August 2009
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stencils are relatively easy. i have done them before for banners and posters, but i’d like to get more into graffiti. not just scribbling on a wall. art with a message. there is so much potential for power there.
i really need to learn how to wheatpaste. i was talking to my friend about doing it in queens or brooklyn, but i’d like to bring it to long island. we don’t have much as far as graffiti or any type of urban art goes. i’d love to do something on my own and put it up. i’ve always wanted to.
stop pretending that everything is a fucking game...
a friend of mine was talking about train hopping across the country. i have always been apprehensive about that sort of thing, but he helped me to find that adventurous spirit within myself. now i really want to do it.
i’m not sure where i am right now, but i don’t feel like myself. i have been thinking about this, and there are many things (laws, social norms, people, etc.) that prevent you from being your true self. and over the course of the past few years, i feel that i have been restricted.
except for this past summer. this summer, i had free choice. i wasn’t stressed. i was doing what i...
super stoked to hear Daisy already. now i know how amazing it will sound on vinyl. and live in november. damnit Brand New, how the hell do you do it?
i got my hours for my on campus/second job the other day. i’m not going to sleep this semester. midnight to four in the morning one day, and four to eight in the morning another. i’m going to be watching many, many movies. any recommendations? anything that i need to rent/buy?
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not...
– Thomas Merton
first night on duty. i’m fucking drained. moved in hundreds of people to my building today. i’ve been sitting in the office staring at this screen for far too long. more move ins, nine to nine again tomorrow. through all of it, i’m excited that the semester is starting. the fall feels like a clean slate. here we go.
Who remembers homestar runner? This was my favorite back in the day:
GOOOOOD JORB!
Alright, now it's about to get silly.
i want to return to a place that is still. where all that can be heard is the wind and the birds and the waves tumbling over rocks. no voices. no horns. no tires on pavement. just the sound of the wind through the trees and the feeling of grass on bare feet. eyes closed, deep breath, smile, exhale. isn’t that the way that things are supposed to be?
You never ask questions when God's on your side