tonight was an incredible workout. it didn't feel like it, but afterwards, everything in my body felt right and alive and surging with graphic-arts-wizard-martial-arts-passionate-boy madness. i wish i could train every day...
i was working the bag the other night at competition team training and i felt so good, so powerful and fast. i hurt my feet pretty bad from kicking the bag so hard, but it didn't bother me, i just wanted to smash the shit out of it.
the initial weight loss i had from getting back into a hard-training routine seems to have stabilized, now it just seems that the fleshy parts are becoming less and transforming into solid parts.
for the last few months i've been dreaming about the studio i'm gonna open in a few years. a graphic design and illustration studio that also serves as a publishing company (for my magazine and graphic novels) with a fully-functional martial arts dojo attached. i like the idea of being able to work and train in roughly the same place. if it all works out as planned, i'm gonna open the whole thing in a large house, so my employees and i can live on the top floor and work and train on the bottom floor. and, oh yeah, i'm only hiring designers with black belts. i like the idea of a company run by black belts... yeah, lets see my clients give me shit when i show up for the meeting shirtless and covered in bruises from a just-recently-ended training session...
i'd be all like, "you don't like my design? oh, so you're the big fancy graphic design man now? how about i kick you in the face you stuffy i-wear-my-necktie-in-my-collar-and-my-belt-in-the-loops-not-around-my-hips mothafucka!" and he'd be all like "mr. giarratano, i'd never doubt your work... i throw myself humbly upon the mercy of the graphic design gods and beg the mighty spirit of Jan Tschichold for forgiveness..." and this is when the sky opens up and there is this incredible shade of red in the atmosphere and we here this strict german-accented voice scream from the heavens "FORM FOLLOWS FUNCTION YOU SILLY MORTAL!!! YOU WILL NOT ASK YOUR DESIGNER TO MAKE ANY ARBITRARY DESIGN CHOICES!!! TRUST IN HIS HOLY JUDGEMENT, THIS DISCIPLE OF MINE." and then he shoots a bolt of lightning from Typography heaven that splits my client into numerous pieces that fall onto the floor in a perfectly balanced asymmetrical arrangement...
BEWARE the MAD, PASSIONATE blackbelt graphic designer!!!!
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sorry, this is just the shit that runs through my head sometimes. i realized today that the reason i am (to borrow the massachusetts vernacular) WICKED behind on my bills is because in the last TWO months i've made enough money at my day job to pay ONE months worth of bills. now, i may be an art school dropout, but even i know that ain't kosher.
i decided to combat this with the amazing power of spreadsheets! i made five worksheets that detail my finances tonight. i so know what's going on now. i haven't even been opening my bills for the last few weeks. apparently i have no less than FOUR, count 'em FOUR bills with collection agencies!!! i am so awesome.
i mean broke. i am so broke.
this sucks.
***
tomorrow, we dance!!! i hope to see lots of SGBoston people and a certain dancing girl who will hopefully fall madly in love with me tomorrow (however, I'm willing to accept some more getting-to-know-each-other conversation as well).
***
thats all for tonight. desiree cousteau is my favorite porn star, who's yours?
i was working the bag the other night at competition team training and i felt so good, so powerful and fast. i hurt my feet pretty bad from kicking the bag so hard, but it didn't bother me, i just wanted to smash the shit out of it.
the initial weight loss i had from getting back into a hard-training routine seems to have stabilized, now it just seems that the fleshy parts are becoming less and transforming into solid parts.
for the last few months i've been dreaming about the studio i'm gonna open in a few years. a graphic design and illustration studio that also serves as a publishing company (for my magazine and graphic novels) with a fully-functional martial arts dojo attached. i like the idea of being able to work and train in roughly the same place. if it all works out as planned, i'm gonna open the whole thing in a large house, so my employees and i can live on the top floor and work and train on the bottom floor. and, oh yeah, i'm only hiring designers with black belts. i like the idea of a company run by black belts... yeah, lets see my clients give me shit when i show up for the meeting shirtless and covered in bruises from a just-recently-ended training session...
i'd be all like, "you don't like my design? oh, so you're the big fancy graphic design man now? how about i kick you in the face you stuffy i-wear-my-necktie-in-my-collar-and-my-belt-in-the-loops-not-around-my-hips mothafucka!" and he'd be all like "mr. giarratano, i'd never doubt your work... i throw myself humbly upon the mercy of the graphic design gods and beg the mighty spirit of Jan Tschichold for forgiveness..." and this is when the sky opens up and there is this incredible shade of red in the atmosphere and we here this strict german-accented voice scream from the heavens "FORM FOLLOWS FUNCTION YOU SILLY MORTAL!!! YOU WILL NOT ASK YOUR DESIGNER TO MAKE ANY ARBITRARY DESIGN CHOICES!!! TRUST IN HIS HOLY JUDGEMENT, THIS DISCIPLE OF MINE." and then he shoots a bolt of lightning from Typography heaven that splits my client into numerous pieces that fall onto the floor in a perfectly balanced asymmetrical arrangement...
BEWARE the MAD, PASSIONATE blackbelt graphic designer!!!!
***
sorry, this is just the shit that runs through my head sometimes. i realized today that the reason i am (to borrow the massachusetts vernacular) WICKED behind on my bills is because in the last TWO months i've made enough money at my day job to pay ONE months worth of bills. now, i may be an art school dropout, but even i know that ain't kosher.
i decided to combat this with the amazing power of spreadsheets! i made five worksheets that detail my finances tonight. i so know what's going on now. i haven't even been opening my bills for the last few weeks. apparently i have no less than FOUR, count 'em FOUR bills with collection agencies!!! i am so awesome.
i mean broke. i am so broke.
this sucks.
***
tomorrow, we dance!!! i hope to see lots of SGBoston people and a certain dancing girl who will hopefully fall madly in love with me tomorrow (however, I'm willing to accept some more getting-to-know-each-other conversation as well).
***
thats all for tonight. desiree cousteau is my favorite porn star, who's yours?
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its just been a tiring few weeks. GREAT but, very tiring.
tattoo is fine, the boy and i are great, and i've been swimming alot.
being broke sucks. i'm technically broke because i'm saving for my car. but i guess thats self inflicted.
i dont have a design degree or any of that sweetness, but i'd love to pretend i have a black belt. or atleast come to your sweet dojo.