blind bed

Greetings. I'm currently floatiny bedo. Blind typing again. Will the wireless signal make it through the wall? I hope so.I've noticed something recently. When I work really hard on animation, and focus, .. and if it's been a few hours, I start to hear things in my head. Nothing from me, but its quiet, faint and sometimes turns out to be advertisements. Sometimes real ads, sometimes made up ones. It's an automatic flow. It's eerie to listen to. The feeling of tapping into, instead of creating..

The current title photo is a shot taken during a power outage on my block, well, more my whole neighborhood. It was great. I mean, it scared the crap out of jess and I, because there was a huge boom at the city light place (across the street from us). Jess screamed and slutched for me. The lights were out. I remembered where a flashlight was. Grabbed it. Lit candles. It was fun. Fun fun. Unusual. Interuptions are good. Excuses to detour.

I'm lying here with my eyes closed. I zoned out for a while. It is late. Jess is snoring in a lovely way.

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Now back at the computer. It worked again! Wow, I'm impressed with this wireless keyboard. I'm leaving the misspellings and errors above.

You Cried Me

I made a music video. It's for Jookabox's newest album Dead Zone Boys. The song is called "You Cried Me." It's a great song, and great album as well. Check it out.



I animated the video entirely in flash with my wacom tablet. Jessica assisted me with visuals and ideas. This usually consisted of me turning around and saying "Jessica, can I get your opinion about this?" Some of her responses included "His heads too fat." or "Leave it be-- I think you're overthinking it."

I'm excited about it and hope this is a kickoff to more animation and storytelling.

Blind Wondering

Believe it or not, but I am in my living room. I'm typing this with a wireless keyboard. I can't sese the screen. I honestl don't know if this is evenven being typed. The wirelesss. Hmmmm. I can't really delete things that weren't working out. I have to just go with what's here. Candid.

I find blindness intriguing. I guess it's a good way to interrupt any . I just throught so long that I forgot where i left off. What I meant was that blinding yourself makes yyou. It's vulnerable. All the "togetherness" , or image of togetherness is put aside.

Typing with a a screen keeps your mind refreshed on what you've already said. What would the effect of always doing it this way? Is it good for the mind? Would it improve my memory?

I still don't know if any of this has gone through. A part of me is scared--that this is all in vanin vain.. Who cares. It was my birthday yesterday. I'm 25. I feel just the same as I've always been. I hear people ask "--or, nevermind, I heard people SAY "Gosh, I'm [age], I'm so old." I don't feel old yet. I just feel current.

I'm going to go check now.

Holy smokes, it worked. Ha ha, I didn't write as much as I thought I had.

Octobrrrrr

The above is a still from a new animation project I'm working on. It should be done in a few weeks. It's a music video.

The air is cold. It's Fall. My birthday is coming up on the 7th... feeling cozy.

I've been reading the book of Luke. If you've ever wanted a straight-forward look at who Jesus is, I recommend it.

I'm thankful for the mercy of the vinedresser in this parable from Luke 13:

And he told this parable: "A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard, and he came seeking fruit on it and found none. And he said to the vinedresser, 'Look, for three years now I have come seeking fruit on this fig tree, and I find none. Cut it down. Why should it use up the ground?' And he answered him, 'Sir, let it alone this year also, until I dig around it and put on manure. Then if it should bear fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.'"

Color

I've been experimenting with coloring my drawings.

Want to have a cup of coffee?

The above drawing, or at least the right side of it, was inspired by a guy I met on the street yesterday named Kirk. I'm happy about it. I forgot how weighty true character is. I had lost faith in them for some time.

I've been doing a lot of reading lately. I'm reading Embracing the Wide Sky by Daniel Tammet. It's blowing my mind.

Lots of my personal projects are piling up. I need to improve, or acquire, time management skills.

Just got back from Boston. It was good to see "old" friends. Old, because they're friends from college, but not detached. I'm excited that our bonds haven't weakened, even though we see each other about once or twice a year.

I've been struggling with a condition for the past 10 months. I'm not quite ready to share it with the world, except for the fact that it's improving.

Heat Is A Thief

Just in case you're not from Seattle, you ought to know that we just escaped a heat wave. Of course there are hotter places on earth, but Seattle is never prepared for any kind of extreme weather. Wednesday was 103 degrees and I had no sanctuary of cold, cool air. Work and home were both furnaces. My only relief was going to Green Lake after work with my friend Tim and Jessica, and Jessica. The above photo was taken by Tim.

The photo is a pretty good expression of what the heat was doing to me. I'd been having a very hard time thinking. Everything was off balance and difficult.

It was so hot in our apartment that I couldn't use my computer. It automatically shut off to prevent over-heating. Work was sluggish. Nothing seemed worth doing.

But it's in the 70s and 80s today. It's over. Yay. Suddenly I have this burst of motivation to do things!