Archive for March, 2008

Overheard at the Liquor Store

Bimbo to chubby male companions: Which kind of vodka only has 1 carb? Is it Absolut?

Sample Conversation: A Bright Future in Prostitution

Sample Conversation With Drawing Teacher: Him: You graduate in December. So what you gonna do? Me: (hemming and hawing) Him: You want teaching job? Me: I wouldn’t mind one, but my drawing skills are not strong enough. Him: No problem. You don’t need job. You have 8 months. First get divorce. Then you can find [...]

Straight Men Knitting Horror

Nothing’s sexier than a straight man knitting. Where to begin? First of all, God I hope not. How bleak would my dating future be? Imaginary Dating Future Hot Blonde: What do you think about Kevin? Feisty Brunet: Well he doesn’t knit, and he limps. Hot Blonde: Ugh. Second, you have got to be kidding me. [...]

Skeleton

In drawing lately I’ve been increasingly embracing linear qualities rather than building up form with gobs of pastel. Yes, the dark side. I’ve been using ballpoint a lot. I think this one came out well. I don’t really know how accurate it is in terms of number of bones. I’m guess not very.

Poem To A Thesis

Thesis proposal Returned, douched with cryptic scrawl. What now, for God’s sake?

Food

Today the chick magnet Curious George lunchbox actually has lunch in it, instead of just art supplies: It contains a meal that, while dull, is probably an improvement over last night’s dinner, which is definitely a dietary low point: The bananas are only there as part of the still life I’d already set up on [...]

Poem To Saturday Movies

Mad Max has come. But Vile Circumstance and Netflix! Only half of Dune.

A Rant

“What are you going to do when you grow up?” Why do people ask me this question? They always have a little smirk on their face when they ask it. It drives me up the wall. I am grown up. I’m 27 years old, not 15. The correct question is, “What do you plan to [...]

Poem On A Spring Day

This is Discomfort. Static cling in my gym shorts. O, Woe unto me.

Thursday

Meathead at the gym started singing along to Love Song in a loud, wavering, and apparently heartfelt falsetto. I was so surprised I dropped a plate on my left hand, somehow simultaneously giving my ring finger an interesting new squashy texture and my wrist a stiffness that makes me think I’m not going to be [...]

Hardly Economic Freedom

But still a month without cell phone overages. Score!!

The Agony and The Ecstasy- Physicality. A poem.

Oh Bronchial Slime! Breathing gets harder, but the coughing makes great abs

Blade Runner Design Defines Our Times

Frank Lloyd Wright lighting accessories or something. The one on the left is from Deckerd’s apartment in Blade Runner, which is based on a real place, the Ennis-Brown House in LA (designed by Wright). Pretty cool. And now for the Crazy. The house also is visually tied to the Alhambra, which was in all of [...]

Tea Party

Don’t we all love tea? This is set up in an abandoned shop window in downtown Radford. I have mixed feelings. On the one hand- charming, simply charming. On the other, it makes me nervous.

Poem To A Bronchial Infection

O Brutalized Lungs! How can you betray me with Phlegm- and on spring break?