tufk1d

in attempting to define my own personhood, i have followed many trends throughout my life. it is my hope that my own accumulation of cultural materialism and ethos which help establish my own caricature. i'm old enough to not try to so hard to display my feathers and jaded enough to know that the true merit of character has little to do with how one appears. most people are too worried about how they appear to worry about how you appear, and yet we all get stuck in a vortex of doubt that our mediocrity is too pervasive.

at times, this worry overwhelms me and pushes me to try harder, not for competition - but to rather better myself...so that that particular individual would accept me, if i ever met them. many of those individuals are within the links to the left...yea, right over there. (that would have confused my girls - hahaha - left or right, daddy? which is often followed by an uproar of my laughter, because i'm thinking how correct they are to ask that question)

but at this point in my l1fe, i've not quite beaten mediocrity and i have a living evidence of proof, because eugene hutz is alive and well and i'm going to see him tomorrow night at the showbox sodo. i can't believe my affluent fortune that has allowed me to witness this greatness. prepared to be updated, fuck-Os!!! truly the greatest living force of punk rock in the last 25 years, he emodies the cultural evolution of punk rock. (but i swear by this, if that mutherfucker turns to heroin - game over.) he does political punk better then jello. he does acerbic humorous punk better than dead milkmen. he is more of a musician than the pixies. he is more of a philosopher than rollins. he's more energetic than iggy. he's no el duce or gg, but thank the Ethereal Madness for that. and to top it off, he's got dancers. and if you were into marketing, he actually has a purchasable marketable uniform, which i'm sure the kids will be adorned with tomorrow evening.

but like i said, if he goes to heroin - that's it!! humanity will have lost one more hopeful idealist!

title: tat2s - not just for whores and sailors
medium: prismacolor eraseable pencils, sketching on the bus, and then used an extra fine sharpie pen and inked it on the bus
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confused...lost...scared & angry.

this is how my wife describes me as i wake up - she says that for the first 15 minutes of the day, those looks are all combined into my morning face. oddly enough, i don't feel like that in the morning - it just that waking up is hard to do. but that's prolly because going to sleep is even harder.

so because i'm a cheap bastard - i got a cheap sketchbook and the paper is too small and the quality sucks - it's like computer paper. but at least, i had $5 to buy that POS sketchbook - times have been worse and they're only getting better. maybe one day i can afford bristol paper, but that will prolly be a long way off.

here's what i did today - inked this on the bus, it's not great, it would've been better had i just inked it sitting in a motionless chair, but where's the fun in that?!? besides inking on the bus, even with the little screw-ups, make me think that i'm learning more control of my pens, so hopefully that's fucking true - but yea, we'll see.

title: inked geisha
medium: prismacolor eraseable pencils, sketching on the bus, and then used an extra fine sharpie pen and inked it on the bus
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