![[count the ways.]](http://2.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksm7vj1Q4d1qz7semo1_400.jpg)
[count the ways.]
rollertrain
RIP, pretty young thing.
Maxxipad ensemble.
(danks for the pic, rachael and seabrook!)
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Buffy, Season 6, Episode 7, Overture: Once More, with Feeling
156 or 4500 days since the series ended. Got the whole soundtrack. Holler if you’d like all the old-school MP3’s.
[aside: true blood, twilight, what? i’m old.]
“ It could go either way… Civilization is over. Our culture is bankrupt. These people’s priorities are fucked. I hate ‘em all. That’s one notch away from Oh, look at all of us. We’re lost here. We’re sad, tragic animals. We did the best we could, but it wasn’t enough, and it got away from us. And we’re all in this very sad, tragic place trying to coexist on this planet that is just hurling through space without a hope in the fucking world.
Marc Maron, WTF #16
Navy Nurse Grammaw: Beat it like you beat the rest of it.
the body is nothing more than a series of events - 18 X 24” india ink on paper
![Fart School Update #0H 7H3 P41N
Midterm hell week turned into Midterm hell 5+ weeks. I scored my second and third B’s (photography, Renaissance art history, sigh), which will take a lot of work to maintain my beloved 4.0.
Some friends and a couple of total strangers have mentioned how much they envy this whole art skool deal, especially when I get bitchy about not making straight A-holes or complain about having to actually study or do homework and all that shit most of us did more than a decade ago. Here yee:
1. The agreement made between Matt and me, back in early 2007, back before the money bubble busted, was this: He (and a fair chunk of our respective savings) would become the breadwinner, and I would maintain a 4.0 no matter what.
2. Failure to maintain my end of this agreement means no more art skool. That’s why B grades suck so hard. At least F’s mean you don’t give a fuck.
3. When you’re in your mid-30’s, your brain isn’t as flexible as it used to be back when all you fed it was booze, music, drugs, sex and a steady income.
4. I’m in an unusual position at NCCU. This is both my junior and senior year. Trying to knock out art school in three semesters isn’t the easiest task. Try it some time.
5. The financial stresses of the last three years haven’t been easy, and that’s the massive sugar-coated version. Money issues have been particularly hard on Matt, who manages to keep finding clients and work. Every morning, no matter what he has dealt with the previous day or during the night, he wakes up in a good mood. This is a dude who runs his own business in a really shitty market.
6. Matthew, I love you, and cannot wait until - - -
7. Once I’m grajumated, it’s *finally* Matt’s turn to pursue his own goals. This has been a very long time coming, and he’s stoked. He’s also a little worried, because - - -
8. Figuring out how I’m going to pay off loans, pay bills, find more pay-gig work, decide what kind of art-making I’m going to pursue, how to financially benefit from that work, and continue the selfish pursuit of happiness weigh more on one’s mind than most of the southern folks at the human feeding trough that is Golden Corral.
9. When the art skool gig is done, we also have to sell this house and move, most likely, all the way across the country.
[aside: we’ve been in the south, more or less, since 1992. it’s 2009. we’re ready to leave the lovely state of north carolina to be closer to family and friends. there’s a good chance we won’t even bother selling the house, since the market still sucks. but either way, and as much as i have always loved the south, it’s time to move.]
10. If you haven’t already, don’t buy a house because you think it makes you a grown-up. Buy a house because it’s a home located in a place that you love and want to raise babies in and shit.
11. All said, these last years have been the best and toughest of my life. I’d argue that Matt would agree when it comes to his life, which is more interesting than mine will ever be.
12. God, dear god, there are so many details that want to come out, but cannot, because that’s the way these things go.
And next semester is gonna be much more difficult. Figure drawing at Duke is gonna be 150% more difficult. I can’t wait.
Denial is God. Apologies for the ill-composed post. Lesson? The risk is always worth it.](http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks5kpgKuwz1qz7semo1_400.jpg)
Fart School Update #0H 7H3 P41N
Midterm hell week turned into Midterm hell 5+ weeks. I scored my second and third B’s (photography, Renaissance art history, sigh), which will take a lot of work to maintain my beloved 4.0.
Some friends and a couple of total strangers have mentioned how much they envy this whole art skool deal, especially when I get bitchy about not making straight A-holes or complain about having to actually study or do homework and all that shit most of us did more than a decade ago. Here yee:
1. The agreement made between Matt and me, back in early 2007, back before the money bubble busted, was this: He (and a fair chunk of our respective savings) would become the breadwinner, and I would maintain a 4.0 no matter what.
2. Failure to maintain my end of this agreement means no more art skool. That’s why B grades suck so hard. At least F’s mean you don’t give a fuck.
3. When you’re in your mid-30’s, your brain isn’t as flexible as it used to be back when all you fed it was booze, music, drugs, sex and a steady income.
4. I’m in an unusual position at NCCU. This is both my junior and senior year. Trying to knock out art school in three semesters isn’t the easiest task. Try it some time.
5. The financial stresses of the last three years haven’t been easy, and that’s the massive sugar-coated version. Money issues have been particularly hard on Matt, who manages to keep finding clients and work. Every morning, no matter what he has dealt with the previous day or during the night, he wakes up in a good mood. This is a dude who runs his own business in a really shitty market.
6. Matthew, I love you, and cannot wait until - - -
7. Once I’m grajumated, it’s *finally* Matt’s turn to pursue his own goals. This has been a very long time coming, and he’s stoked. He’s also a little worried, because - - -
8. Figuring out how I’m going to pay off loans, pay bills, find more pay-gig work, decide what kind of art-making I’m going to pursue, how to financially benefit from that work, and continue the selfish pursuit of happiness weigh more on one’s mind than most of the southern folks at the human feeding trough that is Golden Corral.
9. When the art skool gig is done, we also have to sell this house and move, most likely, all the way across the country.
[aside: we’ve been in the south, more or less, since 1992. it’s 2009. we’re ready to leave the lovely state of north carolina to be closer to family and friends. there’s a good chance we won’t even bother selling the house, since the market still sucks. but either way, and as much as i have always loved the south, it’s time to move.]
10. If you haven’t already, don’t buy a house because you think it makes you a grown-up. Buy a house because it’s a home located in a place that you love and want to raise babies in and shit.
11. All said, these last years have been the best and toughest of my life. I’d argue that Matt would agree when it comes to his life, which is more interesting than mine will ever be.
12. God, dear god, there are so many details that want to come out, but cannot, because that’s the way these things go.
And next semester is gonna be much more difficult. Figure drawing at Duke is gonna be 150% more difficult. I can’t wait.
Denial is God. Apologies for the ill-composed post. Lesson? The risk is always worth it.
