This past week was surprisingly full for me. My sleep cycle was a bit more normal, and I spent more time on productive things, like moving my office and finally getting around to installing my wireless pci-E card. I also drew a few things. I watched X-men: First Class and Thor, and a few episodes of Inuyasha and Fist of the Northstar. I read a bit of Johnny Wander, some random Dharbin comics, a few of the recent Emitown comics, and discovered The Tiger's Wife via Jen Wang. I also managed to trick myself into getting my car's oil changed.
Besides that it was Father's Day and I am turning 31 next Wednesday. Time to start the week.
Hope everybody had a great weekend. I took a drive today and just aimlessly wandered--I know, a luxury in today's economy what with gas prices still hovering around $4. I' ve been trying to shake off this malaise that's been on me. It struck me that everything I do is sedate, carefully measured, predictable, uninspiring. I have no problem with prudence, but lately I've been needing an adventure, something spontaneous. I need to jump into an open canyon, spread eagle and divebomb the world. I need to brace my feet, then launch into the air and hit the ground the running. It's who I've always been, and it's what I've been missing for quite a while. It's why I feel like progress has eluded me. I'm not fit to stay in one situation for too long. I've got to ride the wind.
I've been meaning to comment on the fact that Youtube flipped the format of user video history and likes. It used to be that you could only see your most recently viewed 100 vids, but you could see an endless list of liked videos. Now my viewing history goes back indefinitely, while videos I liked (aka have archived without having added them permanently to my list of favorites) are limited to the last 100. Ugh. This kind of stuff drives an obsessive archivist crazy.
This weekend everybody was all looney over the moon being a few tens of thousands of miles closer than usual. I mean it only happens every 20 or so years, so probably the last time it happened I was still reading X-men comic books. In print I mean.
So what did I do this weekend? Read a bunch of X-Men comic books? No, it was Avengers which I never really cared too much for back in the day. But now superhero comics for me are archives of the strange bouts of the subconscious, the socio-political climate, and the insecurities and fantasies of its authors. So it's like Epic Verse, Holy Books, and Mythology and it's right here in the making!
Rainy days don't make for productive Sunday Afternoon Noodles. They make for loafing and dreaming about making cookies but not having eggs in the house ergo a deeper conundrum of whether 'tis nobler to suffer the pangs of sorrow of egg-regious misfortune or get up and by getting up commit to doing other things while one is up. There is my weekend in a nutshell. How was yours?
Okay, so because over a hundred years ago people were dying in grisly factory and railroad accidents and unions shut down the country with a bunch of strikes we get a long weekend. You probably more or less knew that. I wish that this weekend would last a bit longer, though. And I hope it wouldn't necessitate going back in time and causing more people to needlessly die in stupid accidents that could have been prevented if greedy industrialists weren't such evil slave drivers. But then again you might say, would we be living in such an advanced society if they hadn't broken the backs of our ancestors? Well isn't that just selfish of us!
So long weekend.
I wish I didn't work the shit day job I do, but who am I to complain while my rent is paid and I have health, vision and dental. I'm living the American scheme. When I was a kid I thought I was talented enough to avoid this troublesome existence, and yet I trudged through that old troublesome existence to march myself through the college-industrial-complex only to end up in a different troublesome existence. Man, it sure is hard to exist.
I think the advent of public admissions to state sponsored colleges and universities must have been to an older generation what the world wide web was to my generation. The horizon must have looked immense for those early college freshmen. And now with the web, the generation immediately behind me must feel compelled to try their luck at internet celebrity and entrepreneurship while quietly going through the motions of college. But in the end it all boils down to the same thing--finding a route to wealth and continued existence. The concept of pulling oneself up by the bootstraps ever the more illusive.
So happy labor day people.
This weekend I learned a few things: 1) I am the best at making boxed mac & cheese 2) I am only okay at playing the guitar 3) I like ice cream a whole lot more than getting off my ass and being in public.
I drew some things, but as usual I am too lazy or to encumbered to get my scanner working and post them somewhere. So internet celebrity remains illusive. Also money.
If you send me a donation and a picture of yourself I'll draw you, or maybe even make something neat with your image like a book of stamps or a t-shirt. Make me an offer I can't refuse.
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