Artings.

I usually don't like abstract art which is weird because I gravitate toward abstract thinking. I think if I actually did make my own art, it would be abstract as fuck. But when it comes to looking at other people's stuff, I usually have the strongest reaction to the plain and the simple and the realistic.

Gander Gabe Fernandez.


I dig it. Dig some more. It's easy on the eyes. You can make up your own stories. You can stare at it blankly. It just feels good.

This one is a favorite.


I have some great artist friends that everyone should check out, too. Click on dem leenks.


Docteur Dan Lerner





Grant Earl LaValley






SkeletonRoyal


Bottom line: You like what you like. I like what I like. Sometimes we like the sames. Sometimes we hate the sames. Girl stuff. Guy stuff. Guy stuff? I see your point.

You gotta listen to librarians. They usually know what's goin' down. This net neutrality business is pretty important. If I wanted the internet to be censored and regulated, I would move to Syria.

I really think this particular time in my life is the most enlightened and most confusing period since my arrival. I alternate from complete calm to raging mind frenzy. It's almost letting me become more conscious of how important sleep and nutrition is to mental well-being. The less I sleep, the more frazzled I am. I'm not even sure why I'm typing this shit. Do I really want to share? And why the fuck does this shitty laptop keep erasing entire sentences? Why the hell do people blog anyway?



I like that guy up there.

Anyway, why does everyone want to share all the time? Prolly because the more you share the more people you can find that want to listen. Even boring ass people can find people to listen to them on the innernettes. Do you realize the amount of information available to you at any given moment? I do. I'm pretty much addicted to the influx of information. I've become the Queen of Skimming. I can learn about 17 different things in five minutes.

This guy is a total creep, but he has stuff to say. That's the thing, people. Just because you don't AGREE with someone or something doesn't mean that you can't learn something. There is ALWAYS something to learn. The more you accept that you don't know shit, the more you can accept new information. Modify your thinking and patterns. Our brains aren't hardwired. Rearrange 'em.

You're Not Crazy (just reality-challenged).

Let's face it, everyone has issues. Your mom, your neighbor, that guy that stands in the intersection and washes your windshield with his spit. People are lonely, afraid, and overstimulated. People are sorrowful, confused, and muddled. People fear losing. On all levels. Losing the respect of their parents. Losing the love that's slipping away. Losing the bet they made with that sniveling shit Steve in the next cubicle.

In our culture, we tend to push, push, push these feelings through the cracks of the floorboards. It's mandatory that you be as spastically happy and stoked about life as you can every goddamn second. We don't sell products. We sell happiness. If you're not buyin', you're laggin' behind.

Well, guess what? Sad ain't bad. There's nothing wrong with feeling miserably, horribly, desperately pitiful sometimes. You probably are. Everyone is. Some more than others.

So, watch a sad movie. Listen to a sad song over and over and over and over. Look at yourself in the mirror and cry. Beat the shit out of your bed with a baseball bat. Stomp around the house whilst cussin' up a storm. Tell your dog how you really feel when he shits on the rug. Put on corpse-paint. While all of this is going on, observe yourself. Goddamn, you're insane.

Louisiana Saturday Night

I forgot about this damn blog! So a bunch has changed since July. I'm back in Louisiana. I never in a million years thought that would happen. What can I say, I missed the family. And the warmth. And the THUNDERSTORMS! Thunderstorms and rain beat cold, dreary, snowy, shitty, windy, gray, shitty Columbus winters any damn day.

This place just feels like home.

I won't be staying here for any longer than a year. Planning grad school funtimes for the future. San Francisco is number one on the list. Europe is also being researched. I need to travel before the Mayan sun-gods destroy the galaxy.

Jam on it.