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Art I like

Glenn Brown, The Real Thing , 2000

Podcasts I like

I'm currently wasting away my free time listening to the Zombie Podcast called We're Alive ! Get into it people, it's so good!

Where am I?

Time to update again...it's been a few weeks now since I've written anything. The days keep flying by that I forget to sit still for a minute and type away at this. However today is a day that warrants pausing and reflecting on all that is...me. It's my birthday, time to rejoice and celebrate my existence! Ain't it great!? 32 years and still going strong. Since I last updated I've been busy with school, it's taking up all my time lately. No more Warcraft, no more Tennis 24/7, and dude you can put down those Star Trek novels, no time. I can't say that the workload for my classes has been that difficult or involving, it's just so sporadic and not uniform that I'm a bit frazzled with it all so far. Each class has podcasts to listen to, webcasts to watch, slideshows, testx, and readings. I keep worrying that I'm not doing all the assignments I should be doing. Perhaps I should be doing one now? Another big hunk of my time is this Internsh...

Art I like

Wayne Thiebaud, Big Suckers , 1970-71

Motions

A gash in the ice. A slip in the mud. A crush of grass. A dent in water. A smash of snow. A shove of the sand. A crunch of rock. Being melted by lava. A splash of a puddle.

Senses scrambled.

Changing names, changing titles, changing perspectives. I think messages and hormones in my brain have been on the fritz this past week. Work has been driving me a little crazy, directionless, motionless, lifeless. It could be that school has just begun and I don't have my bearings yet. Too many questions about how to do this, or where do I go for that, or oh shit when are my deadlines? Adjustment period. Period. I have a need for something colorful, some sweeping gesture, a motion of energy. Recorded on paper or in clay. I need a physical representation of my thoughts. Something to confront. An object to arrest.