102 Posts

So, I had always meant to make my 100th post an update on my leaving facebook experiment. Even though blogger keeps track for me, somehow here we are on blog entry 103. Oops. I always tend to over shoot things. Ah well, I'm sure there's a counting system out there somewhere that makes this post a significant number of some sort.

When I started this blog, I wasn't exactly sure what it was going to be about. Turns out I'm still not sure what this is about. My posts are all over the place. Maybe that's okay. I'm kinda all over the place (figuratively and literally since I started Wednesday adventures...)

It has been a great motivational tool. I am having my most successful stab at keeping a webcomic since I originally had that dream of running a webcomic. It only took 7 tries to get one that has a marginal success rate (success, in this case, meaning has updated more than once). A lot of that is thanks to this blog. Readers are like observers and science shows people are more productive when they know they are being watched.

I've also managed to strengthen a lot of friendships since leaving facebook, as I was hoping. Sure, I've completely lost contact with A LOT of people, but as it turns out...I did not really care what they were having for breakfast or if they were skipping class that day. Having actual discussions with people, over the phone, via e-mail, with the good ol' USPS has also helped my art. Since we are much less likely to give limited 150 character blurb-ette of our lives, I've gotten into some deep discussions on philosophy and life with people whose ideas I respect and that always gives me something to paint about.

Contact in the physical world with other people has gone up too. Since quitting facebook, I made a new best friend. I haven't had a best friend since middle school, and had no idea how much I missed the awesomeness of best-frienditude. We've even had a slumber party. It was totally tubular.

Anyone want to guess who's been on my mind? Anyone?

In conclusion, quitting facebook is one of the greatest things I have done for myself in the last year. I am still never going back.

I just so happen to have a photo of the EXACT conversation that lead to me quitting facebook.

A War in the Stars

I've been working on a concept for disposable art. Rather, recyclable art. I've not gotten much beyond this:

If you can't figure out the theme, you are obviously not American. Or I'm a terrible artist. One of the two.

Any way, the idea is to create art that is relatively inexpensive and disposable. Because how many toxic oil paintings do we really need persisting in the world? I mean, yeah, we could probably learn from a few more DaVincis, but for most artists, well. We're probably not all going to make a cultural impact, which means in the grand scheme of history, we're just creating a lot of garbage.

Which bothers me like a fly that won't land when I'm trying to sleep.

Joyce Kilmer: Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

 

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

 

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,   
But only God can make a tree.

IT'S ALIIIIIIIVE!!!

 

After a few months of tech problems, Legend of Helga updates again!

In other tech news: I got my computer from a lump of metal that doesn't work to a lump of metal that turns on and then doesn't work. Progress. Slow, inevitable progress.

Where Google Maps Can't Find Me

I, for the life of me, can't figure out what sort of vehicle this was

I drove across this...

...this "bridge" twice.

I made a boat.

It floats.

No matter how far away you think you are...

Someone was there first.

A Day in Pictures

Coffee Cans and Broken Microwaves. All your abandoned shack needs.

I thought only one wall was standing. Then I realized it was the roof.

It was too cold.