This was me a couple of weeks ago at the Maryland Deathfest.
fuck my life
I’m fat and I hate my job. I’ve never felt more American.
Weakness
I’ve been reflecting on what I’ve seen in the past few weeks after the Boston marathon bombing and the day of the manhunt that followed. It seems that blind mob mentality, violence, and weakness, know no cultural or geographic boundaries.
Telephone killed the Video Star
I was trapped inside my house the other day while police conducted a massive manhunt of my neighborhood. During that time my housemates and I had the TV on, tuned to local news, but found the internet (accessible through our phones) to be a far more responsive and meaningful source of information.
Jailbait
This happened when I was out to eat with my parents which only compounded the feeling of being a total fucking creep.
Rimbaud: The bald teenaged boy
I get lots of crazy ideas for tons of art projects I never complete or even begin. The other day I was inspired by Adventure Time to write a children’s book. We’ll see if that ever sees the light of day.
Spoiler alert: it won’t.
Ideas > Time
Now, more than ever, I have far more ideas and inspirations than I have time for. I’m almost beleaguered by the number of things I’m inspired to do. Being required to spend my time and energy for someone else’s gain on a daily basis doesn’t help.
Plagued
I woke up and watched a documentary about Charles and Ray Eames. Now my head is filled with depression and self-doubt. Great.
Hand-me-down taste
Everyone outgrows the things they like in some way. I’m pretty sure that in five years I won’t like all of the things I like right now. But every once and a while I’m surprised and frustrated when people still like the things I’ve outgrown. This means you metalcore.
GPOY
Every year around Christmas I draw a self portrait. Its never really that good, I have trouble with symmetry apparently, but here’s the ‘Gratuitous Pic of Yourself’ for 2012.