March 2012
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Moments
Sometimes I’d like to capture significant moments in a jar and keep them for forever, but they must be released back into the universe to become someone else’s for a moment.
February 2012
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“We can never go home, we no longer have one…”
“I hated school. I hated work. I hated boredom. I had no interest. I had a happy...”
– Anonymous, Manifesto. (via ruineshumaines)
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Passive aggressive people bother me. If you have nothing nice to say, just keep your mouth shut.
Or if you must say it, just say it. Don’t do this whole gross, dishonest thing where you state what you think and then back off because you don’t want to take responsibility for your own words and how they affect people.
It’s sad that my phone gets better tumblr reception than my computer does.
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January 2012
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Who Are You?
What kind of artist are you? Are you the kind that goes with the flow? Are you a traditionalist, or do you like to test boundaries and fight societal norms? Are you a rebel?
Who are you? Are you defined by what you create? Do you become what you imagine?
Or does it become you?
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Aristotle
We must remember that Aristotle, Socrates, Leonardo DaVinci, George Washington, and Benjamin Franklin were first philosophers, thinkers, dreamers, and artists before they were men of science. Man is not comprised of only one thing. Man is comprised of many things which build them into great men worthy of record.
December 2011
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The Holidays Suck
Today is one of those days where all I want to do is curl up in bed and go back to sleep. This day holds the promise of snow and cold weather, encouraging me to hibernate like a bear. If only I could…
Instead I sit in my office at work, staring at a computer screen and typing useless numbers. I wonder if anyone will ever look at my data. Is t his just futile monotany?
At least I look...
November 2011
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Trick-Or-Treat?
The evening begins with a frantic drive down crowded, rush-hour Wadsworth. People are changing lanes like crazy, nearly taking out other drivers as they try, in vain, to merge right across three lanes of traffic to get to the interstate on-ramp that they thought they had to make a left turn onto. Why, you may ask, am I on this road? I have to get to Sus’ sister’s house to pick up...
October 2011
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I’m sitting on the couch, minding my own business, just creating away in Photoshop and then my phone rings. It’s Sus. A local animal shelter is doing a deal on kittens. Buy one kitten at $50 and get the second one free.
How delightfully random. And awful. I love kittens, don’t get me wrong, and I want those homeless kitties to find their forever homes, but having a bogo sale on...
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