Category Archives: Talking About Myself

Wake Up and Smell the Coffee

Tempus Fugit. Sorry for the creative block I’ve been stuck under for the last many months! Here is a drawing of the thing I am today (a supervisor who is still getting the hang of supervising!):

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An Update and Some Photos!

Next week I will have lived in the Boston area for a full year! I will have been living in the Real World, away from school and the family for TWO years! I will have had this blog for two years, too.

A lot has changed over the past year! I am now a barista, for instance, which is invigorating, if a little overwhelming for someone who has worked neither retail nor service before. (Spellcheck suggests I replace barista with barrister; I am not a barrister).

I’ve made more friends, and I’ve kept doing theater at a steady rate! I’ve gotten to know this area pretty well, and now that early summer is in full swing, I can almost forgive (an admittedly mild) winter for lasting so long. I’ve learned to play the ukulele adequately! I’ve learned a lot about vegetarian cooking. I’ve learned some Norwegian!

Life is pretty nice, I think, even if I have no vision of myself in 5 years whatsoever–like, not even a glimmer of a hint of what or where I’ll be. Heck–even next year I can only envision where I’ll be because I’ve signed a year-long lease starting in September. On the “Life is pretty nice” side of things, here are three botanical photos I took the other day! I have not really put much of my photography on this blog, as I was REALLY into photography in college, then lost my spare camera battery…but now I own a sweet camera my brother got me, so I should get back on the horse.

I was going to upload a bunch, but maybe I should use a photo website to do that and link it here.

Also here another song I wrote for fun:

Short Term Memory

 

MEAT

MEAT
Yes, Meat.
Meat.
Meat.
Meat.
This is my swansong
(I never even tried swan!)
This is my goodbye.

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Existentialism

Spent all day in bed with food poisoning–finally down to mild nausea, and I am able to draw without feeling dizzy. Score!

Just for fun, a self portrait!

This is me left to my own devices.

What’s YOUR contribution to the suffering (or alleviation thereof) in the world?

What token gestures have YOU made towards self-betterment? (Using fewer paper towels?? Gave a dollar to a busker?? Working out??) I am toying with vegetarianism, personally!

Ultimately, will it be enough?

Have you read any comments on youtube, the news, etc recently? …They can’t ALL be fake!

Mostly, though, I think I can safely determine I am not an autotroph when it comes to emotional energy. In rehearsals, for instance, or when I am with friends, I am ON TOP OF THE WORLD! Biking hard is another quick fix, but it’s always night-time or raining lately. It’s times like the past 3 months that I miss college/high school!

Finally, a little formless poem:

The Boy Downstairs

I hear him through the floor all day
Playing Stairway to Heaven
He’s actually quite good–
Playing one song exclusively will do that.
When his parents go to sleep
He lights up the dankest weed
The smoke floats in through my windows.
Boy downstairs! You’re like fifteen!
How can you even afford this habit???

Chowder

GRAVEWALKING

On my way from the bus-stop, I couldn’t help but notice a couple of stand-out grave markers in the night, amongst the ordinary Fitzpatricks and Lees and Murphys and Smiths and such in the old Catholic cemetery. I felt a little gauche entering the hallowed place with my camera, but no one noticed because there was no one there.

Men linked in eternal rest by their spectacular surnames?

 

The bottom of the stone was all covered in grass, but it turned out to read “O’CONNOR.” I guess it is a little less sad if they have a name, but it is still a sad shared stone. Did they die at the same time? Did one child put this up, or several? So many questions!

To those of you who have requested ponies, I hope to have them done over the weekend!