vaux

what's up brother?

*sniff sniff*

I smell cheese.

-TM

Wooting is Awesome!

Now I want a Tron Hawwaiian Shirt.

Nicely done.

-TM

Shit Doggie! I hope so too. Sometimes I see an eye or two twinkling, though. Like, lately.

Haven't seen it.

-TM

Hi Vaux!
For some odd reason, your journal updates haven't shown up lately (I mean for months, not just the time you were, judging from your recent posts, on a SG hiatus) in the friend's journals-dedicated window, every time I was hitting the "display recent friend's blogs" button, while other friend's journals were showing as usual (a bug in SG coding?)... so I was under the impression you weren't updating...

You just reappeared on my "My SG" page, for some equally odd reason.... so I went back to your blog and read it backwards... lots of entries in a row...

As I stumbled on your March 19, 2008 entry, I felt an uncanny feeling of "wow! I could have written it myself, using the exact same words!"...

I'm at a point where I'm totally clueless about what to do. Not sure at all. I'm killing myself over work that I don't care about, and now I need time to cultivate work that I do give a shit for. How do I buy time? Where does it come from? I was gung-ho a while back for making my work work, but now...christ. I'm exhausted. It's hard to keep it up.

See, my life is project-goal oriented. I finish a project, the goal is reached. I can hit those goals pretty clean, too...especially when the clients are sweethearts.

But when they ain't? It's awful. The project takes forever and suddenly it saps my will to live. Terrible price to be paying for something like artwork, which should be a joy.

So right now, I'm sorta stuck with a bad client. The client just sucks. I won't get into the reasoning at all...there's no real point. But let's just say that they suck total dick (meant in an insulting manner). Hypothetically.

Moments like these, where I'm desperate, broke, feeling very lonely and incredibly run down...see, these are the moments that make me think that I should call it a day, pack it in and get a job somewhere else. I don't even give a shit, at this point. Peace Corps? Take me away. I'm no good here.

On the other hand, I know I can do well. Somehow, anyways. I know I can make books, I know I can produce powerful images...hell, they live in my head and in my sketchbooks. I just gotta nut up and make 'em. But god, the TIME...where the hell is the TIME...


Just so you know... you're not alone!

Wait so you've been here the whole time..................ASS!

This is weird.... Now, on my "My SG" page, where it shows friends' recent journal entries, I see two copies of every one of your journal posts. The magic that they worked has some side effects, it would seem....

Ah yes. The smell that makes me go spend money on food I don't need. Damn that fresh baked smell!

Also, you're alive, that's good.

Yes, I agree. It's definitely about the small things. 'It's' being something very important.

That would be an interesting road trip.

-TM

Well, the SF -> T.O. trip was:

California -> Nevada -> Utah -> Wyoming -> Nebraska -> Iowa -> Illinois -> Indiana -> Michigan -> Ontario

That was mostly along Interstate 80, with a detour in Michigan to cross over into Sarnia, rather than into Windsor, or Niagara Falls. (If I went Niagara Falls, I would've added Ohio, Pennsylvania and New York to my trip.)

All-in-all, it took about 5 days to get across, including stops every night, and you'll definitely want a companion. Switching off driving and having someone to talk to will make it easier, that's for sure.

Here's a site to map out which states you've visited: World 66

here he comes, here comes Speed Racer, he's a demon on wheels!

Screw Neruda all that quiet appreciation, skip right to Rimbaud!.

Whitman is a lover... Rimbaud is what you need when you feel like being inspired by a magnificent bastard.