The hedge at the bottom of the garden

"The mind was primarily concerned, not with measures and locations, but with being and meaning.

And along with indifference to space there went an even more complete indifference to time. "There seems to be plenty of it," was all I would answer, when the investigator asked me to say what I felt about time. Plenty of it, but exactly how much was entirely irrelevant. I could, of course, have looked at my watch; but my watch, I knew, was in another universe. My actual experience had been, was still, of an indefinite duration or alternatively of a perpetual present made up of one continually changing apocalypse."

Aldous Huxley

The Doors of Perception

How the fuck

did i lose my noise-cancelling headphones? FUCK MY LIFE.

Ps:

People never change. Different groups, still plenty of ass.

Books as art

I love this idea. Artist Mike Stilkey does a wonderful job creating visual art from literary art.

Birdland

 

(I think this looks like a tiny city)

I would definitely call today a success. Met up with my wonderful friend Jacob McMenamin and we decided to hit up a bunch of unknown thrift stores in Davie.  As they say, one man's trash is another man's treasure. Unfortunately this did not prove to be true today because we found tons of trash and not enough treasure. On the bright side I found this amazing Weather report record!

It was only $2 and is my favorite album by them.

Following our thrifting extravaganza, we returned to my house to discuss life, the universe, and everything. We went on tangents about Objectivisim, education, and logic versus philosophy. I never leave a conversation with Jacob disappointed.

To quote him, "I had no idea I had so many ideas."

We want our film to be beautiful, not realistic

Doodled this little guy on the back of my essay sheet after my exam today.










"I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book
While trying to restructure my character
Because it had become vile to its creator
And through many dreadful nights
I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of
And waiting for some high times to come again

My mind rejects the frequency
It's static craziness to me
Is it a solar fever?"





Quite amazing. This band inspires me more than anything else lately. I'm trying not to lose my creative eye, hopefully i'll regain it while taking an art class next semester. 


Really want this also. 

We want the funk

I really need to finish Deadeye Dick already. Not my favorite Vonnegut reads thus far, but still good. After all, they can't all be Sirens of Titan (which I must read again, by the way.) I've actually ran out of untouched books in my house. I don't even know what to delve into next. Considering some Douglas Adams...


"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be."


Mr. Adams couldn't have said it any better. This seems to describe my current situation pretty well. Although I haven't expected to end up doing what I am and spending time with new company, I do enjoy it. Its nice to finally meet people who can talk about more than just daily blabber. Its nice to express myself without reservation or censorship. Lets see where this takes me....

Space Walker

Really, really would like to have these shoes.

Let's pretend we don't exist

Simply cannot get enough of this record. The fact that it's on two discs makes it that much better. The personal aspect of actually owning music, placing the needle among the tiny ridges and manual spinning creating sound waves is incredible. I would consider it the purest music listening experience. The Sunlandic Twins initiated a spree of inertia in my life today; I have decided to redecorate my room. Sketched the design now all i need is a few free hours and some dedication. 

Theres just too many nostalgic memories on my wall, many of which don't exist in my life anymore. I used to find joy in looking at these old photos but now the reality of what has happened has taken that joy away from me. Fresh walls with less clutter will definitely help clear my mind. It has been quite a day.

RIP Nena

Ps. meow :3

Sink Down Sink Down

to the bottom of the river
sink down



So heres a few pages from my book, just for fun. Haven't created anything new in a while, so expect more very soon.

This last one is Cortney's beautiful work.

Twenty-Tent

"My thoughts are ripping, twisting, tearing my mind apart"
Big D couldn't have said it any better. With a new year comes new stories 
and I figured what better way to share them than with the entire web? 
To begin with, me and some friends rang in the new year with a camping 
trip. 
I was initially skeptical because this was not my ideal glamorous new years 
celebration but it was quite enjoyable nonetheless. 
With an unconventional celebration came unconventional activities. 
Put it this way: 7 people in a children's tent leads to extremely inebriated 
teenagers. Add a fire, multiple cases of alcohol, sparklers, s'mores, 
cameras and an infinity ball and you've got a pretty accurate summation 
of a new year to come.  
Happy two-thousand and tent!