IM MOVING!

I have decided to abandon this blog. Reasons being mostly because of the spam I keep getting and the fact that I spend more time updating myspace, its just easier to post to one place and since everyone can still read my blog at myspace I'm moving there forever... or at least until further notice... I will make this blog into a pdf file and post it on the my files page. For those who don't know, the myspace blog is here... CLICK HERE

Dream #15

Another dream about work. This place is gonna kill me...

So I’m working at the swing ride which is odd because its the first time I’ve been the one working the ride in my dreams (or nightmares rather). Anyway the tubes on the playground have been altered for some reason and there is now a tube that just drops off over the swings area. I spot a little girl peeking out the tube. I stary yelling to her 'dont jump, stop, don’t jump'. But shes too young to understand me. I can tell by her sudden ssmile that she has interpreted my hand waving as 'jump jump'. So of course she jumps and now my fingers crossed and I can’t seem to pull my hands apart. She hits the floor with a thud, no bounce what so ever. I finally pull my fingers apart and run to scoop her up. I run to the gate with her in my arms and there is this jamaican lady standing there. No one seems to have noticed or care that this baby just fell 2 stories, which only intensified my own emotions. I ask the jamaican woman if this is her baby and she tells me yes. By thi
s point I’m in tears and I’m telling her how sorry I am that this has happened. She tells me in her thick accent that she doesn’t want the baby. She says it was the babies fault that she jumped out of the tube and killed herself. I realize that the baby is not dead. Shes not even crying or anything. In fact she look more like she was waking up from a long nap. I tell the woman the baby is not dead and she still refuses to take the baby, so I adopt the baby and raise her as my own.

Short Story #2

Sweat drips from his nose and puddles on the cold concrete between his feet. He has nearly caught his breath, but his mind is still racing. As he sits on the cold steps he wonders if this will be the last time. He needs new socks. His big toe pokes out almost completely. He'd lost a shoe in the chase; surely the beast had torn it from his foot. He barely got away; he hadn't realized that he ran an entire block on a bare foot until just now. There was no turning back now though, it's just too dangerous. He limps the rest of the way home, thankful to be alive. He stumbles into the front door exhausted from the journey, and collapses on the couch in the den. Before he knows it, night has come and gone and its time to begin the day again. He finds a pair of shoes and heads out the door. The walk ahead is daunting but he knows he must brave it, for the consequences are far greater than death at the claws of the white beast. He's sharp. Every sense is tuned in. He knows there is no room for error. He hears a rustle in the bushes and his heart stops. Pause. He waits. A chipmunk scurries up a nearby tree. Sigh. Relief. Maybe he wont face the beast today. If he sticks to the road and keeps a steady pace he knows his chances are much better. He reminds himself of the bite he was dealt less than a week ago. He got careless and he was caught off gaurd. He replays the event over in his mind once more. he hardly had time to react, all he saw was a flash of white, white fury he thought. The sound of its snarling was stuck in his ears, how terrible that snarling was. Stop. Think. Focus on the road, stay alert. He keeps walking. he comes up on the shoe he'd lost the day before. Its hardly recognizable but he picks it up, looks around nervously and tucks it into his bag. This trek seems to get longer and longer each time. Halfway there. This is the danger zone he whispers to himself. Stay on your toes. He's almost there just a few more steps, just around this corner, he'll make it. He lets out a sigh of relief. He's safe. He takes a moment to collect himself. This part of the day always wears him out. From the corner of his eye he catches a glimpse of light. Could it be? Breathe. Its back! He freezes. He was so careful. It was waiting for him, it had to be. He's not giving up. The adrenaline courses through his body and he tears off. He gains no more than 10 yards before he's eating pavement. He lets out a grunt as the wind is beaten from his lungs. He tries desperatly to get back up. Its too late the beast has his pants leg, and is jerking violently. He braces himself and tries to think. He plays dead, it works for bears maybe it could work now. through his eyelids he sees a shadow fall over him. A woman's voice shouts, "Cleo! Stop it!". He opens his eyes and she helps him up. "i'm sorry" she says "cleo just loves to play". "you call that playing?! I almost lost a limb! I could have died!" he exclaims. "relax kid," she says "it just a poodle." he brushes himself off in a huff "man, I hate that dog".

Dream #13

So my cousin and I plan a trip to new york. We pack our bags and head for the airport. Coincidentally all of my coworkers and employees are making the same trip. We arrive at the airport and there all of these business men and woman walking around with their suits and breifcases, and mohawks, rainbow colored hair, tatoos and piecings galore. We step into an elevator to take us to the lobby and there is heavy metal music playing. When we make it to the lobby nine inch nails is performing on this free standing makeshift stage out in the middle. We find the line to check ou bags and my cousin disappears. Tabby spots me and comes to tell me that they’re being really strict about what we take on the plan about that time I set off the alarm with my bag. The police come and ask tabby to come with them. I tell them it was my bag bu they don’t listen. So she steps out of line, they check her, give her a peppermint and send her on her way. I try to go through again, setting
off the alarm. They grab my bag and find a pocket knife. I tell them I need it and they refuse to give it back. So I slip the guy a 20 dollar bill and a piece of paper with my address and ask him to mail it to that address. He agrees and I get on the plane.

Dream #12

Finally A Dream!

I plan to go shopping with my cousin and we meet up outside of her apartment. She brings a friend. We are in separate cars and we’re ready to go. There is a little Toyota blocking our exit though. Its towing a charter bus! I hear this announcer describing the next generation of Toyota trucks and their power… powerful enough to haul a charter bus. I’m in a commercial! The truck pulls off and spins its tires in the process leaving the rest of us in a cloud of smoke. Now we can leave… apparently the short cut to the mall is through Six Flags. I wind up driving the Cyclone coaster track in my Sonoma at like 100 mph. It was so wild, I could feel the wind in my hair… even though the windows were up. Any who, so we finally make it to the shopping mall but its inside a school, a really big school. We go shopping and all of the stores still look like classrooms, they just have racks and what not set up in the middle of the rooms. To escape the clutter I go out into the hallway to wait for my cousin and her friend. While I’m out there one of the girls from my 3d design class shows up to pick her son up from school, I say hey and she introduces me to her sister who looks nothing like her. Her sister starts rubbing my cheeks and I ask her what she thinks she’s doing, and she replies “I love guys with stubble”… I get freaked out and I split. I find myself in a counselor’s office where there is some sort of group therapy thing going on, this only adds to my freaked out feeling and I keep walking. All of a sudden I’m in a hotel room and I turn around to find that a new wall has appeared and there aren’t any doors to get out. A woman appears, she looks like a stereotypical secretary with the bun and glasses and all. She thinks I'm looking for a bathroom and I tell her I just want to get back to the mall… she looks confused but calls a guy to escort me out. My escort is a black French guy. He tells me that he knows Robin Williams. I ask him if he knows Oliver. (Another black French guy who is a friend of a friend of mine) He gets offended and tells me that just because they’re both black and French doesn’t mean they know each other. I apologize and he admits that he does in fact know Oliver. We are soon crossing a cobblestone bridge with the grass growing up between the stones and all but instead of cobblestones they are cinder blocks. The whole way across the bridge he’s singing that French song we all learn in kindergarten, you know fera Jacque fera Jacque, dome plu! Give me a break I’m not French. There are some folks on the other side of the bridge fishing, I decide to join them while I wait for my cousin and her friend, I kick off my shoes and plop down on the bank… then I woke up.

Distant Shores

This song has been stuck in my head all week but I'm sure it's the lyrics that have kept me singing. If you can get a copy of this song, it comes highly recommended. ...by the way I made that bread in the picture, its gluten free!

Five Iron Frenzy - Distant Shores Lyrics

I have been scarred so deep by life and cold despair,
and brittle bones were broken far beyond repair.
I have leveled lies so deep, the truth may never find.
And inside my faithless heart, I stole things never mine.

If mercy falls upon the broken and poor, Dear Father,
I will see you, there on distant shores.

I have toiled for countless years, and ever felt the cost,
and I've been burned by this world's cold,
like leaves beneath the frost.
On my knees I've crawled to you, bleeding myself dry,
But the price of life is more, then I could ever buy.

If mercy falls upon the broken and poor, Dear Father,
I will see you, there on distant shores.

And off of the blocks, I was headstrong and proud,
at the front of the line for the card-carrying, highbrowed.
With both eyes fastened tight, yet unscarred from the fight.
Running at full tilt, my sword pulled from it's hilt.
Its funny how these things can slip away,
our frail deeds, the last will wave good-bye.
Its funny how the hope will bleed away,
the citadels we build and fortify. Good-bye.
Night came and I broke my stride,
I swallowed hard, but never cried.

When grace was easy to forget, I'd denounce the hypocrites,
casting first stones, killing my own.
You would unscale my blind eyes,
and I stood battered, but more wise,
fighting to accelerate,
shaking free from crippling weight.
With resilience surpassed,
I clawed my way to you at last.
And on my knees, I wept at your feet, I finally believed,
that you still loved me.

Healing hands of God's mercy on our unclean souls once again,
Jesus Christ, Light of the world, burning bright
within our hearts forever.
Freedom means love without condition without beginning or an end.
Here's my heart let it be forever yours.
only you can make every new day seem so new.

Vacation

so I haven’t posted much in the past week or so. contrary to popular belief its not due to a lack of inspiration. I have been on vacation this past week and you’d think that that would mean more time. I spent almost every minute doing something. I didn’t go farther than auburn but I got away from work which is the most stressful part of my life. So overall I had a great vacation I saw most of my family. I had some long conversations. Interesting conversations. I slept a lot. I had a birthday. And I went to class. Class is really not so bad when you’re an art student. So I’m making excuses for why haven’t posted. In all honesty I had some time to write I just spent it doing something else. But I did start this thing to ensure that I wrote everyday. How can I get better without practice right? So anyway, there is sure to be a poem and/or short story coming up soon, so stay tuned.

Witchy woman

This is my bestfriend's dog. Her name is videl, and she picked this costume out on her own. Halloween isn’t just for people!

Cow

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Dream #11

So its been a while since I’ve posted a dream. Soory not much sleep means not many dreams remembered. Anywho tthis a short one but it makes perfect sense to me... Kinda.

So I’m at work and its a saturday night, the crowd is so massive its hard to move. overall its a pretty calm crowd though. Then I hear this extremely loud thud. The crowd shifts towards the rock climbing wall. A guy has fallen from the very top and somehow managed to rip the entire left side of his face off. I mean flesh is just hanging from this guys chin and blood is puddled up all around him. Now I’m freaking out. I run to the desk pushing people out of the way. I jump over the counter and grab the first aid kit. when I start to head back I notice that everyone seems to be oblivious to what’s going on, but it feels mostly like they just don’t care. So I get mad that every is looking at this guy and then walking away without a shred of emotion. I finally get back to the guy and once I have cleaned him up I realize he’s just a robot.

Fake Blog Comments

I can't decide whether or not to delete these fake comments (if you're already lost just pick an entry with comments your sure to find one). On the one hand they are definately annoying and disappointing when i find out that the comments I have recieved are nothing more than an automated comment spam spewed on to my site. But I have become slightly attatched to them. Since I haven't recieved the same one twice and they're always vastly different from my entries and even from eachother, they've kind of become like a collection. if i could send them to a section by themselves I'd be more satisfied. Then we'd only read them if we wanted. Of course none of them have been of interest to me yet. I don't understand why I haven't gotten any clothing ads or even male enhancement ads like normal spam. No I get comments about "rash gaurds". What? I'm confused. I swear, when I figure out how they're doing it I'm going to write my own, which will read:

"Hi, you don't know me, and I don't know you. In fact I haven't even read your blog. However, I still thought you should know that I think its terrific. I know your probably more interested in joining the army, search engines, or maybe even rash gaurds, but I've got a blog that I post my dreams and thoughts to. I just figured that if i were going to waste your time by you reading this spam comment, the least I could do is be honest about it. Visit me *hyperlink*!


So cheers to you Payday Loans!

Any afternoon

There's not much time. She knows as well as he does. He hesitates to make eye contact. She stares intensely at him waiting for a response. A word, a smile, a frown, a sigh anything! He’s content with the awkward silence for now. She becomes frustrated, and soon her frustration will become her anger. He knows that behind her calm façade, she’s desperately trying to force the frustration out of her mind. But he waits, the right moment will come. These things require a significant amount of thought and a sense of timing. She gives up entirely on making eye contact with him. At this point any sign of life would suffice. She begins to fidget. He’s determined to get this right. It seems like a simple question. So why can’t he answer it. Out of the corner of his eye he can see that she has turned away from him completely. She watches the other cars, hoping to see a license plate from out of state. She clings to that thought, anything to escape this silence. He focuses on the stoplight… it turns green. They’re moving again. This is the third time they’ve been down this street in the last seven minutes. She can’t stand it any longer. “What’s it going to be? You’re going to have to make a decision.” She says, determined to get a response. He glances in her direction, takes a deep breath and lets out a long sigh. Why is this so difficult? He quickly tries to pick up the scattered pieces of his thoughts in hopes that he might deliver an answer. He knows he’s going to have to respond this time. He’s stalled long enough. She’s approaching her boiling point. He feels the tension rising and resolves to just get it over with. Just spit it out. “Well… “He says, stumbling into a short pause as they lock eyes. He begins to grin. She cracks a smile as she waits anxiously. “How about Italian?”

Homosexuality

I have had this discussion with a lot of people recently and i've got something to say on the matter. I feel like a blog entry can’t really be my final answer but rather a concise explanation of what I think about the whole thing. Number one this is not an attack or a scientific account. This is simply my opinion. So on with it. I definately believe that homosexuality is a choice. Key word 'believe'. Since I am not gay I can’t validate that it has its roots in genetics. All i know is that the people i have talked to have openly admitted that they chose their lifestyle. So until they start genetically altering embryos to be gay and it works i will refuse to believe in a purely genetic explaination. I have heard the argument that there are gay animals... My response is that ive seen dogs hump people, cats, and stuffed animals. So does that mean that those dogs are genetically predetermined to be attracted to those different species and even inanimate objects? No, they simply have the drive and/or have made a mistake.(p.7 L.James) I dont really care much about the political side of this because it seems like a hypocritical voice keeping gay marraige illegal, plus I just don’t want to get into the whole seperaration of church and state argument. however, as a christian i dont agree with homosexuality, but that also means I don’t want to pass judgement or codemn others for their sins when I’ve got plenty of my own. So if your gay just don’t tell me its genetic. Please excuse any typos, I’m typing on my phone.

Dream #10

So I’m in this big cave, which is covered in snow inside and out. Obviously its cold so its makes sense that I’m dressed up like an eskimo, but for some reason I’m also sporting a red swim cap and matching goggles. while I’m investigating this snow cave a heard of penguins come from out of no where and just start trampling me... It was more like a swarm. So I get up and dust myself off, straighten my goggles and grab my shotgun. I try to catch up with the penguins but these big snow dunes start popping up all over the place. It seems like I spent an eternity fighting my way to the opwning of this cave. But alas, I finally make it but there is no penguin in site, instead I’m looking out into munchkin land, just like when dorothy opens the door after the big twister and suddenly everything is in color. I’m confronted by a robot cowboy who I have apparently offended and we agree to a duel. Backs together, ten paces turn and fire... yeah that whole thing. Of course bei
ng educated by looney toons I cheat and shoot him in the back as he walks his ten paces. unfortunately my gun only shoots those little plastic pizzas that you get with ninja turtles. Yeah, he doesn’t even feel that, so I grab a bucket and dip it into the nearest trough. (because munchkin land has now become the wild west) and I proceed to splash the robot cowboy with the water. He turns around and looks at me for a minute, so I’m like why didn’t you short cicuit or something and he reaches for a zipper on his forehead and unzips it all the way to his feet. Out steps an alien. He explains that he and his fellow aliens are conducting an experiment. I politley ask to be excused from the exercise and they beam me into a field. Not much is too clear after that but it seems that when they beamed me down I was spotted by the local rednecks and taken captive because I was believed to be an alien... How ironical.

Super Powers

The age old question, or at least for the past several decades or so I guess. If you had a super power what would you want it to be. Of course flying and invisibility are always at the top along with super strength, speed and endurance. For the obxious reasons these powers would definitely come in handy. Someone always amazes me with off the wall powers like burrito vision or the ability to speak to animals. I can almost understand wanting x-ray vision or telekinetic powers (maybe even the smarts to spell it), but being able to freeze things or catch them on fire just doesn’t seem very cool to me. I never liked the aquatic super heroes or the ones that were just good at gymnastics. Super healing is good but wouldn’t not getting injured in the first place be far better? I like the cool gadgets but when that’s all that’s keeping your but safe from the bad guys lets admit it, you’re not much of a super hero. I have decide that I would definitely want complete mind contr
ol. being able to read minds and tell them what to think, believe and even act out. if you’re a super hero (which I am not) you could make you’re super villians (which I have plenty of) want to leave you and everyone else alone so they’d have more time to knit dowlies and alphabatise their cereal boxes. No argument too big and no member of the opposite sex to complicated to handle. You’d always know if someone telling you the truth or lies. You’d be successful in any career you could possibly choose to persue. And you could definitely win the nobel peace prize. I haven’t found a power that even comes close in my opinion, but perhaps burrito vision man is simply content with an endless supply of burritos. I do have a back up power just in case and I guess this is my somewhat ridiculous wish but I would love to have control over time. Forewards, backwards and present. Stop it, speed it up and slow it down. Because I could definitely use more time, and I’d like to ch
ange some things in the past and I can think of a few moments I’d really like to relive and similarly slowing down time would allow me to savor memories in the making. you’d only have to fail a test twice but you’d never have to study (of course the biomech brain would be a better study substitute... Read a couple entries earlier). Anywho super powers are awesome, what power do you want?

The Poison

The purpose of this assignment was to abstract a poem. I chose Blake's poem "A Poison Tree". My objective was to embody anger and wrath in an organic form. I strived to give the piece a kind of vitality in hopes that the viewer might get the sense that this piece was continuously growing and evolving. At the same time I wanted to counteract the obviously dangerous nature of the piece with a delicate side. I wanted to show that this rage has been nurtured and cared for so meticulously. Not unlike the way a gardener might prune his or her plants or an enthusiast would carefully plan the design of a bonsai, this anger despite its outward chaotic appearance is very controlled. Any comments are welcome.

A Poison Tree
Poem lyrics of A Poison Tree by William Blake.
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree

3D wood project

This is what I’ve been doing. Its not quite finished of course, but its starting look like more than a pile of sticks. Keep reading, I posted a new dream today too.

Dream #9

Finally the dream drought is over…

So the setting is sometime in the 60’s or at least I was attending some kind of protest where everyone dressed up like hippies. I’m not sure what we were protesting but I think it had something to do with free speech and censorship. It’s not long before the cops show up and we begin a full on water balloon war with them. The cops however refuse to fight fair, they filled their balloons with bleach, acid and various toxic chemicals. So after a while they start making arrests and lining us up to haul us off to jail. Just as I’m about to be taken away by the cops, these 2 elves catch my attention and motion for me to follow them. I figure I might as well, so I follow them and they lead me to this huge building. They disappear inside and I continue to try to follow them but I never saw them again. I knew I couldn’t go back outside without the possibility of being arrested so I decide to wander the halls of this building. When I get to the top floor all the rooms are full of what looks like class rooms mixed with padded rooms. I’m in a mental hospital/school… what a sick combination. Anyway. So one of the patients gets loose and corners me in a stairwell. This guy thinks he’s Freddy Kruger! He’s got the glove and everything except its only got 3 bladed fingers for some reason… He tries to lunge at me and I manage to get his glove away from him and scare him away. Now I decide its time for me to go. On my way out this HUGE Freddy glove slams the door I’m about to go through shut. Surprisingly enough it doesn’t even faze me and I just reopen the door and walk out. Once I walk through I find my self in the future (Like around 2020) where I happen to be an extremely wealthy artist and the proud owner of a mansion. And just my luck, I walk right into the middle of a dinner party that I’m supposed to be hosting… at my mansion. I even have one of those really huge fire places that is more like the size of a walk in closet. (Like the one in that movie “the Haunting”). The only other thing I remember was a enormous painting over the fireplace of Spongebob in one of those Hugh Heffner robes and a big Sherlock Holmes pipe. Did I mention I had a mansion?

Dream #8

I remember my dream from last night barely, but I didn't try very hard because it was a crappy dream really. I was standing in line at Old Navy. Of course I didn't have anything to purchase I was just waiting in line with everyone else. The only odd thing in the whole dream was that there was this huge pink wardrobe in one of the lines. It looked like someone had taken some doll furniture and blown it up to way larger than normal size, it was like 12 feet tall. Anyway, I got the impression that someone was trying to return it there. So I finally get up to the front and get into an altercation with the guy because he's some kid from my highschool days that I want to beat the snot out of every time I see him... so I do and thats that.

I warned you it wasn't very good, I'm just glad I could even remember it.

Test day

Playing around in flash. This is a thumb of my first official web comic strip... like everything else I do, I don't plan to be very consistant with my characters or themes, so don't get attatched. Anyway I added a link to the site In my link list (i named it My Web Comic). let me know what you think.

Web Comic

Here is the first and probably worst of my web comic series. really its just an idea for now, I need a title, a purpose, and a better idea about how I want to draw myself. About the only thing I do have so far is the desire. Maybe it will all just come to me. Preferably in dream form since its been a couple of days now since I’ve remembered one. I really did quit cafeine today.

Mecha Brain Inc.

I’m going create the first biomechanical brain. So that information can be added and deleted just like a computer. Imagine the possibiliteis. No more forgeting dates or phone numbers or your to do lists. No more studying or sitting through your boring teachers lectures. How great would that be. I’ve been thinking abouit this for ages. Imagine loading say an encyclopedia, or dictionary into your brain. I suppose if I ever really developed a brain that could reap the benefits of an organic brain as well as the benefits of a computers brain there would defenitly be downsides. I imagine that eventually a brain such as this would need upgrades and/or accessories. So we'd all go out and get the newest best upgrades and wouldn’t you know it... Bugs! So we'd need software patches to fix the bugs, and by the time all the bugs are worked out here comes window 10 million and 1:brain edition. By the time we get our brains online, then we will certainly have people who are
so pissed off or maybe just bored, that they feel that it is their purpose to create viruses for the people with these brainMachines. So of course there will be an epidemic and finally antivirus protection for a modest fee (ha) and we will all have to have it. But who wants to pay for stuff? Introducing 'Brainster', the first brain to brain file sharing network. And 'Brainster lite' for those who don’t want their brainprotocol accessed. Anyway, this would get me rich and probably set the end times in motion, so if I ever figure it out I’m not sharing it with you guys cuz you’d only ruin the world with it. There ya go.

P.S. Little james says 'the crescent wrench of life is wrapped around my balls'

Dream #7

I don’t know what my problem is but it seems like every dream I have involves guns… anyway heres the dream.

So I’m driving down one of those roads like you see in the movies in the middle of the desert.  I’m headed towards my lakeshore property (yeah in the middle of the desert).  On my way there is this gorgeous blonde supermodel looking lady jogging down the road (odd because I’m just not a big fan of blondes), and as I pass her I look in the rearview mirror to see who she is, she didn’t look familiar but she sees me looking and starts pulling up her top until its completely over her head.  Nudity! Guess I should have written a disclaimer.  (Little Seamus please don’t ban my blog because it contains adult situations)  So anyway I get home and I go into the bathroom where some sort of grilling accident has happened because the toilet is clogged with toilet paper and dales marinade sauce (I don’t know how a liquid can clog a toilet)… the bathroom is flooded so I go back outside, I guess to find a tree, and who do I find in my carport?  You guessed it, the mysterious blonde and a few guests.  Street Gang members, 2 to be exact and they don’t look happy.  I explain to them I’m not prepared to entertain company and politely ask them to leave, they refuse and the dream violence commences.  I pull out my 38 special and begin to fire.  They have the fake cowboy pistols this time, but wouldn’t you know it… I’m firing blanks!!! (When am I going to get some live ammo for Pete’s sake!?!)  We obviously agree to stop our mock gunfight and they take me to there leader, who looks like a Chinese Mafia member (he’s on my front porch).  I talk to the guy for a while, I’m not sure what about, but it had something to do with family I think because I discover he has a soft spot for babies. So, I tell the guy my wife and new born are inside.  This convinces the guy to take his gang members and girlfriend off my property.  The End.

Dream #6

So this post is slightly a day late… it’s been a busy day between looking for a belt sander, and work.  Just thought everyone should know that now I have officially kept up with this thing almost on a daily basis, which is a huge deal.  So congratulations to me.  On with the dream.

So pretty much everyone I know is at this huge slumber party thing at the mall.  Everyone is in there pajamas… the full body pajamas like little kids wear, mine were cowboys and Indian prints.  Everyone pretty much has picked out there buddy and set up their pup tents all over the mall, like a little village or something.  Anyway, one the slumber festivities have begun like roasting marshmallows over the fire and telling ghost stories, everyone decides to play a game.   It is agreed that automatic rifle tag will be the game of the night.  So in preparation my buddy and I begin painting each others faces with that camo face paint stuff… I suppose so we would be harder to spot in the natural surroundings of the mall.  Everyone grabbed their firearms and got to it.  Surprisingly no one got shot.

My Reason

I guess it seems pretty far fetched that an artist (even selfproclaimed) would have no idea what the purpose of his work is. Well, I suppose for now I’m an exception. The things that drives me most are emotions rather than ideas and issues but those emotions aren’t evident in my work (at least I can’t see it). although, I have found that my work is remarkably better when i'm depressed. In fact I rarely voluntarily paint unless I’m upset. I’ve gotten used to sucking at art when I try to force it. Lately I’ve been going about the whole thing rather like a term paper or something. Trying to decide the topic and whether or not I agree. But I’m not very political, I’d prefer to simply lay down a bunch of colors that are appealing to the eye. i paint the same way i read and in the same spirit that i become obsessed with what may seem like the most uninteresting sort of stuff. I am very hard to keep satisfied, I want a taste of everything. I read in small sporadic doses
and My eye is caught by the slightest flicker and moments later I’m obsessed with something completely different. I think one of my newest paintings which I titled 'map' is the best example to date of what I’m trying to say. I project a sort of assortment of interest or ideas into a piece. I like to fill the canvas with a sense of organized chaos. I have discovered that the same seems to be true in my sculpting. (see my plaster below). So I’ve been struggling with the pressure of figuring out why I do what I do, and why my work is the way it is. what inspires me and what discourages me. anyone who knows me will understand what I mean when I say that my inspiration is pvc pipe, ropes and pullies, berry flavored drink mixes and log cabins, chinese stone lanterns and grass tiki huts. I think that my problem lately is that I’ve tried to pick an interest and stick to it throughout an entire piece. Not gonna happen without resistance!

File Sharing

My newest goal:  Find a free web storage account.  I’d like for it to be more than 50MB and I’d LOVE to be able to email the files in instead of going through an upload process.  Also, I’d like to be able to access them in my html or Java, so that I can have say a picture or movie of the day on multiple sites… if that makes any sense.  I want to write the code to reference a single file in my storage, if I upload a file that overwrites the file referenced then the new file is automatically reflected on all the sites that contain the code.  I think that’s the way I’d go about doing it anyway I also want to be able to allow access to the storage account to friends and family and possibly some files to strangers.  Anyone that has any suggestions, please feel free to share.

Dream #5

I haven’t be able to remember my dreams for a couple days now, surprise surprise, I kept waking up last night and every time I did I wrote down a dream so today I have 4! How great is that.

Dream 5.1:

So I’m talking to my dad, only he’s not my real dad he’s a Don for the mob, I guess the Columbus mob, I don’t know.   The headquarters for some strange reason were located inside the church I grew up in, but haven’t been to in at least 4 years.  So my dad and I part ways after discussing the plans for me to take over after he decides to retire.  Once I make it to the fellowship hall I’m confronted by a fellow mobster (I don’t know the guys name but he’s in a few movies, if you’ve ever seen Donnie Brasco with Johnny Depp, he’s the Head of Johnny D’s branch of the mob).  Anyway, this guy is obviously ticked off about the arrangements being made, so he pulls a Tommy gun on me and starts unloading.  I dive behind a plastic folding table and pull out my gun.  Unfortunately, I’m only packing what looks like a small (and paper thin) toy cowboy pistols.  Oh well work with what you got right.  So I start firing back at this guy and I realize I’m hitting him but nothings happening.  I open up the chamber to find I’ve been firing those little yellow plastic bullets that you get as a kid so you don’t really kill anything with your pellet gun.  The thing that really sucks is that I can see the bullets but not like in the matrix or anything, because they’re still going too fast for me to dodge.  I can feel them start to hit me and once he’s got me disabled he comes over to me.  Towering over me he says a few words but I’m not sure what they were, I woke up with a sense of betrayal so I figure he was a close friend or something.  After he finishes he sticks his gun (which is now a revolver) in my face, lights a fire cracker and shoves it up my nose, I could hear the fuse burning closer and closer I just closed my eyes wondering if he’d shoot me before the fire cracker blew up, but I woke up before either… with my nose stinging, I have no idea why.


Dream 5.2

Another businessman dream:  I’m in an important board meeting and I’m giving my presentation, I guess to save money or increase profit… what else?  For some reason we’re holding hostages in the board room.  They’re all tied to their chairs, blindfold over the eyes and duct tape over the mouth (wrapped all the way around the head, I hate when they only put a little piece over the mouth in the movies)  I don’t remember seeing any terrorists, but I get the feeling they were there somewhere, maybe they stepped out for coffee.  Suddenly there is a rapid beeping noise and everyone starts freaking out because we all think it’s a bomb.  Turns out that the beeping is only a beeper, but that’s when I woke up and can you guess what the beeping really was?


Dream 5.3

Names will be changed in this dream to protect the innocent and their feelings.

The Cast:
Tom: an employee of mine
Jane: a former girlfriend
Mr. Smith: a former girlfriend’s dad

Tom kissed Jane (Jane wasn’t pleased), Tom tried to move in with the Smiths and Mr.Smith wasn’t pleased.  So Mr. Smith commissions me to get rid of Tom… I mean really get rid of him.  So after about 20 minutes of fighting with Tom (crazy Kung Fu fighting of course) I’m behind Tom, with a broomstick over his throat, and I’m jerking furiously trying to break this guy’s neck but it just won’t pop.  It gets to the point were I’m just tired of trying and Tom obviously gets the picture so I let him go.  Mr. Smith sits Tom down and has a stern talk with him and sends him on his way never to return.

What’s with all this violence?


Dream 5.4

I find myself standing in a VERY LONG LINE at Chef Lee’s Restaurant.  What am I going to order you ask… divorce papers.  I’m trying to get a divorce from some old lady that I married while I was in Las Vegas.  The conflict is that I’m supposed to be getting married to someone else and she doesn’t know that I’m accidentally married to this other woman, so I’ve got to get divorced before she finds out.  Simple enough, eh?  Nope, my friend rats me out and she comes storming in to rip me a new one… meanwhile the old chick thinks we can still work things out.  But I think I do eventually get the divorce papers and I proceed to eat all the statues in the place in celebration… they were like really hard marshmallows.



So there you go…

Time!?!

Time. What is time? Is it real? who has it, and who doesn’t? Who wants it or needs it (there is a difference). I was told last night that I have too much free time on my hands. I guess I do have more of it than I’m used to. I can see that I’m getting a lot of things done lately. I am slightly more motivated than usual which may be because I’m not as tired as I normally am. But I do know that since I quit drinking I haven’t pissed away a single night by passing out in front of my computer screen. And since I quit smoking I haven’t had to stop a project to feed my addiction (saves money too). And since I only have one 3 hour class I have tons of time, mostly to write this blog I've been told. i realize that i dont appreciate the luxury of time when i have it to utilize as i see fit, so maybe i should work on that. I cant think of anything more enjoyable than spending my time with my family, friends and 'other'. So i think i will try to keep that in mind next time
i have time to spend freely. similarly i dont hate time anymore than when i have too little. (i'll give you some of mine :) ) So i've decided to work out some timesavers for people who don't have alot of time, so they can have a blog site too. Ive already started brushing my teeth in the shower. Thats 5 mins saved every day!

Dream #4

Actually got somewhat of a complete dream this time…

So I’m the owner of this science store… pretty much like the “WORLD OF SCIENCE” that we used to have in the Peachtree Mall. Anyway, my physics teacher, Dr.Cruzen, from a couple years ago was my business partner (cool guy, can’t think of a better person to run a world of science store). After work or course the activity of choice is star gazing, with our high powered telescopes. Oddly enough my 3D Design class was there gazing with us. All of a sudden there is a huge explosion in the sky… a star I guess, but it looked just like the plane explosion in the movie final destination (which I watched last night, along with The Hitchhikers Guide, now it makes sense doesn’t it?). But it didn’t shake anyone up much, in fact immediately afterwards we all went out for pizza… my treat.

TOFU FUN!

Today's adventure was cooking TOFU! I've never had tofu so I decided to try it. I've heard it takes on the flavor of whatever its cooked with… that could prove useful… so I go to the grocery store and pick out a brick of Extra Firm… I suppose I'll try a less firm brick next time so that I'll at least know if I have a preference. I proceed to get a bottle of Teriyaki sauce and some shrimp… I don't know why I got shrimp, I just did. I have to admit I felt very health conscious at the register, naturally the cashier lady looked at me like I was a weirdo. No no its I'm used to it. Once I returned home with my grocery bag o' treasure, I took a picture of the brick before the cooking began. I also took pics of the tofu in different forms and cooking stages. I'm sure you noticed the frying pan looks a little funny… I figured I could combine the 3 into 1 for viewing ease… I'm so thoughtful. The really small brown chunks are in the teriyaki sauce and nearly done. The cubes ar
e in the Teriyaki too, but had just been put in the pan. And the slices (which I have decided to refer to as "SPAM style") are just frying in some vegetable oil. To be honest with you I enjoyed it much more than I figured I would. Imagine my surprise. Fun facts: this stuff is really high in protein and low in carbs… and fairly low in unsaturated fat (no sat fat), but it even comes in a 'Lite' version which I can only assume has less fat. According to the box tofu also makes a delicious breakfast food as well as a nice salad topper. Any one interested can send $12.95 and get their very own tofu recipe book… 80+ recipes. So, 2 thumbs up for the tofu.

Dream #3

Ok, so to my surprise this morning I awoke to a note already jotted down in my dream journal… barely legible, it made no sense to me… I don’t even recall writing it, but I must have done it in the dark.  Anyhow, I don’t know what to make of it so I will simply rewrite it as is.  

Went to Wal-mart to stand in line (because they were buffing the floor with HUGE buffers) to fill my mold with silicone, the keyhole cover on my car was a tennis ball.  Videl got rabies.

For those who don’t know, Videl is my best friend’s dog.  So that’s it.

Dream #2

This one isn’t very interesting but the things I’ve read have said that I should write this stuff down regardless of whether or not it’s a complete dream or interesting for that matter.  So I present to you, short boring dream sequence #2.  

So we’ve all seen them on TV, the guys and gals who get together to show off there mighty fighting robots.  And we’ve all seen the ones that smash, pound and saw there opponent robots in half.  Oddly enough I was there, I was pitting my mini war machine against someone else’s in a cage match to end all cage matches… actually it looked like every other one you’ve ever seen on the television set.  Anywho, the only odd part about the whole thing is that my machine was a metal version of the Robosapien (which I could control with my mind).  Anyone who knows me should get a kick out of that because when those things first came out I went crazy, I had to have one and finally when everyone’s back was turned I bought one… I’ve been trying to sell it since about 2 weeks after that.  But I promise you that if they release a metal version I will have to have that one too.  ~Rosebud~    

New Calendar!

Hey! I've added an event calendar over in the link section... How cool is that... anyway Friends and family are more than welcome to add events if you want, like birthdays, parties, movie release dates, concerts, or whatever. People who are not friends and family can add events if they want to but if they add something retarded, vulger or ridiculous it will just be deleted by me so don't waste my time or your own. The point of this exercise is ultimately to keep everyone up to date on current events, especially me, so let me know important dates. Enjoy!

Oh and I got the script here in case anyone out there wants to get their own.

http://htmlgear.lycos.com

Plaster Incorporated (Dream #1)

This is the first of what I hope will be many in my dream series. I have decided to try to remember my dreams long enough to write them down. I’ve tried a couple times now to only wind up empty handed but I thought about it really hard last night and finally this morning I had a small piece of a dream still swimming around in my brain so I wrote it down... Yay.

Feature presentation:
I am a very successful business man, i've got the wife and kids, dog (no cats of course) and even a normal house, not too big and not too small (not a log cabin believe it or not). Anyway, I work for a plaster manufacturing company where am vice president or something I might have been president I’m not sure. The strange thing is that or biggest competitor is run by the other me... Like a clone or something, not the evil me or the good me, just another me. So as you can imagine I’m pretty competitive with myself so I’m stressing that I might out do myself at the other plaster company. Luckily for me I keep a magic log (i know it odd) in the basement of my company and for good luck I go down there and chop at it every now and then. Anyway this thing is huge, its about 6 feet in diameter and probably 30 feet long... That’s about all I could remember, but I’ve heard that when you get into the habit of writing down your dreams you eventually get better at remembering them,
so lets hope so. By the way that’s my finished plaster sculpture for 3D Design.

Abstract Sculpture

This is a paper I wrote for 3D Design. The pictures shown are Steve Tobin's "African Termite Hills" and Gillian Jagger's "In the Absence of Faith".

On Kuspit's "Abstraction & Empathy, Once Again"
The problem with abstract sculpture reviewed in Donald Kuspit's article "Abstraction & Empathy, Once Again", is how we deal with and respond to the space we are, as well as the space that we all exist in. However, more specifically Kuspit explores the contradiction of the abstract form to the natural model. The author suggests that the solution is to either find a way in which both the abstract and natural can coincide without one taking anything away from the other, or by creating completely abstract pieces "purely geometrical in form".
In the first example Kuspit gives of the unity between organic and geometric, he mentions Gillian Jagger, Steve Tobin, and Paul Waldman. Each of these artists have pieces that, according to Kuspit, at first glance are obviously organic. However, upon further investigation it is plain to see that they all incorporate the geometrical. Jagger's 'In the Absence of Faith' is supported by and contained in a geometrical framework. Tobin's 'African Termite Hills' reside amongst lifeless architecture so that the contrast intensifies the organic elegance of the hills. Finally, Waldman's figures surrounded by infinite space are all placed on the "geometrical stage" so that they seemingly become more "finite" than they really are. Finally, Kuspit describes the work of Carol Ross and Iian Averbuch using the reverse formula. Kuspit says that Ross' "Wedge" and "Monarch" are unmistakably abstract. But like the pieces described earlier, they cover both sides of the spectrum in that the
y portray "vitality" as the author puts it. Similarly, Averbuch's work, "A Dream of Two Snakes", embodies both organic and abstract. By the use of glass panes and roughly carved stone blocks, Averbuch interweaves the fragile and the robust. Kuspit makes this point by stating that "the abstract shapes of the DNA strands and the organic bodies of the two snakes are virtually indistinguishable".
Kuspit maintains that by being 'organic' a piece is continuously growing or being deconstructed in the sense that it can simply be unfinished forever. Kuspit also uses life and vitality to describe the organic qualities of the pieces he examines. He conversely describes the inorganic form to be lifeless and unchanging, referring to it most often as the geometrical form. By using 'immense buildings' as an example, Kuspit makes the remark that they "seem dead" because "their form has been finalized". Through the author's exploration of these example pieces it becomes obvious that they all embody both organic and inorganic, whether or not it is intentional. Ultimately, organic and abstract geometry can never be separated entirely because they are fundamentally one and the same.

Robots in disguise

I don’t know if its my lack of time or energy (or both), but there doesn’t seem to be enough time in a day to do what has to be done along with what I want to get done and be able to squeeze in sleep. I know I’m not alone. If I’m going to conquer the world I’m going to need a little more free time. the irony is that I’m going to school in hopes that my degree will ensure me a demanding (as well as fulfilling) fulltime job. However, it seems like the biggest thing standing in my way is the demanding (not so fullfilling) full time job I already have and am trying to escape. How discouraging. I think that sometimes risks must be taken in order to achieve our goals. But risks mean the possibility of failure, scary. I’m not a big risk taker. I don’t play the stock market, I save and I’m content with the slow but sure intrest I receive. I rarely buy lottery tickets but whenever I do, even then I feel like I’ve done a terrible thing. I like my comfort zones. I like knowing what to
expect. Maybe I should take a leap of faith and just quit my job and start from scratch. Ha! In case you’re wondering the picture is of buffalo chicken tenders and fries. Those of you who know me will know that I eat buffalo chicken at least 5 times a week. It is symbolic of my attachment to order and my fear of changing my comfort zones... Even though I’m one of those people who will try anything (food wise) at least once.

Thugs should wear kilts

People really get on my nerves when they are loud for no reason other than to be loud. (tonight it was a group of highschool sophomores, at least that's what they said) Some people for reasons beyond me, feel that its necessary to reward everyone within a mile radius the privilege of hearing every thing they have to say. STOP! Also, I would like to say that little kids that think that they’re thugs bother me a great deal. Is it just me or do all these kids in their gangsta' wear get on your nerves too. I just want to smack them upside their heads. I guess its the style and I’m getting old or something like I swore I never would. I think they should wear other costumes though, like dressing up in samurai gear or perhaps as one of those guys from braveheart. I mean that says 'im tough', right? I’d much rather see a few samaui and kilted folks running around. call me crazy but Wearing your shirt half on and rolling up one of your pants legs just looks ridiculous to me.
Maybe I should start a clothing company and bring the kilt back in style for the american audience. Trust me.

Foursome

At a four way stop (or three way stop) every vehicle must come to a complete stop before proceeding one at a time across the intersection. If two or more vehicles drive up to one of these junctions and stops, then they should proceed in the same order in which they arrived. The first vehicle to arrive is the first to proceed, the second vehicle to arrive is the second to proceed, and so on.
If two vehicles arrive at one of these stops at the same time, then the vehicle on the right has priority. However, most drivers are unaware of this rule, but you are now if you weren't already. So do me a favor next time we're at a 4-way or 3-way stop and follow the rules please. Thanks.

Skulls

First step to self sufficiency... Making resin skulls... And painting them of course.

Inspiration

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Walden

I'm in the process of reading walden. I love it. I want to do it. And I will... Surely.