I thought about somehow combining all of the possible journals. Writing in my live journal, and then just posting it wherever a journal is required.
But I dont think that is going to work. The code here is that "other code", the code I recognize from the Photobucket code, the code they give you a choice of cutting and pasting.
I posted up a picture to a tattoo album I created here. It is a pic from my webcam, taken in the old room. The Old Room, what is the old room you say?
Being that the LJ and the SGJ will be seperate, let me craft an introduction here, perhaps something a bit more than the profile can tell...for those that care at all to be curious I write this.
My name is Mark Sunshine. I am an artist and musician, 38. I was born in Manhattan in 1967 and was immediately adopted into the Sunshine family of Bklyn NY. I grew up in Brooklyn until late 1975.
After Brooklyn it was Jersey.
Oh I recall not wanting to leave Brooklyn, but I was 8. I had no choice.
During my first period in NJ I met
Paul Komoda and we are still friends. That feels great to say you have maintained a friendship with someone even through troubling times.
After high school I went to college at the School of Visual Arts. And after college I was aimless, confused, drunk and drugged. I talked a lot of shit and in retrospect, did VERY little. The two good things that came out of this period were. 1.) I did not lose my interest in art and 2.) I taught myself how to express myself musically, concentrating mainly on my voice.
I lived forever with my folks, stayed with friends, lived with girlfriends all that tired shit. Now I am living in the home of some good friends after my last girlfriend became disenchanted with the life we had led for 2 years together by the beach and by the goddamned train.
I work a standard non-art-related job now and that -- I wanna say it kills me but that sounds so dramatic, like something I would have written when I was 22. I don't like the job that I have right now purely because it does not pay enough cash. The place is full of stories, a lot of which are at my live journal
The Job is not at all a good use of my energy. I only took it for I was sure I had to. I am working at becoming more solvent, obtaining a modicum of credit and for the first time in my life taking some responsibility for myself and ...and my art.
OK enough of this shit. I need coffee. I bought a cup on the way home and promptly dropped it right on the groun of the parking lot of Quick Chek.
But I dont think that is going to work. The code here is that "other code", the code I recognize from the Photobucket code, the code they give you a choice of cutting and pasting.
I posted up a picture to a tattoo album I created here. It is a pic from my webcam, taken in the old room. The Old Room, what is the old room you say?
Being that the LJ and the SGJ will be seperate, let me craft an introduction here, perhaps something a bit more than the profile can tell...for those that care at all to be curious I write this.
My name is Mark Sunshine. I am an artist and musician, 38. I was born in Manhattan in 1967 and was immediately adopted into the Sunshine family of Bklyn NY. I grew up in Brooklyn until late 1975.
After Brooklyn it was Jersey.
Oh I recall not wanting to leave Brooklyn, but I was 8. I had no choice.
During my first period in NJ I met
Paul Komoda and we are still friends. That feels great to say you have maintained a friendship with someone even through troubling times.
After high school I went to college at the School of Visual Arts. And after college I was aimless, confused, drunk and drugged. I talked a lot of shit and in retrospect, did VERY little. The two good things that came out of this period were. 1.) I did not lose my interest in art and 2.) I taught myself how to express myself musically, concentrating mainly on my voice.
I lived forever with my folks, stayed with friends, lived with girlfriends all that tired shit. Now I am living in the home of some good friends after my last girlfriend became disenchanted with the life we had led for 2 years together by the beach and by the goddamned train.
I work a standard non-art-related job now and that -- I wanna say it kills me but that sounds so dramatic, like something I would have written when I was 22. I don't like the job that I have right now purely because it does not pay enough cash. The place is full of stories, a lot of which are at my live journal
The Job is not at all a good use of my energy. I only took it for I was sure I had to. I am working at becoming more solvent, obtaining a modicum of credit and for the first time in my life taking some responsibility for myself and ...and my art.
OK enough of this shit. I need coffee. I bought a cup on the way home and promptly dropped it right on the groun of the parking lot of Quick Chek.