Nighttime casts the simple in the role of the sublime, upstaging reality’s part in the production. It was strange enough to experience Taiwan without parents, but to be in the care of a host family, to be exploring a Confucius temple, to be wearing my pajamas, was all too surreal. I naturally associate dreams and […]
(For Love Nothing Day 2013, I’m reposting the piece I wrote for Art of the Memoir in college in 2005 for the first Love Nothing Day). Saturday, 12 February 2005 On a train leaving wintery Copenhagen, it becomes my desire to attain the poetic. Plush blue seats, violet headrests, and a woman smoking helps set […]
I promise never to do this again. With apologies to John Campbell and anyone trying to read my handwriting. Ack.
I've been meaning to take part in this Daily Grind phenomena wherein you photograph and document a typical day. I keep forgetting, however, as I am not awake until I am out of the house and with coffee in hand. Unfortunately I can't really claim last Friday as typical, since there was a snowstorm and […]
Dear god. Getting drunk and looking at profiles on gay dating sites makes me angry.
Okay, maybe not beauty. Absurdity in the minimal? Chainsaw Suit I have long been a webcomic nerd, and I’ve been noticing somewhat of a trend in where my taste for webcomics is leaning. Stick figures. Either in the realm of the philosophical, as is the case of pictures for sad children, or else the absurd, […]
There's so much in pictures for sad children that I can only hope to aspire to. Namely being disaffected and in grad school. Or making jokes about David Foster Wallace's suicide.
[archived from: http://blog.lib.umn.edu/mccu0154/mugwump/2008/02/make_it_big_make_it_read.html] I know the type is bad. That’s the point.
Words fail. I am struggling to escape the post-college limbo and get on with life and a job, but it is not yet happening. I'm planning on heading to Chicago for good in April, but that timeline is reasonless. I am not driving my own cookie truck.
I’ve finished my undergraduate career, assuming they don’t find something else and withhold my diploma. Now it is time to make good art. And organize my flickr!