Big day tomorrow, gay marriage certificates are being handed out for the first time in Boston tomorrow and my Socialist friends have asked me to join them in some sort of support rally. Sounds like a good idea I guess, I've never done anything like this before, but I feel this primal urge to get more involved with activism, not politics so much, but with protesting and paying attention and trying to build something to make the world a better place instead of rallying behind some windbag Democrat who's gonna fuck us just as bad as the Republicans only they'll lie to us while they do it. Fuck the two party system! Oi!
I've got a good summer-coming-feeling that's been going on for a while. I want to meet new and interesting people in the city and make friends (being friendlier will probably be a start with that). I want to spend nights talking about things and I want to wake up in strange places. I want to finally start officially working on my magazine again. I started writing a couple of comics this week, one about the heartbreak, one about my gram dying, and one about a sleazy marketing/door-to-door sales job interview I went on. I feel like the entire universe exists for me when I'm drawing in my sketchbook on the bus.
I want to meet a girl who thinks Motorhead is awesome.
Tomorrow night I'm gonna go to the first competition team training class at the Taekwondo school. I'm in the best shape of my life and its from working out so hard these last two months. It feels so good, I just want to push it harder. I can define myself with the martial arts in ways that are so clean and pure and distinct. My body learns the moves and makes them instinct and when I fight I flow and I feel blood pumping and limbs stretch and I know there is power and strength inside and the world just doesn't seem that tough anymore and I don't get as lonely and I just want to shower and hit the futon and stretch langorously while the rain drips outside and something nice (maybe Aphex Twin's Ambient Works) plays in the background.
Life is beautiful. It really is. It's just a challenge and man, that fighting is what defines you and shapes your life. You gonna follow the spaces on the board or are you gonna blaze new trails?
I had fun at my meetings this weekend because my client always comes up with stupid and terribly planned things he wants to do with his website and I have to convince him why my solutions are the best and all that... but it's cool because not once have i ever backed down from my position with a client. I always fight for my work. People always tell me that I'm supposed to satisfy the customer, but fuck that, I'm the artist, not them. If they want something to look like my ass, then they should hire someone else to do it.
Okay, now I'm just ranting. On my way to chinese food and bedtime...
I've got a good summer-coming-feeling that's been going on for a while. I want to meet new and interesting people in the city and make friends (being friendlier will probably be a start with that). I want to spend nights talking about things and I want to wake up in strange places. I want to finally start officially working on my magazine again. I started writing a couple of comics this week, one about the heartbreak, one about my gram dying, and one about a sleazy marketing/door-to-door sales job interview I went on. I feel like the entire universe exists for me when I'm drawing in my sketchbook on the bus.
I want to meet a girl who thinks Motorhead is awesome.
Tomorrow night I'm gonna go to the first competition team training class at the Taekwondo school. I'm in the best shape of my life and its from working out so hard these last two months. It feels so good, I just want to push it harder. I can define myself with the martial arts in ways that are so clean and pure and distinct. My body learns the moves and makes them instinct and when I fight I flow and I feel blood pumping and limbs stretch and I know there is power and strength inside and the world just doesn't seem that tough anymore and I don't get as lonely and I just want to shower and hit the futon and stretch langorously while the rain drips outside and something nice (maybe Aphex Twin's Ambient Works) plays in the background.
Life is beautiful. It really is. It's just a challenge and man, that fighting is what defines you and shapes your life. You gonna follow the spaces on the board or are you gonna blaze new trails?
I had fun at my meetings this weekend because my client always comes up with stupid and terribly planned things he wants to do with his website and I have to convince him why my solutions are the best and all that... but it's cool because not once have i ever backed down from my position with a client. I always fight for my work. People always tell me that I'm supposed to satisfy the customer, but fuck that, I'm the artist, not them. If they want something to look like my ass, then they should hire someone else to do it.
Okay, now I'm just ranting. On my way to chinese food and bedtime...
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I edit a magazine written by kids, which is a lot of work but can be a lot of fun.
on the art side, I'm disgruntled mostly because I haven't been creating. Some of it falls more into the crafts side of things, collages, decoupage, etc. etc. and I really need to scam some darkroom access so I can get back with the photography.
i was checking out your comics and think they're really awesome. for years i've flirted with the idea of doing a zine. after i finish school i may finally sit down and get it done, and it would be that much better if you'd let me use some of your work. i get the impression that you may have published stuff before. any advice?
i did aikido for several years on and off. good stuff. i'm a sucker for martial arts, buddhism, etc. gotta get back to that and working out. i keep thinking that my life will finally start when i finish my degree
and stick it to the man! i've felt that way about Demo's ever since i started voting. punk's what got me into direct action and community involvement. and after you get a taste of that empowerment, it gets under your skin. now i'm ranting. peace.