Sometimes I wish I was still young enough to be scene. Instead I am only old enough to think its absurd, yet often times I wonder what'd it be like at this age to suddenly decide you are "this type" of person. In your 20's you're suppose to, for the most part, have that figured out. You are more than likely past those identity phases, where who you ( Read more... )

It is time to rekindle the flame. LiveJournal, you have been a patient, emotional catch all, tirelessly waiting until I was ready, or bored enough to spill my guts to your ever waiting "post an entry" page. I believe our mid-life relationship woes are over. I have time on my hands, so lets give this another shot, what do you say ( Read more... )

Andrew Wyeth died today. Age 91, an american painter. My first favorite and so a memorable occasion. His paintings are so dreary and dead on the surface, but so full of life under that layer. The first Andrew Wyeth painting I ever laid eyes on was one in an encyclopedia of a boy looking out from a doorway. There was something about it, even at a ( Read more... )

These days I have to tell myself over and over to start something without thinking about how it will end. This is a hard thing to do. Sometimes I read the end before the beginning, and I like to know that I tried because I already knew I would succeed. Have a little confidence right ( Read more... )

I have a strange relationship with live journal. I like to visit it often and see where people are in life. What they are up to, ideas, news...etc. But everytime I do it's accompanied with this twinge of guilt, cause well, let's face it, I am not contributing anything to live journal. I take and take and give nothing in return. There I said it ( Read more... )

So these past semesters I have become quite familiar with Indian parties. There is one raging outside my bedroom door as I type. 5 Indian guys dancing in a circle, words cannot do it justice. Strangely enough their drinking songs sound like soundtracks to surf movies... this should be amazing...but really I'm tired and not so appreciative. But one ( Read more... )

My last entry was posted 11 weeks ago. Well, I could go straight into feelings and make any readers of this blog extremely uncomfortable. You just can't do things like that when its been awhile since you've written. It's like seeing a casual friend at the grocery store and when they ask,"how are you"? You respond with, "I've been feeling kind of ( Read more... )

So Andy Warhol's "Liz" painting(or perhaps it's a silkscreen) just sold for 23.7 million. I can't imagine ever getting that much for a piece of art. I guess a previous owner of this piece was Hugh Grant, but he only paid around 5 million for it. I am quite baffled these days at how art sells and how it assumes such diverse pricing. Something you ( Read more... )

It seems seven weeks have gone by since I last posted? Strangely it does feel like that long ago. The best way to get me to update or write long overdue replies is to give me a large assignment, such as the one looming over my head for this weekend. Quite alot of work needing to be done by Tuesday, but instead I decided I really needed to bring ( Read more... )

But see here friend, I had to do it. I couldn’t lie to myself and pretend that all life had for me was the ocean and endless summers with a pack of dogs, hair that tied itself in knots from constant play. My life, the one I chose, has never promised to be as simple as a solid color, as comfortable as cotton. Instead it has been heat waves and ( Read more... )