The mirrors and the unacknowledged nods.
Dial tones and license plates.
The words you didn't choose.
Everything the day's too small to hold spills on to the dusk,
and shorts the evening's fuse.
So you fumble for a voice and sing "Happy Birthday."
Read it to yourself again.
The stories always end the same.
He can't stay and she won't run,
and fear is where they're calling from.
Staunch the blood from countless tiny cuts.
We're all out of bandages.
The heaters rattle taunt.
Sifting through translucent shards of glass,
looking for a filament that lit the life you want.
So you stumble for the phone, grasp the cord and pull.
Will your readership complain the stories always end the same?
She can't stay and he won't run, and fear is where they're calling from.
Afraid is where you're calling from.
Weakerthans- Uncorrected Proofs
Another birthday. 23 years old. Nothing exciting to report. Sore from snowboarding. Black diamonds? My 6th snowboarding experience? What was I thinking? Trying to quit my job, making art, distension about party plans. The usual.
As Vainglory said "Nobody likes me when I'm 23".... I never wanna act my age. What's my age again? What's my age again?
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
There is no way to avoid feeling shitty on Valentine's Day. Let's be honest, I could list 50 real reasons why I'm opposed to Valentine's day, and I do. But those are not the cause of my hatred. They are rationalizations, designed to hide this fundamental truth: Valentine's Day sucks. It makes me miserable. No amount of productivity, shitty romance movies and hagen das can even begin to compare with how bad this day makes me feel, even when I pretend it isn't happening. I hate Valentines Day, I hate being single, and I hate the fact that it comes right before my birthday so all the progress of months of telling myself that I'm awesome and everything will work itself out gets stomped on today, so when we get to my birthday there is no chance of me feeling anything but awful. Writing cards to my friends to tell them how much I love them and doing thumbnails for my stroke comic hasn't exactly helped either. This is one of those depressing posts I should just delete. It's only going to make me feel worse when no one responds. I wish I were the sort of girl who could just go out and pick up some random stranger for sex. At least then I'd be pathetic and getting laid, rather than just pathetic. Stupid standards. Stupid self respect. FML.
At least my teddy bear is good for cuddles. I need a hug.
At least my teddy bear is good for cuddles. I need a hug.
Ha. No.
The world is a fucked up place, but it has been and could be much worse.
Skiping all the other shit in this article, imagine if you were having sex and the only response you got from your partner was one "small moan". I think all of us, men and women, would have stopped long before the "moment of fulfillment" because that's just not sexy or a good sign at all.
http://i.imgur.com/A1BuB.jpg
Skiping all the other shit in this article, imagine if you were having sex and the only response you got from your partner was one "small moan". I think all of us, men and women, would have stopped long before the "moment of fulfillment" because that's just not sexy or a good sign at all.
http://i.imgur.com/A1BuB.jpg
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Tim Burton!
So, today, I went to the Tim Burton exhibit at MoMA. Oh. My. God. And I do not say that lightly. Holy shit, it was amazing. Seriously, if you're in the NYC area, get your butt over there before it closes (April 26). Even my non-artsy friends really enjoyed it. It is epicly fabulous, as Tim Burton is wont to be.
Edit for brief art talk on why Tim Burton's work is fabulous: It seems simple and almost child like, and is highly imaginative. But it's rich with layers of meaning, way more than you can take in in a couple of hours of an exhibit. Plus he's technically brilliant, using a wide variety of mediums with complete control, without sacrificing fluidity. His painting style is very different from his pencil work, with brush stroke movement similar to Van Gogh, while his pastel work is heavy, but still feels spontaneous. Really, his ink/watercolor work is my favorite. His line quality is superb, and his pieces looks very unplanned, like everything is a doodle that just came out perfectly, and nothing is overworked. He uses touches of color to liven up the work further, while retaining the freshness that keeps his pieces, which are often creepy as hell, from becoming moody. Now that I feel like I've written a gallery report on why Tim Burton is excellent, I'll stfu and go to sleep.
At first, I was kinda depressed because it was all holy shit awesome, and I will never be that awesome. But then I remembered that pretty much everything in the exhibit was done when Tim Burton was substantially older and more trained than I am, and one day, I too shall be awesome. Perhaps even awesome enough for my own exhibit at MoMA, but expecting that would be ludicrous.
And now that I have a connection cable for my camera I give you: Tim Burton Style Monsters, which I just created this evening:
And Valentine's Cards, which I must write in and send off. They will be late, but not because I don't love the recipients. I'm just slow. These are being sent because I failed new year's cards epicly.
And a journal page from a few days ago that I really love, unfortunately the camera failed a bit as I was working (really it was user error- the bits I was working on were not in the shot etc), so there is no video, well, not one I'm willing to post.
The quote is from Weakerthan's Reunion Tour. Lyrics here. Such an excellent song.
In the morning, I have to color page 2 of my 8 panel exercise, plot and thumbnail the first 3-5 pages of my stroke comic, and write the messages into my valentines. Plus I want to work on some more whimsical Tim Burton type art. Now that I have a camera cable, I'll try to update with pics more often.
Edit for brief art talk on why Tim Burton's work is fabulous: It seems simple and almost child like, and is highly imaginative. But it's rich with layers of meaning, way more than you can take in in a couple of hours of an exhibit. Plus he's technically brilliant, using a wide variety of mediums with complete control, without sacrificing fluidity. His painting style is very different from his pencil work, with brush stroke movement similar to Van Gogh, while his pastel work is heavy, but still feels spontaneous. Really, his ink/watercolor work is my favorite. His line quality is superb, and his pieces looks very unplanned, like everything is a doodle that just came out perfectly, and nothing is overworked. He uses touches of color to liven up the work further, while retaining the freshness that keeps his pieces, which are often creepy as hell, from becoming moody. Now that I feel like I've written a gallery report on why Tim Burton is excellent, I'll stfu and go to sleep.
At first, I was kinda depressed because it was all holy shit awesome, and I will never be that awesome. But then I remembered that pretty much everything in the exhibit was done when Tim Burton was substantially older and more trained than I am, and one day, I too shall be awesome. Perhaps even awesome enough for my own exhibit at MoMA, but expecting that would be ludicrous.
And now that I have a connection cable for my camera I give you: Tim Burton Style Monsters, which I just created this evening:
And Valentine's Cards, which I must write in and send off. They will be late, but not because I don't love the recipients. I'm just slow. These are being sent because I failed new year's cards epicly.
The quote is from Weakerthan's Reunion Tour. Lyrics here. Such an excellent song.
In the morning, I have to color page 2 of my 8 panel exercise, plot and thumbnail the first 3-5 pages of my stroke comic, and write the messages into my valentines. Plus I want to work on some more whimsical Tim Burton type art. Now that I have a camera cable, I'll try to update with pics more often.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Win
Every so often, the internet is win.
http://digg.com/comedy/That_s_a_Bingoooo_PIC?OTC-ig
check the links in the comments, some of them are excellent, but nothing as epic as the main one.
http://digg.com/comedy/That_s_a_Bingoooo_PIC?OTC-ig
check the links in the comments, some of them are excellent, but nothing as epic as the main one.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saints V Colts
If only people came with rules like football. I want 6 time outs per game, clearly defined rules and a ref to assign penalties. "Illegal self-absorption. Replay 1st Date" "Purposeful obfuscation. 15 yd penalty". And it's def time for someone else to take the field, I'm tired of playing both ways all the time. I mean, seriously, why must I be defense, offense, and special teams.
In other, less sports metaphorical news, MY LAPTOP IS BACK. Hopefully, I'll have something real to post in the next day or 2. Until then, I'll leave you on standby while I try to sort out the fact that every man in my life is being stupid at the same time.
(Kyle suggests I switch teams, and try for women, my response: "Women are even crazier than men, which is why I don't date them anymore". Sad, but accurate. Most of my gender is populated by people who can't be straightforward. FML.)
In other, less sports metaphorical news, MY LAPTOP IS BACK. Hopefully, I'll have something real to post in the next day or 2. Until then, I'll leave you on standby while I try to sort out the fact that every man in my life is being stupid at the same time.
(Kyle suggests I switch teams, and try for women, my response: "Women are even crazier than men, which is why I don't date them anymore". Sad, but accurate. Most of my gender is populated by people who can't be straightforward. FML.)
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Hiatus
As you may have noticed, I've fallen off the world a bit. I had lots of grand ideas, and I really do want to get to them all. Unfortunately, technology is conspiring against me. My laptop is in a sad state, despite my earlier reformat, and I had to send it off to have it's motherboard and DC jack repaired. I'm currently using my mom's laptop when it's available. My camera cable is MIA, so I can't upload pics. And my new flip has to be sent home to it's maker to be fixed also.
When my various bits and pieces get sorted out, I'll be able to embark on a new, more focused blog where I'll post videos and pictures and lots of art.
Until then, I'll probably be more or less invisible, and I'll be cleaning, knitting, painting and snowboarding (Quechee mountain this weekend). Oh, and working. Yeah, that job thing. And taking classes! I signed up for a class on drawing graphic novels and one on ceramics starting next week. Should be excellent.
When my various bits and pieces get sorted out, I'll be able to embark on a new, more focused blog where I'll post videos and pictures and lots of art.
Until then, I'll probably be more or less invisible, and I'll be cleaning, knitting, painting and snowboarding (Quechee mountain this weekend). Oh, and working. Yeah, that job thing. And taking classes! I signed up for a class on drawing graphic novels and one on ceramics starting next week. Should be excellent.
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