Damp to touch

Let's beat the dead horse, shall we? It's FUCKING SWELTERING. UUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHH! The air feels like goddamned jelly. And not the good jelly. The gross flavourless shit they use to make halo-halo. I'm currently suffering from mild heat-induced insomniac hallucinations. Are oil paints supposed to slither on their own like that? What? What what? Ahoy hoy here!

On the bright side, I'm currently unemployed. Which isn't a great bright side because I do like to eat occasionally, but it's a bright side because I'm happier, nicer, slightly healthier (coffee...you are the secret gay sex to my Evangelical minister) and much more productive in terms of the thinking and the creating and the general art-ing that I've been meaning to do for the past four years but has sort of gotten sidetracked in favour of film school. You'd think film school would lend itself well to making art...for me, it was just incentive to abuse substances like all get-out. Which isn't as great to the artist's life as you might think.

So I'm painting. Huzzah! And I'm writing. Hooray! And I'm reading and listening and watching and observing and thinking and it feels...fabulous. No. It feels...liberating. I've been thinking a lot about self-determinism lately and I enjoy deciding my own fate. I think I used to be the type to fizzle in the face of too many options, and sometimes I will slip back into that mode, but now everything seems like an adventure into which I'm willing to lose myself. It's great. I hope it lasts. You'll be the first to hear if it doesn't (knock wood).

I'm currently working on another blog-type endeavour that I won't reveal until it's got more of a generous back-catalogue. I'm excited. It's a smallish project, a mere digestive biscuit of a snackum, but I like it. It's one of those no-pressure little things that I used to do in high school to avoid doing my homework. Those projects are always the most interesting because they're always so unpredictable. Look at Lost in Translation. Look at Chungking Express.

Well, off we go. Wish me luck? No, that'll jinx it.

Yours,

I

If I were a podcast, I would be...Culinary Advice for Out-of-Work Stoners