was the best show i've been to in a VERY long time. i got that feeling..you know...when you know that everything is going to be okay and it all finally makes sense. i don't know.

i've decided that i love the new album and this song in particular:

What Have I Done?

A year now and nothing much has changed
Holed up in a motel in El Paso
This was meant to be my great escape
I got lost along the way
Amongst free HBO and take out

I'm gonna write my Moby Dick
More like scratching lyrics on paper plates
I spent the best years of my life
Waiting on the best years of my life
So what's there to write about?

What have I done?
What have I done?

So is this my destiny?
From starlight into eternity
The gods must be laughing down at me
Ha ha ha

A traveling salesman at twenty years old
Stranded in Ann Arbor with a flat tire
I watched the sun sadly set
Any younger I may have wept
Much older I wouldn't have noticed
But I was out there in the world
And the world it passed me by
I was telling everyone back home
That I was taking it by storm
Instead I watched it from the roadside

What have I done?
What have I done?

Are these the best tales I can spin?
A boy waiting to begin
A man of no memoirs
What have I done?
What have I done?

And you're young and you're gonna be someone
And you're old and you're ashamed of what you've become
Well take a look around you
You're preaching to the choir

Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha!

Tell me darling, what have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?