(above: the raw canvas)
from dirtycarart.com
dust art! yay!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
i hate
having people hate me.
all i want is love.
all i need is love.
all the whole world needs is love.
and forgiveness.
you can't have one without the other.
all i want is love.
all i need is love.
all the whole world needs is love.
and forgiveness.
you can't have one without the other.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
this game is way to much fun
A.D.D.I.C.T.I.N.G!http://grant.robinson.name/projects/guess-the-google/game.php?l=5
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
star chart
Gemini (taurus cusp)
Virgo
Saggitarius
Scorpio
Gemini
Taurus
Aquarius
Taurus
Leo
Scorpio
Aquarius
Scorpio
Virgo
Taurus (gemini cusp)
Leo
Scorpio
Scorpio
Virgo
4 air
6 earth
3 fire
5 water
Missing: Aries, Cancer, Libra, Pisces, Capricorn
Virgo
Saggitarius
Scorpio
Gemini
Taurus
Aquarius
Taurus
Leo
Scorpio
Aquarius
Scorpio
Virgo
Taurus (gemini cusp)
Leo
Scorpio
Scorpio
Virgo
4 air
6 earth
3 fire
5 water
Missing: Aries, Cancer, Libra, Pisces, Capricorn
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
shivers and jitter and butterfly insides
shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. SHIT.
now i'm all a-flutter.
this hasn't happened in SO LONG.
i love the sensation,
but i know it's the wrong sensation to have.
very VERY wrong.
i'm really posting too many
songs and videos and not enough actually writings
. . . but it's LYLE!
(and my thoughts are just a bit to convoluted at this point to blog about, actually that's a lie, i'm just being fuckin' lazy whoops)
Fat Babies - Lyle Lovett
. . . but it's LYLE!
(and my thoughts are just a bit to convoluted at this point to blog about, actually that's a lie, i'm just being fuckin' lazy whoops)
Fat Babies - Lyle Lovett
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
c.o.n.f.e.s.s.i.o.n.
i miss being at Hampshire.
ahem. Correction: I miss being at college.
living at home again is trying.
having my mom bugging me
every second about where
i've been and what i'm doing.
having too much free time
on my hands.
having to live with people
who monitor and judge
my behavior.
I just miss the freedom
of being on my own, I guess,
even if that sense of freedom
was false in the sense
that I was still almost completely dependent
on my parents financially.
but still, some sliver of
adulthood was there.
now i feel like it's right back to
the cradle, or at least
the training pants.
but then again,
maybe it's not something
i can blame on my surrounding
circumstances
family.
maybe it's me.
maybe I'm just to scared
to truly be on my own.
maybe deep down I don't
want to leave home.
and maybe deep down that's okay,
because i don't think any of us
really want to leave our home,
most of us just don't know
where that home is.
Maybe this "home" that I'm
in now isn't really the home
I yearn for when i'm all alone
late at night
with only my laptop as distraction.
(it's a pretty amazing distraction, though,
don't get me wrong, i can forget a lot of things
when I sit down at this machine)
but, really, I mean we used to live
in tribes right?
we used to be surrounded by our extended family
by all our friends
our elders
our brother
our sisters
our cousins
our community
and we never left.
and it doesn't seem like those
people were nearly as unhappy
as we are.
ahem. Correction: I miss being at college.
living at home again is trying.
having my mom bugging me
every second about where
i've been and what i'm doing.
having too much free time
on my hands.
having to live with people
who monitor and judge
my behavior.
I just miss the freedom
of being on my own, I guess,
even if that sense of freedom
was false in the sense
that I was still almost completely dependent
on my parents financially.
but still, some sliver of
adulthood was there.
now i feel like it's right back to
the cradle, or at least
the training pants.
but then again,
maybe it's not something
i can blame on my surrounding
circumstances
family.
maybe it's me.
maybe I'm just to scared
to truly be on my own.
maybe deep down I don't
want to leave home.
and maybe deep down that's okay,
because i don't think any of us
really want to leave our home,
most of us just don't know
where that home is.
Maybe this "home" that I'm
in now isn't really the home
I yearn for when i'm all alone
late at night
with only my laptop as distraction.
(it's a pretty amazing distraction, though,
don't get me wrong, i can forget a lot of things
when I sit down at this machine)
but, really, I mean we used to live
in tribes right?
we used to be surrounded by our extended family
by all our friends
our elders
our brother
our sisters
our cousins
our community
and we never left.
and it doesn't seem like those
people were nearly as unhappy
as we are.
Dream 2/17/2009
crazy dreams last night. The one I remember most vividly:
I was driving our new red car. I was driving to this park, a tiny park by my friend Anna
Millard's house. I was in the passenger's seat and the car was driving itself. I somehow ended up at some softball fields. My brother and Cheeseman were there. I agreed to drive them back home. But the car was hard to drive, it wouldn't brake, and I was lost. I could see the Nashville skyline in the background but it looked very far away. We finally stopped at Cheeseman's house so my brother could take a shower. There was a huge kitched and platters of hamburgers in orange bun and rice covered in tinfoil everywhere, even sitting in front of the fire place. Everything was orange and fake wood. Cheeseman mom's came home and accused me of eating a pan of rice, even though I'm pretty sure it was a dog.
In a previous part of the dream:
I had to take J.P. to a drawing class at Watking. Claire Syler and a few other people I knew were there but I didn't want anyone to see me. I met Haley and we had coffee in the little cafe, and she was telling me that my brother had left class to go camping with Evan Blackwell and John Bacon.
. . . and that's about all i remember folks.
i woke up feeling stressed.
i hate being lost.
I was driving our new red car. I was driving to this park, a tiny park by my friend Anna
Millard's house. I was in the passenger's seat and the car was driving itself. I somehow ended up at some softball fields. My brother and Cheeseman were there. I agreed to drive them back home. But the car was hard to drive, it wouldn't brake, and I was lost. I could see the Nashville skyline in the background but it looked very far away. We finally stopped at Cheeseman's house so my brother could take a shower. There was a huge kitched and platters of hamburgers in orange bun and rice covered in tinfoil everywhere, even sitting in front of the fire place. Everything was orange and fake wood. Cheeseman mom's came home and accused me of eating a pan of rice, even though I'm pretty sure it was a dog.
In a previous part of the dream:
I had to take J.P. to a drawing class at Watking. Claire Syler and a few other people I knew were there but I didn't want anyone to see me. I met Haley and we had coffee in the little cafe, and she was telling me that my brother had left class to go camping with Evan Blackwell and John Bacon.
. . . and that's about all i remember folks.
i woke up feeling stressed.
i hate being lost.
drawing
is hard! my brain hurts from my first three-hour class last night. I really really really really really want to be able to draw well, but DAYUM it's going to take a lot of work. Last night was all about shading and blending and contrasting and it sucked. I need to go practice.
However, I did draw a pretty sweet bottle of Maker's Mark.
That made me do a bit of a happy dance at my easel/desk.
Also, I realized, just like everything else in the world, THERE IS NO ONE RIGHT WAY TO DRAW.
: ) : ) : ) : ) : ) : )
I can't wait for my own style to emerge.
However, I did draw a pretty sweet bottle of Maker's Mark.
That made me do a bit of a happy dance at my easel/desk.
Also, I realized, just like everything else in the world, THERE IS NO ONE RIGHT WAY TO DRAW.
: ) : ) : ) : ) : ) : )
I can't wait for my own style to emerge.
I watched Wristcutters last night and was quite disappointed overall. It was one of those classic cases where expectations were too high and while the movie was far from awful, it just couldn't live up to the excessive hype. However, in my attempt to find the good in everything, here were the good things about it.
1. Patrick Fugit looking increasingly less like Patrick Fugit circa Almost Famous and increasingly more like Ryan Adams. The resemblance was a pleasant surprise, albeit a bit distracting.
.
2. Shannyn Sossamon!
yeah, like that crazy gorgeous woman from A Knight's Tale.
I wish I could rock the short spiky hair like Shannyn can.
Also, I'm glad Patrick ended up getting with Shannyn,
cause Desiree was SUCH A FLAKE.
3. GOB!!!!!!!
I love me some Gob Bluth.
In Wristcutters he played another failed musician
who keeps (unsuccessfully) trying to "set free" (aka "sever") his
soul from his body. He calls himself King.
I was contemplating putting Tom Waits on the list of good things, but honestly, he was just O.K. Although he did have a pretty sweet white suit. But I think in the end he goes on the list of things that just didn't quite click. A list which also includes the swirling black hole beneath the Russian guy's passenger seat. I hated that damned hole. Also, why did Shannyn (i forget her movie name, they all had weird names like "Zia") want to go back? She seemed like one of those happy free-spirited grunge-chic chicks but back in her real like she overdosed on heroin. She looked fucking depressed. Did all of a sudden her character suddenly change once reaching the hell for people who've offed themselves? sounds fishy to me.
1. Patrick Fugit looking increasingly less like Patrick Fugit circa Almost Famous and increasingly more like Ryan Adams. The resemblance was a pleasant surprise, albeit a bit distracting.
.
2. Shannyn Sossamon!
yeah, like that crazy gorgeous woman from A Knight's Tale.
I wish I could rock the short spiky hair like Shannyn can.
Also, I'm glad Patrick ended up getting with Shannyn,
cause Desiree was SUCH A FLAKE.
3. GOB!!!!!!!
I love me some Gob Bluth.
In Wristcutters he played another failed musician
who keeps (unsuccessfully) trying to "set free" (aka "sever") his
soul from his body. He calls himself King.
I was contemplating putting Tom Waits on the list of good things, but honestly, he was just O.K. Although he did have a pretty sweet white suit. But I think in the end he goes on the list of things that just didn't quite click. A list which also includes the swirling black hole beneath the Russian guy's passenger seat. I hated that damned hole. Also, why did Shannyn (i forget her movie name, they all had weird names like "Zia") want to go back? She seemed like one of those happy free-spirited grunge-chic chicks but back in her real like she overdosed on heroin. She looked fucking depressed. Did all of a sudden her character suddenly change once reaching the hell for people who've offed themselves? sounds fishy to me.
Friday, February 13, 2009
newsworthy
in the past three days I have watched every episode of Gossip Girl in its entirety. with thirty two episodes approximating forty minutes each, that is 1,280 minutes or 20 hours out of my life spent learning about the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite.
the first video: a more somber character study of Blair, including reference to her bulimia which is vaguely referred to in the series. Mostly through blurry images of high heels in a bathroom stall and vague references to "her condition".
the first video: a more somber character study of Blair, including reference to her bulimia which is vaguely referred to in the series. Mostly through blurry images of high heels in a bathroom stall and vague references to "her condition".
this one has less merit as a video, but more hotter shots of Chuck Bass, who is hot despite his weird nostrils.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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