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Hey everyone. I am 7/8 done with college. Ho hum. My midyear art show went great. I feel like a lot of people really got my work, in that they were confused or bothered by the things that were supposed to confuse or bother them, and in general just intrigued by the stuff that was meant to intrigue them. My work at the Arlington School is going very well. The funny thing is I really have no idea how I'll do in my classes. My Practicum class grade has nothing to do with how well I'm doing at my site, and my Senior Studio grade has nothing to do with how the show went. My journals and exams in Psych have received lukewarm reception, and I didn't do nearly as much work in Studio as I should have. Also I didn't complete most of the assignments in Drawing. Oh well! Next semester will be interesting. For the break I am working at Lemberg and at Arlington, and living in Matt's grad suite, and hopefully making some art. I am going to visit Jennifer in New York. There is not enough time. Peace. |
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It's funny these little homes we create for ourselves. Second time this semester again, I'm snowed in with a little home, a little family Building, building, building something out of something I've been at the Prospect Street Studios for 31 hours the past three days, mmmhmm. I don't even think I've painted that much. I've been struggling through shitty final exam papers and unfinished drawings. But I finished my biggest painting this semester. And I have three little ones that will be good to go for the show. Please please please make my time worth it. My art means nothing without viewers. It reminds me of working on King Lear. Will we tear down what we built in this little cave-in family home these past few days? Which is the worth, the time, the product, the pain, the pleasure? I'm so exhausted. I am going to work in an hour. Then I'm coming back to the studio for the rest of the day. It's Monday now, long since Monday. How does this keep happening? I'm so exhausted.
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Prospect |
Moods of To-day: |
 tired |
Stylings of To-day: |
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I somehow managed to lose track of time (and my cell phone was out of batteries) and stayed at the studio until 12:30 AM painting today! 7 hours, man. Anyway, I got a lot done. I am working on three pieces that should be done for my midyear senior show (Opening Reception Tuesday December 9 at 5PM I think, in the Dreitzer Gallery), and if Fenreisa smiles on me I can crank out a fourth too. I painted a silver hand and some mutilated pears. I'm beginning to think I'm a pretty decent artist. Please come see my show! Progress elsewhere is slow. Grant Proposal is still a maybe. I emailed the lady in charge with some questions. Once those are answered and I figure out a budget I think I can make this happen. I have not gotten any reading done for classes at all this weekend, but on the plus side I've managed to do a lot of pleasure reading instead: Surfacing by Margaret Atwood. It is very good. I don't have either of the books I need for class, so I have to go to the library to get anything done. Oh well!
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tired |
Moods of To-day: |
room |
Stylings of To-day: |
of Montreal | |
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Oh, hello. My senior year at Brandeis has just begun. How is it going, you ask. It is looking up. It looks like I might still be able to work at Lemberg about once or twice a week (~10 hours?). So much for needing to have work study! I guess when you make a good impression and get yourself into the system, formality doesn't matter so much. In any case, I've learned that once I've started spending a lot of time around kids I just miss them a whole lot the rest of the time, so I'm really happy to stay on. My most significant class will be, of course my Clinical Psychology Practicum. I'll be spending about 8 hours a week doing volunteer work, and countless more keeping a journal of my experiences, as well as keeping up with the volumes of reading (textbook, novels and other writings) required for the course. It's kind of a big deal. Fortunately, my professor seems to be on board with me working at a program called BRIK (Building Resiliency In Kids) that works with school-age kids in Lowell developing communication skills and other stuff, and happens to be run by Tai's mom. Also, I'd very likely be able to put into practice some Art Therapy sorts of techniques. Very Exciting. Speaking of art, my other Huge Class this semester is Senior Studio. This means that I am going to be spending Mondays and Wednesdays and plenty more time I'm sure sequestered in the Prospect Street Studios in Waltham with the rest of the senior painting class (and the Post-Bac students). I'll be working on some Big Picture art stuff, hopefully taking my work in a more focused direction than just "paint whatever." I think I am going to be exploring fairy tales and how they relate to the passing of information and morals between generations. Sounds like a Literature thesis more than a Painting thesis, right? We'll see what happens. Ah, and by thesis I mean I might be taking Honors. Apparently I have this semester to sign up for pre-honors or whatever and find out how the department feels about me. My other classes are Advanced Drawing, which is also happening in the Prospect Street Studios, Beginning Social Dance, and hopefully Reading, Writing, and Teaching Across Cultures. The last one is a bit iffy. I was taking a different Writing Intensive course, but it got cancelled, so I did a quick scramble and e-mailed the professor from Teaching Across Cultures. It's a Comparative Literature course, which I've never taken before, but the professor said it's mainly a combination of social science and literature, and should be fine for someone like me who's interested in child psychology and possibly education. So, it's full, but she said some people haven't showed up and if I catch up with the work I think she'll let me in. All in all, I am incredibly excited. It's going to be an amazing semester.
Locations of To-day: |
Village 121B |
Stylings of To-day: |
Minus the Bear - "When We Escape" | |
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Hello all I am back from New York City. It was a nice trip. I got to spend time with Connor and go to museums and eat very very good sushi. On Sunday we went to MoMA and saw an exhibit on Dalí that featured many paintings and a few of his films, including a finished version of Destino, the collaboration with Walt Disney for which he drew up some sketches back in the day but never completed. I spent most of my time in the permanent collection, though, going "Oh, oh, oh my gosh, it's that thing I looked at in class but here it is for real in front of me!" It was a great experience, and I wish I could have spent a lot more time there. In the shop I bought some picture books to bring back to Lemberg, along with a book of illustrations by Henry Darger for myself, and earlier today we went to the American Folk Art Museum to see an exhibit of works by and inspired by Darger. He was a fantastic artist, and you should look him up if you don't know about him. I really hope someday I can tell a story as captivating as his. In other news, I spent some time in Chinatown, which was nice but mostly just overpriced cutesy gifty items to look at. I've realized how little appeal these things have for me nowadays. I'd rather spend money to decorate my mind than my space. So, all in all, New York was a fine experience. I am not sure if it was enough to lift my spirits, but I imagine if I had just been sitting at home they would only have sunk lower. If you'd like to find out why my spirits were low in the first place, feel free to ask.
Locations of To-day: |
home again |
Moods of To-day: |
tired |
Stylings of To-day: |
Portishead | |
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I haven't posted anything in a while, so I thought I'd give you a nice little utilitarian update. It's finals time, so I'm sure you're looking for something to distract you. I, meanwhile, am trying to become a better artist. Well, specifically, a better... I'm not sure what the right term is. Comic artist suggests I want to make something funny. Cartoonist seems a little childish. Illustrator... I don't think really fits. In any case I'm sure you know what I mean, and in looking for inspiration and role models I've found a renewed interest in the work of Shaun Healey, aka Endling. As far as I've experienced, he's probably the best currently working example of whatever kind of artist I'd like to be. Here is his deviantArt site (which I think, if anything, should make people start respecting deviantArt a little more for playing host to such talent). Here is his webcomic, which is currently on hiatus. He has an incredible talent for creating characters, a brilliant ease with expression, and is phenomenal at setting moods. So, if you want something nice to look at for a while, well, he's got you covered.
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A Tower |
Moods of To-day: |
 gross |
Stylings of To-day: |
Hanne Hukkelberg - Balloon | |
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OK Guys here we go. March is the month that is going to happen, and it is going to be so serious. Here is what's happening: March 1-31: One Painting Every Single Day For Real
I am going to shoot to do 10 paintings of animals in a stained glass/art nouveau style and 10 portraits with live models, time and effort allowing. I have a feeling it will end up being that sort of thing that happens with 24-hour comics, like after around March 20 my paintings will just start being completely half-assed and insane, and I will be working at like 4 in the morning, totally plastered on Absinthe, with a pile of broken glass and fabric scraps in front of me. March 1-2: Intercon H
A lot of LARPing. I am going to be tired and angry for no reason after this weekend. March 6-9 I think: Comedy of Errors
Going to be fun I guess. Playing a courtesan. Still cannot decide if cross-dressing makes me feel great or absolutely disgusting. Probably both, like everything important in my life. March 10: Paper Outline 2 Due for Modern Art
Great.
March 11: Schools of Psychotherapy Exam
I am so absurdly unprepared for this exam. What am I even doing. March 20: Probation Over; Also Room Selection.
I have two days (eight hours) of community service left to do. If I succeed in this and do not commit crimes before this date, I will be a free person again. I am so excited. I don't know where I am living next year, by the way.
March 31: Paper Outline 3 Due for Modern Art
Awesome.
Whenever: Assorted Crap
I need to get my life in order what the fuck is wrong with me. ON THE ROSTER: Talk to professor about Clinical Psych Practicum next year. Meet with Tai's mom and talk about Art Therapy. Discuss future career options with Hiatt or whoever the fuck wants to get me out of this pit of acedia I'm in. Find out where I am living next year. Figure out what I am doing this summer. Fall in love. Become a decent artist. Start selling paintings. Make the voices in my head stop screaming at me. Shouldn't be too hard, right?
Locations of To-day: |
waugh |
Moods of To-day: |
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Stylings of To-day: |
Hot Hot Heat | |
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So, in my third-to-last semester at Brandeis, I am finally managing to take second courses with professors I really like, namely Peter Kalb (Modern Art), Graham Cambell (Painting) and Ray Knight (Psychotherapy). I enjoy learning the ins and outs of their teaching methods, and what to expect from their courses. Also they are just awesome guys. For instance, in the first reading from Schools of Psychotherapy, Professor Knight scrawled "The first eight pages are Muddled-Headed" on the front of the text, which is scanned onto Latte. I took this to be a warning, since it's basically Knight-ese for "full of confusing, theoretical jargon and kind of impractically written." But I managed to dredge through the first eight pages, and found at the top of page nine the more helpful note "Start Here." Ah. Also, on the next page he crossed out the word "Negro" from this admittedly dated text and wrote, above it, I think "Black." I'm not really sure. I am glad that he is shielding our fragile eyes from outdated PC terms. This morning, Professor Kalb was having technical problems with the computerized slide presentation, and while it was amusing watching him try to figure everything out, the best part I think was when a huge blue screen came on the projector and immediately about half of the people in the class started murmuring "Oh, I know this one, it's Yves Klein." Thank you, Professor Kalb. You've taught us well. I think this is going to be a fun semester.
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desk |
Moods of To-day: |
 chipper |
Stylings of To-day: |
The Flaming Lips - Pilot Can at the Queer of God | |
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I made the decision a few weeks ago, while studying for a modern art quiz, to add www.international-klein-blue.com to my favorites toolbar. I did it with the hopes that during furious bouts of time-wasting, I might manage to muster the resolution to click it, become calmed by the blue, and start actually doing something productive. I keep clicking it and hoping for new content.
Locations of To-day: |
dormotopopolis |
Moods of To-day: |
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LCD Soundsystem - Sound of Silver | |
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This is a livejournal entry about mirrors. Please read it, I think it will be valuable. Please comment if you are intrigued by what I say. --- This is a bit of a statement; a declaration if you will. I do officially declare mirrors as my life's work. One must have a subject when one is an artist. One must hold an object sacred if one is a human being in this world of tools and utensils. To identify with the material is to be truly human. I speak of universals, but maybe I'm the only one who feels this way. But I challenge you to find your own object. Perhaps it is a teapot, or a spoon, or a table, or a needle, or a brand. But what I believe is that we may each claim a fetish of sorts in some type of object. Think on it. Where does your mind stray? Comments on the subject are welcome. In any case I claim mirrors as my sacred object. They are reciprocal. They are frightening. They are relentless. To look into a mirror is to expect reality and be presented with its opposite, quite literally. A mirror is pure distortion, and yet we refer to one as though it is a tool of clarity. What is self-reflection? What is reflection? Reflection is a distortion as powerful as refraction. As powerful as blurring, as fading, as obscuring, as changing of color. On the simplest level, a mirror is a reversal, but think closer: a mirror can be warped, cracked, dirty, tinted, concave, convex, or so on, and it is still a mirror. A perfect tool of distortion. I've always been fascinated with mirrors and other reflective surfaces. Pure illusion! Look out your window onto a darkened exterior, and what do you see? A shadowy false image plastered over the reality outside. How terrifying they can be! They present our world back to us, but taunt us by being ever-so-slightly wrong. I have always been convinced, on some level, that mirrors are not a simple optical phenomenon, but a gateway into just one of infinite other dimensions. One day I might catch it, mightn't I? That one object that refuses to reflect just right: that one discolored doorknob or oddly-angled wire. And how unsettling would that be? To find out that something you thought was showing you reality was just showing you its best approximation... Please think about this, my friends.
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home |
Moods of To-day: |
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Stylings of To-day: |
The Stills - Helicopters | |
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Hey guys it is late and I want to sleep, but here is a story I just have to tell to you. Believe me you want to read it. Today I had to do two things, and they were supposed to not take very long, but oh man. They did. The first thing I had to do was wake up by 1 and go to therapy. This was harder than I thought because I got to sleep at around 5 last night. But anyway I went to therapy and discovered that I am starting an entirely new phase of my life in which I no longer need to protect myself from the world or the world from myself. Hahahaha! It is invigorating. But you don't care. Moving on. The second thing I had to do was go to Boston and get big stretcher bars for a canvas I need to prep by Monday. So I drove on in to Blick, near Fenway, and bought lots of canvas and stretcher bars. But oh my gosh they didn't have enough 5 foot stretcher bars! I thought that this was no huge deal, I'd just go to Central Square and get them from Pearl. But oh my gosh things got so complicated. I went to the Fenway green line stop, and waited for maybe a half hour for the subway, because oh my gosh why is it so hot outside why is this happening today. My dad called me and said he had contact lenses for me and measurements to take for my new eyeglasses. So I said well okay fine it is sort of on my way to Cambridge anyway. I took the subway to Newbury Street and decided to grab a delicious and refreshing beverage from Starbucks. Here is where the fun begins. As I am leaving the store I am approached by what looks to be a pretty Awesome guy. He is tall and black has some dreadlocks and a look about him that says maybe he's been on the wrong side of fate once or twice. I mean that he is wearing and long black tattered coat, old sunglasses, and two watches. Also in the pocket of his coat is, and I am not making this up, a branch covered in golden leaves. I think this might be hard to visualize. There are literally leaves of gold emerging from this man's coat pocket. He asked me to buy him some ice cream from J.P. Licks. I was of course happy to oblige. We entered the ice creamery and marched up to the counter. While we waited, he asked me where I was from, and I said I was studying in Waltham. He exclaimed "Brandeis!" and explained that the school is very well known. That's how he knew. I bought him a small cup of chocolate chip ice cream, and the lady said that was nice of me. I was kind of disappointed by her tepid response. She was kind of cute and I wish she had been more bemused by the scene and not, like, freaked out. Anyway, the man thanked me for the cold treat on this unseasonable October day, told me his name was Kenny, and went on his way. I got my contact lenses, chatted with my father for a while, and then proceeded to Cambridge. My first stop was Harvard Square, since somewhere on my journey I got it into my head that I really still needed the Azumanga Daioh DVDs and that Tokyo Kid, if no where else (and seriously, I've looked everywhere) ought to have them. Well, I was right, but not perfectly pleased. All they had was the full series box set, and of course I was so frustrated with my search at this point that I just had to go ahead and spend $70 on it. I clicked out the door, full of Osaka-induced glee and mild anxiety, and headed to Central Square on foot. Of course I was a bit hungry by now and the idea popped into my head that wouldn't it be nice to have a nice expensive sushi dinner tonight? Of course it would. But first, Stretcher Bars! I made it to Central Square, but was quickly losing hope that Pearl would be open. Of course it wasn't. So I turned around and headed back towards Harvard. But on my way a strange gentleman caught my eye. Tall... Somewhat disheveled... dreadlocks... and a black coat stuffed with golden leaves? But this was a different coat, and the man looked older. A trick of the light, or a mysterious transformation? Perhaps I'll never know, since I didn't speak to him. But he was on my mind as I returned to Harvard Square and dined on raw fish at Takemura. It was delicious and oh so fresh. And oh, oh so expensive. So, tired, full, broke, and a bit frustrated (still no stretcher bars, remember? The reason I came to town?), I filed into what felt like the last train home out of Harvard Yard. And who should stumble into a seat down the car a bit but a tall black man with dreadlocks. He was wearing a white coat with black pants (a daring fashion choice if I do say so myself) and carried a plastic bag. From it he pulled a bottle of beer. He opened it, took a drink, and replaced the cap, holding the bottle upside-down a moment to make sure it didn't spill before putting it back in his back. He then proclaimed "Black and white go together! We have to go together, otherwise those arabs are gonna get us" Or something to that effect. I thought it clever, since his outfit was largely white at this point. And mine (though he hadn't noticed me) was mostly black. What a cosmic universe. But he continued his soliloquy, mentioning that he had been to Vietnam in some parachute troop or something and that this shit in Iraq was real. I spent this time trying to digest his musings and meanwhile trying to decide if this was the same Kenny I'd met before, and if so what circumstances surrounded the drastic changes in outfit. By the time the train arrived at Park Street, my switching point, I had decided it must be him. He was wearing two watches. We both stepped out of the train and I said "Hey, Kenny?" He seemed happy to see me. Well, I mean, he shouted "Hey, how you doin!?" and hugged me. He asked why I was in Cambridge and I said I was looking for art supplies. He said to check Pearl and the place on Newbury Street. I said I had and it was too late now anyway, everything was closed. He said maybe I could come back tomorrow. But above all, he said not to hurry. He said I was a young man, a handsome man, and that I shouldn't hurry at all. I thanked him for the advice and took my leave, wishing him good fortune. I am convinced now that this man is God.
Locations of To-day: |
The Village |
Moods of To-day: |
cheerful |
Stylings of To-day: |
Ghostland Observatory | |
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Things are happening to my life! It is a new year at Brandeis. I am in a single in the Village next to Tai. I am in two fewer D&D campaigns. I am working at Banana Republic still, just on weekends. I am taking four classes this semester: Art Since 1945
Intermediate Painting
Developmental Psychology
Perception They are all pretty great so far. Perception will be difficult, but is taught by a pretty cool old guy whose name is Maurice Hershenson. DevPsych also looks to be great, and is about one of my favorite subjects: children. It is taught by a guy whose name is Malcolm Watson. Painting looks to be a bit overwhelming. My first task was to stretch a canvas, 36" x 52", the largest I have ever worked on. I stretched it poorly. I hope my painting doesn't look like crap. The canvas is sitting on my floor staring at me with wrinkles. I bought a staple gun and some razors at the hardware store. I need to paint a combination self-portrait and landscape on this canvas. This course is taught by Graham Campbell. He is pretty much amazing. I have yet to see any of his paintings. Art Since 1945 is fascinating. We have studied a lot of Pollock so far, and some DeKooning. I like Pollock better, but I enjoy learning about art movements. The course is taught by Peter Kalb, who is a handsome young man, and a very good professor. 
This is the best picture of Pollock's Autumn Rhythm I could find. Oh well. It's an awesome painting. A new wing has been added to the Natick Mall. It is full of classy, expensive stores. I visited these stores: Nordstrom
Zara
Metropark
Louis Vuitton Now, I didn't plan on buying anything, but I really didn't plan on buying anything from Vuitton. I had heard from sales associate Trish that former manager Kate had become the manager at the store. I was overjoyed, since as you may remember she left somewhat unexpectedly, and I missed her dearly. Well, we all did, and she missed us too, but clearly it was a good move for her, and we're all very happy to see her moving up in the retail world. Even if she has to wear a uniform at Vuitton. Weird, right? Metropark is like designer ghetto graffiti urban chic. It was a cool store. But it's expensive to look like you're poor. Zara is surprisingly cheap. I mean it's still expensive, but it's below BR in its price range, strangely. And it seems like pretty nice stuff. Similar style. A little more urban. Nordstrom is a department store. Everything costs $600. I am playing Rosencrantz in Hold Thy Peace's production of Hamlet at Brandeis. I am pretty excited! That's all for now. Expect maybe more updates soon?
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elevated |
Moods of To-day: |
post-angsty |
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Modest Mouse | |
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Guess what I still have a job. Super yay! I have spent two days doing almost nothing. I think I need a new DDR mat. Here is a video of a little girl wrestling, sort of: In other news, I have uploaded more prints to my deviant art site, which is here. I think my LJ is having a birthday soon. It will be grand.
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couch |
Moods of To-day: |
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Stylings of To-day: |
Decemberists, The | |
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Holy crazy wacky it's been a long time since I updated. Well, whatever, on to content. Everyone's been taking the Heroes test and I was pretty sure I had taken it and gotten Peter, but I wanted to make sure, so here is confirmation:
sylentsage, you're now logged in!
Below you'll find your test result. After, continue on to your
homescreen to discover what we're about.
This pleases me. Peter is and has always been my favorite character, even if he gets on my nerves occasionally. To be honest, I get on my nerves sometimes, so that makes sense. Anyway I don't really feel like writing a real entry but I figured I'd do it anyway just for the sake of organization. It's almost summer. All I have to do is finish working on my print portfolio and study for my Abnormal Psych final for about two and a half more days. And still get a C. Here is what I am doing this summer: 1. Working at Banana Republic again. You know what that means: another summer full of angry emo work entries! Wooohoo!
2. Taking painting courses at BU. This excites me. It means I am going to be in Boston and on the subway at least two days a week, and those are my favorite places to be. I will tell you all about my adventures when they happen.
3. Working on my D&D campaign. OK no one really cares about this, moving on.
4. Watching anime and movies from Netflix. Again, just like last summer. Huh. Well, here are some things I am going to be watching, you should all suggest more: Tideland, Mirrormask, Velvet Goldmine, Samurai 7, Haibane Renmei, Kiddy Grade, Last Exile, and Eva. Basically this means my summer will be almost the same as it was last year, except with more painting. Art yes? I will soon upload the rest of my prints to my dA account, just in case you care. Goodbye.
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Moods of To-day: |
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Stylings of To-day: |
Teh Flaming Lipz | |
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Hey everyone how are you ok I am good too. I did a bunch of drawings and prints and posted them on my deviantart site, which is this: sylentsage.deviantart.com I recommend that you go there early and often to look at my art. Feel free to comment! Enjoy! Peace!
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Moods of To-day: |
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Stylings of To-day: |
Army Core of Engineers! | |
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Does anyone want me to draw them? I am getting my tablet soon and I just feel like being artsy in general. I like drawing portraits but feel really lame drawing from photos. So if anyone would like to sit for me for an hour or so sometime soon and get drawn, that would be really sweet. I can't guarantee it will be pretty (I'll try) or perfect (in fact I'm sure it won't be), but I'll do my best to get a good side of you on paper (or computer). Cheerio!
Edit:
 You are the rare, the overlooked, yet incredibly useful dodecahedron: the d12. You are a creative, romantic soul. You often act without thinking, but make up for your lack of plans with plenty of heart. You easily solve problems that stump others, but your answers tend to put you into even deeper trouble. You write long, detailed backgrounds for all your characters, and are most likely to dress up as one or get involved in cos-play. You can be silly at times and are easily distracted by your own day dreams, but are at the end of the day you're someone who can be depended on.
Take the quiz at dicepool.com
Damn, this makes me want to make another internet quiz. A while back I made a "which geeky item are you?" quiz,and I think it was pretty OK. I have been considering making a "Which phallic symbol are you?" quiz for some time. Think I should do it? Would you take it? Opinions needed (and suggestions. Currently I can think of about 7 real good ones.)
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zumbadooh |
Moods of To-day: |
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Stylings of To-day: |
Rilo Kiley - "Picture of Success" | |
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Today was a day that was my birthday day. I didn't really do anything special. I got some money from my parents, and ate a slice of chocolate cake. We were going to go out to eat at Blue Ginger with Matt so that my mom could feel like I was doing something special for my birthday, but Matt has a stomach virus so we didn't go. Apparently when no one but the three of us are involved we are all quite capable of being honest and agreeing we don't care anymore. When she suggested that we go out to eat, I pointed out that I don't particularly care for Blue Ginger, though I don't have anything against it. It made me wonder if there's anywhere I'd actually want to go instead. I don't think there is. I can't really think of anything that I'd want to do, given free choice. I can't think of anything that would feel "special."
In any case, it's been decided that for my birthday this year I am getting a Wacom Intuos3 tablet, probably 4x6. I guess this means that more of my art will be on my computer now, and some of it might actually be worth posting here. I will probably actually start putting things on my DeviantArt site, in any case. I'll keep you updated.
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The Shins - Australia | |
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A third entry in as many days? I am as perplexed to be writing it as you are to be reading it. But in any case, I am writing because I have something to show you that I hope you will think is pretty. It will have most relevance to people who are in my D&D campaign, but those of you interested in my progression as an artist will also be pleased. In any case, I present to you the official portrait of Inseha, the nymph caretaker of the island of Anfaelis: 
I'm pretty happy with it, considering I drew it without anything to go on other than an image in my mind. I think I like the nose the most, and the eyes the least, but the average quality level is pretty decent. Also, she is a nymph and is supposed to have rather large eyes and ridiculous pointy ears. This is, unfortunately, a photograph of a drawing, which means the image quality is a bit low and... yellow. The patterns around her shoulders are on this little lacy thing she wears under her cloak in the winter. Also, that is her winter hair. It is dark grey and pointy. I don't really have anything else to say about Inseha, but I hope you like her. I will post more sketches later if you approve. The next one will probably be a full-body drawing of Inseha, now that I know what her face looks like. That's all for now, though!
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Anfaelis |
Stylings of To-day: |
Nada Surf - La Pour Ca | |
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Welcome home, welcome home! All work done, so much left to do. That's what I did today: I didn't do any work. I woke up and took an exam and I walked out of it and thought "Well hey, that went well! ...Hey why am I not happy?" Crash! Of course. It's time for winter break. It's time to make sure my collar and my skirt are tucked away and then call my mom to have her come pick me up. It's time to pack up all the things I need (and of course I am asked if I really need them). Immediately. That's how soon it starts. Do I need these things? Why is this here? Shouldn't this be here? Don't you need to do this? What's with this attitude? But it's true. It's my fault. I don't call. I'm not going to medical school. I have a girlfriend. What's wrong? Here's what you need to do with your money. Here's what you need to do about work. Here's what you need to do about school.
My best mistake today: Suggesting that I want to study abroad.
No, for a whole year. In another country. On another continent.
Where they hate Americans.
There's a lot of Arabs (these words exactly) over there that hate Americans. It's not a good time to be an American over there. I just don't understand why all the Arabs hate all the Americans. Because that's the way it is.
(A word of clarification: I am talking about Spain. Didn't you hear about the bombing in Madrid? That was Arabs.) What did we do next. We went to the mall so I could fill out paperwork and go back to work at Banana Republic. I am going to tell them I am not available until Monday. But if you really need me I guess I could come in tomorrow, sure, at 9 AM. Oh. OK. I didn't know you guys needed me that bad. OK I will come in to work five more days this week. Update: I am officially a full-time employee of Banana Republic. I am working 40 hours from Sunday to next Saturday, after the five I work tomorrow. This is fantastic. Guess who doesn't work there anymore. Melissa. Oh yeah. This is going to be interesting. Anticipate frequent updates in the weeks to come. Because without work I will need something to distract me from the things I want to be doing. But I will have money. So I will be doing things I want to be doing. I will be buying books and art supplies and music. And none of it will ever be important.
Did you know that I should not consider for a moment making a living off of art? You have to be really really talented to do that. I mean just make sure you know that. By the way "I am going to major in psychology and maybe studio art too because it is interesting" means "I am throwing away my future and planning on becoming a professional artist." That's what that means now. Update your records. On the way home from the mall there was this work party that my mother said she would go to. She didn't want to go. But she debated going. For hours. Every few minutes during the car ride and especially near the person's house where the party was being held. "I should go. I said I'd go. But you don't want to maybe just come in and say hi to all these people you don't know?" "No. Sorry. I am 19 years old. I do not want to meet your supervisor's blind children." "But I can't just leave you waiting in the car. I'd feel horrible." "You'd feel guilty either way. Is that your only motivation in this entire matter?" "No. I don't want to go." "Then don't go. Or do. I don't mind waiting in the car." I don't like listening to other people try to decide things. Tomorrow is the only day I can't get the car to go to work. I will be driving my mother to work at 6:30. What will I do in the meantime before I go to work? I will sit in the car and listen to music or maybe read. Are you sure you don't want to maybe come up to the floor? Maybe do some filing (this is really something she suggested)? No I don't really want to do that. I want to stay in the car and be alone. It is enjoyable. Why don't you just come in and stay in the lobby? No one will bother you there. I don't really care. I'd rather just be alone. It's not something that I mind doing. I don't want you to be in the car. It's cold and uncomfortable. I don't want you to enjoy being alone because it's not natural and I feel like a failure when you do things that do not follow social norms. Why do you insist on being different? I wish people told me the things that they are feeling instead of the things that they think sound better or hurt less or make more sense. Or nothing. Why are you like this? When did you start being like this? How did this happen? I don't know. I've gotten used to it. I've been this way for a while. And I'm quite happy with it. I wish people were honest with me the way I've finally learned to be honest with myself. This is why I like being alone. There aren't any lies any more.
Locations of To-day: |
Home, home, home |
Moods of To-day: |
 misanthropic |
Stylings of To-day: |
Nada Surf - Paper Boats | |
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