It's been a while, but the truth is I need the practice writing. What good is communication if just a series of twitty tweets, floating in and out the ears at a rapid pace, making every word and every part of reading a more forgettable process than it already is? Is it just that we despise reading so much that we've become hell-bent to make it as useless as possible? I treat my discarded napkins with more respect than I do my own thoughts these days.
1. LA ART SCENE
With the return of Four Larks I began perking up my ears out of the quicksand for a moment. While the "how" was all quite wonderful, the "what" struck me more. I've never felt so excited to get defeated facing my own demons yet again. How many times do I have to face them before I, you know, conquer one or two of them? Or at least face-sit on them for a few moments? I don't know, the opera didn't tell me. The players just told me it was worth trying, even though my stats are not so great. If I were an X-Man, I'd be Jubilee, if you know what I'm saying. Yeah. The one with the gum.
I did note, whilst wallowing in my own sense of failure, that baby goats are very cute, and that they fall over and over and can't walk and that is why they are cute. Perhaps someone will find me cute.
I had a profoundly good time at the Juxtapoz anniversary show. Jeff Ramirez was there and his painting of his girlfriend was touching in the same way a really good, like, REALLY good 90s hip hop album with great lyrics might make you cry if your roommate wasn't around for you to be embarrassed by your lack of affectation. It was so funky-fresh and fun to look at yet lovingly made by a really truly deeply talented person who clearly loves his subjects. I am continually impressed by this dude, and impressed by how I feel when I see his work. I'm able to shut down that barking bitch inside and just enjoy the talent.
Other than that I am not impressed by other art including my own. Sharpening my teeth against my own teeth has made the whole set, top and bottom alike, rather dull.
2. MY LIFE
My life is again in flux, which is when I either thrive or dive.
I was hoping this round would be a "thriver," but my brain is getting out the scuba equipment and I am opening my eyes and hey, how did I get on a boat in the middle of the ocean and why is someone pushing me off the ledge? I do not have a choice in the matter but I hear there are really weird and scary creatures at the bottom, so I may as well regulate my oxygen and hope for the best. My saving grace on this dive is not my fearlessness, which honestly gets me into more trouble than it is worth, but my curiosity. I do not want to die because a giant squid is snacking on me, but it's a more interesting way to go than high cholesterol. You're still following my metaphors, right?
It is no longer acceptable in society/ the internet (a now conflated thing) to admit you're not feeling fabulous each and every second. I wonder if anyone else mourns that we cannot express the full range of human emotion anymore without others cringing on our behalf. I'm guessing you're cringing right about now.
3. TRASH
Here is the following trash I like.
1. Naeem Khan, an Indian fashion designer.
2. Alaskan Bush People, a fascinating group of intelligent hillbillies in pursuit of real and total freedom.
3. Games that rely on mathematics.
4. Sprinting on a treadmill until I can barely breath, resting, and doing it again.
5. Pasta.
6. Mixing stuff with Tahini and seeing if it tastes good.
7. HBO show creators talking about their episodes.
8. Reading about John Smith (it never gets old).
9. Figuring out if taking Sudafed when I don't need it is a good idea because it makes me a bit more focused.
10. Reading negative reviews of television shows I haven't seen.
11. Looking at my shoes and thinking of places that would be fun to walk around with those shoes on at. I'm pretty sure there is nothing grammatically correct about that last sentence.
4. QUESTIONS
1. Is there a "Vitamin Fun?" If not, why did I eat multicolored sprinkles for dinner?
2. What is Durum Wheat? What makes wheat go Durum? Is it lust for power or fame or a desire to visit Italy?
