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2010-10-24T01:15:00.003-04:00

I keep rubbing my hands together, hoping that it will turn on the heat. One more month according to the white board hanging on my wall, but I'm already regretting that declaration. I wonder if it counts If just turn the oven on and leave the door open.

6 A.M. Phone Call

2009-11-11T06:50:00.004-05:00

This time it's me who's speechless. I just woke up and He won't slow down.

"Hawaii?"

"Think about it my friend. It'd be in the music industry, you have talent and passion. Think about it."

Lost Soul

2009-10-19T16:32:00.002-04:00

4/20/07, 3:07 PM
hows school
crazy, how's life?
busy and yet I'm not really doing anything
I have a wedding to go to this weekend
that should be fun
and I think I've been fired from all of my sub jobs because no ones called me in at least a month
I always faced discrimination because I was a twenty year old male
I should sue
I have just as much right to work as a sub as some retired teacher that no one liked anyway
they always think I'm a pedophile or a school shooter when I show up
3:10 PM
that sucks
any info on schools ?
well in all honesty I wasn't very good
I just kinda shut the door and let them run wild all day
I finished my law school application to CSU and I applied late to OSU architecture
but haven't heard from either
I just have to write up a letter of interest for the other schools I'm applying too
and I've started writing my anthology
and theres a building for sale that I'm thinking about buying but no bank would approve me because I don't have a job
the weathers nice though
3:25 PM
Karl has gone offline.

These used to be green

2009-08-19T00:14:00.004-04:00

Breathe. Just focus on your breath.

You're doing okay, it's new.

Fold the napkin on the diagonal.
Fork, Fork, Knife.

She put you on her wall.

Only ten more to go.

Today was much better.

Roll it tight.

You're fine.

Breathe.

Midnight Phone Call

2009-05-21T20:29:00.005-04:00

"No, Music is fine"

He's still shocked I picked up. I can hear him picking his words carefully.

"You have.. I just worry that you aren't focusing on anything."

I want to go back to school

2009-01-03T13:24:00.002-05:00

Now and then, someone will write in the comments that young artists don't need tools. They just need their own God-given creativity and their beautiful natural-born styles. They needn't hamper themselves with knowledge and techniques that were learned through trial and error by experts over decades. The young genius artist wants to start from scratch and make all the same mistakes that thousands of more talented artists had long ago learned to correct.

Every artist of course has the right to do whatever he wants. Every builder does too. You could poopoo hammers as cramping your creativity and try to punch nails into wood as you attempt to build a house in a completely new way without even a plan. It's not against the law or anything. - But good luck in ever finishing it or having it stand up by itself.

But it eludes my reasoning why anyone would want to choose to have absolutely no control over their finished products. Skills, practice, knowledge and tools put you way ahead of your competitors.

You have a much wider freedom of creative choices if you understand the basic tools of your trade.

-John Kricfalusi

a man without a dream

2008-12-08T17:02:00.003-05:00

We sat around the dining room table. Papers folded and marked were strewn about. Everyone's eyes were red and wet with laughter. I knew only a few of them, but we were bound together in that moment sharing a love of the absurd, reveling in our inadequacies.

After our game, two friends (one old, one new) chatted about plans and opportunities. Directions and dreams. I sat with rapt attention to my friend's drunk words spilling on the table with our papers. She has such a vision of where she is and where she wants to be. I left envious with a drawing stashed in my pocket,

Alas I cannot swim

2008-09-29T13:03:00.004-04:00

The fingers itch. The mind races. The soul throbs. So much to say. The gates are blocked. Stupid fingers.

{They} don't like to think about it anymore.

2008-09-23T13:04:00.003-04:00

Yesterday the world was careworn, but loved. Today it is dilapidated, abandoned. I don't know what part I had to play in it be it nothing or the mastermind. Regardless, the weight is staggering.