stop reading blogs, doug.
find a job, doug.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
the best thing about tomorrow is that it is always tomorrow.
remember that time i said i would update soon and then didn't?
sorry.
being home is nice: finally hanging with aaron and ryan again, along with the rest of the gang. i'm biking nearly everywhere, spending half the week painting houses, and that's about it. i hadn't made art since the end of the semester up until last night, which was weird, and even last night it was just some big writing on big newsprint paper that's now hanging on my wall, c'est la vie. it was nice nonetheless.
so yes, i'm happy being home, but i do miss people in baltimore of course. jenna sent me her awesome book about having eight thousand six-hundred and sixty holes in her finger tips, and i was happy.
wolf just started playing fetch with me. he's so fucking awesome.
i was going to put more ffffound things up here, but i'm such a cynic and i feel like for every one picture that i actually like, there are hundreds that make me say "grow the fuck up you hipster-in-love." is that bad? like this vomitorium, which is kind of cute but also mostly disgusting. there's one thing i read where it said something like, "i knew that i would love you when i found out we had the same favorite brand of sketchbooks," .... ? congratulations, you both know about moleskin journals, they're not that special.
you know?
how about a poem.
needing someone to
write notes and letters to
needing someone to
wake up next to and
kiss goodnight and cook food
for and needing someone
who needs someone
needing someone who knows
what can be done and should be done
and will never do what ought
not be done and needing someone
with the grace of a tsunami
and who doesn't mind being
open to the world i'm
waiting for you you're side
of the bed is made and empty
sorry.
being home is nice: finally hanging with aaron and ryan again, along with the rest of the gang. i'm biking nearly everywhere, spending half the week painting houses, and that's about it. i hadn't made art since the end of the semester up until last night, which was weird, and even last night it was just some big writing on big newsprint paper that's now hanging on my wall, c'est la vie. it was nice nonetheless.
so yes, i'm happy being home, but i do miss people in baltimore of course. jenna sent me her awesome book about having eight thousand six-hundred and sixty holes in her finger tips, and i was happy.
wolf just started playing fetch with me. he's so fucking awesome.i was going to put more ffffound things up here, but i'm such a cynic and i feel like for every one picture that i actually like, there are hundreds that make me say "grow the fuck up you hipster-in-love." is that bad? like this vomitorium, which is kind of cute but also mostly disgusting. there's one thing i read where it said something like, "i knew that i would love you when i found out we had the same favorite brand of sketchbooks," .... ? congratulations, you both know about moleskin journals, they're not that special.
you know?
how about a poem.
needing someone to
write notes and letters to
needing someone to
wake up next to and
kiss goodnight and cook food
for and needing someone
who needs someone
needing someone who knows
what can be done and should be done
and will never do what ought
not be done and needing someone
with the grace of a tsunami
and who doesn't mind being
open to the world i'm
waiting for you you're side
of the bed is made and empty
Friday, May 15, 2009
in case you couldn't tell, i watched the warriors recently, and, don't worry, it's still fucking awesome.
i need to clean and pack my room, and hang out with everyone, and i think that's it, but it sure feels like a lot.
that's funny to me, or something.
can someone make me a playlist of totally sad songs?
later i'm going to make a post of all the business cards i picked up at the commencement show, it'll be awesome. sorry this post was pretty boring.
that's funny to me, or something.can someone make me a playlist of totally sad songs?
later i'm going to make a post of all the business cards i picked up at the commencement show, it'll be awesome. sorry this post was pretty boring.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Morning
| I've got to tell you how I love you always I think of it on grey mornings with death in my mouth the tea is never hot enough then and the cigarette dry the maroon robe chills me I need you and look out the window at the noiseless snow At night on the dock the buses glow like clouds and I am lonely thinking of flutes I miss you always when I go to the beach the sand is wet with tears that seem mine although I never weep and hold you in my heart with a very real humor you'd be proud of the parking lot is crowded and I stand rattling my keys the car is empty as a bicycle what are you doing now where did you eat your lunch and were there lots of anchovies it is difficult to think of you without me in the sentence you depress me when you are alone Last night the stars were numerous and today snow is their calling card I'll not be cordial there is nothing that distracts me music is only a crossword puzzle do you know how it is when you are the only passenger if there is a place further from me I beg you do not go |
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
monoprints moneyprints
what's the worst part of hell?
not enough whiskey.
not enough whiskey.
i've been doing a lot of monoprinting lately (a lot.) in all three of my studio classes. i'm really glad my professors are all okay with it, i feel like everything is becoming so solidified and unified and probably all kinds of -fied's. i went to dolphin on my way home from rite-aid tonight, and laid out all the small-format monoprints i have, and counted somewhere in the sixties. they're all around postcard size, and some time i may start sending them out- the only problem is that they're mostly fail-comments: about being sad, lonely, fucked up, blasphemous. it's all there. anyway, while they were all laid out in front of me i picked out some of my favorites, the ones that show a good array of what they're like, here they are.
in other news:
i had a really good day today, for the most part. i stopped taking my medicine. probably the worst part was that i bought a pack of drum this morning (at the old price) and lost it at around 5 pm when i lied down on a bench in cohen plaza. but, that's really not that bad, so i guess it really was a good day.
i'm listening to otis redding right now, and it's good. duh. later it will be billie holiday, and it was be good, too.
"do you like billie holiday?"
"oh, i love him."
Monday, April 20, 2009
this is pretty neat for a cover i think. it's weird the way the author's name and the smaller text praising the book work out together, to start and end at just the right places. i'm not a graphic designer so i don't know how a graphic designer did it, but i'm more of a mathematician, and i know if i were told to make this work it would take some quadratic equations and (maybe?) differentials? i'm not sure, it's been a while since i've done legitimate math- thanks mica.
here's a shirt i found on ffffound the other day, and i think the sentiment is pretty true to my own, but if i ever turned my life choices into a shirt, it would hopefully kick a lot more ass than this. some bird-head wearing fuck-me shoes? honestly?i've been doing a lot of work lately that's equated me to jesus and the son of god, and i have no idea why. part of it might just be more blasphemy, which is always nice, part of it is thinking that i'm suffering for other people, which is weird. i'll take pictures of all those fun things later, when i get them back from dolphin.
also, i bought a corn cob pipe today. why? i don't know. i just felt like it was the right thing to do at this point in my life. so i did it and it tasted pretty good when i smoked from it, and there's that. ALSO, i'm reading things by jacques ellul, friedrich nietzsche, michael bakunin, and theodore kaczynski: i don't know if i should keep reading or just blow shit up all over the place. i really like it. i'm reading all these things because i'm writing a paper on the unabomber and glorifying him a bit, maybe not in his exact actions, but at least in his ideals and for having some fucking motivation to do something about it rather than sit back and watch nature dissolve and technology take over. (says the man typing at the keyboard.)
Sunday, April 19, 2009
i guess i'll try this out
for me, art hardly consists of images any more.
what does that mean? i haven't drawn a legitimate picture or painting since the beginning of this year; if it has no words in it, i seem to not care about it. where is the line drawn between being and artist and a poet? what makes barbara kruger an artist and not a writer? or jenny holzer? fuck if i know.
what i do know:
i only want to write things. when they're long i call them poems, when they're short i call them art, and all of them are emotionally taxing.
what does that mean? i haven't drawn a legitimate picture or painting since the beginning of this year; if it has no words in it, i seem to not care about it. where is the line drawn between being and artist and a poet? what makes barbara kruger an artist and not a writer? or jenny holzer? fuck if i know.
what i do know:
i only want to write things. when they're long i call them poems, when they're short i call them art, and all of them are emotionally taxing.
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