As a fun procrastination activity, I took pictures of pictures in my sketchbook using a webcam so they can be shitty twice! Now I'm posting them on livejournal because that's what all the art whores do, right?

( Sketchy Sketches )

(I'm going to boldly ignore my total absence from live journal for the last semester and a half and write an entry that will likely be followed by still more absence ( Read more... )

While I drank sangria at a party last Friday, David Foster Wallace hanged himself. Well, fuck.

Warchild, dance the days and dance the nights away.

The circle of ash that surrounded me on Commons's porch today looked like some sort of ritual component.

Nothing to be done.

I am welted, scratched, and burned. It fills me with a general sense that I am ( Read more... )

I feel like I should write an entry so you all know I'm alive and well (much more so than is normal, on both counts). Reed is fan-fucking-tastic. The people, the atmosphere, and the overall attitude is really good for me. I start classes tomorrow, so we'll see how that goes, but I have justifiably high hopes ( Read more... )

I was in Beachwood today to see Dr. Warren.  I spent a few hours after that at Borders looking at books and reading.  I am going to break my bank if I keep going to bookstores.  I obtained Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis, Ada, or Ardour by Vladimir Nabokov, On Formally Undecidable Propositions Of Principia Mathematica And Related Systems by ( Read more... )

I went out this evening alone, since my parents are both out of town. I've discovered that going out for an evening alone is infinitely better than going out with other people. Perhaps this evening was particularly good ( Read more... )

I'm a bit of a hypocrite.  I know.  I spend all my time denouncing sentimentality and sincerity, and yet I myself am a devoted romantic, in a strange sort of way.  I'm not talking flowers-and-chocolate romantic (unless it's tongue-in-cheek somehow), because that's unoriginal and dull.  I guess I'm what you might think of as a pessimistic idealist ( Read more... )

49 player PTQs make me sad.  Things went fine, but turnout like that is just frowns.  At least 3 of the top 4 (and I'm pretty sure it was all 4) were running on less than 2 hours sleep each.  There were a couple of amusing mistakes.  Ari Lax took game one of the final match against John Gapenski with a critical Spectral Procession, which John ( Read more... )

I finally got a clinic appointment yesterday. Rome got ahold of someone with a brain who said, "They told you what? That's ridiculous." Thus, today I drove into Cleveland for my stim test. I'll hear about the results once the lab has processed them and Rome has seen them. It was actually a rather interesting Clinic Day. I finally got out of ( Read more... )

I'm starting to recognize this summer's regulars at Java Zone. You know, the people who sit for hours with their laptop, notepad, or book. The ones who appear to be waiting for someone that never arrives. Yeah, I know them.

And I do not know them. We never speak. We both sit there, letting the summer waste itself without changing. It's a ( Read more... )