Thursday, July 31, 2008

Just a little something

I hope everyone is having a beautiful day. I am sadly saying goodbye to two friends at work who are moving on to greener pastures in Pennsylvania and Lyon, France. I will miss them, but I hope to celebrate what they mean to me throughout the day today over lunch and happy hour following.

Write more soon.

Your Unfaithful Servant

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Half-Blood Post

http://www.mtv.com/movies/news/articles/1591779/20080729/story.jhtml

New Potter trailer! 'Nuf said.

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I think I might start posting occasional observational comics, crudely drawn, of course. Again, in the interest of getting something out of myself creatively.

Of course I should be writing songs, but beggars can't be choosers. I am not sure what the block has been in terms of my songwriting since being here, but I know I did write quite a bit while I was visiting my parents. Even in the past, it was concerts that made me finish new songs.

It's like being back in college: final exam tomorrow -- time to study. It is so frustrating that my self-discipline is in such a fragile state. The blog is part of rehab. Methadone for the creative soul.

Just checking in.

Your Unfaithful Servant

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

A year and five days

It has been slightly longer than a year since I last posted. Hard to believe. I have undoubtedly placed too much pressure on myself when it comes to this blog. So, I am going to make an effort to just put something up here each day. One word a day at least (realistically every few days).

I read an interview with Jeff Smith (of Bone fame) yesterday. Reading about his creative process and relative success left me wanting. I came away from the article with a sense of the depth of my creative constipation. I need a glycerin suppository for the creative mind. The blog is just an attempt to get something out of myself. Maybe I can say something amusing or make a cogent point now and then.

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I changed my desktop picture to a lol-dog pug dressed up like Batman. One lip slightly upturned to reveal a few teeth. Head cocked slightly sideways. Teary eyes reflecting the overcast sky above the park to which he has undoubtedly been dragged for display to snickering canus domesticus from the neighborhood whose mothers only made them wear t-shirts or leashes. In other words, the face of pure incredulity: "Why, mom, why have you put this costume on me and paraded me in front of my friends?"

This desktop image will not change soon...

Unfaithfully yours, as always.