Beach day

Today was nice and relaxing. Well, for the most part. I have a unconditional anxiousness about me; consequently, actual relaxation is rare.

Nothing much to write about. I'm tired.

I got...

a fucking speeding ticket today. I suppose these things are inevitable.

Drinky Crow is on.

I want to build a monome. I need to buy a MIDI keyboard. Too bad $250 of my dollars will be given to the Sheriff's department this month.

Here are two pictures from today. I'm trying to do at least two a day.

You can't...

force inspiration. One can possess all the creativity in the world, but creativity without inspiration is like an engine without fuel.

I guess I'm out of fuel.

I did some mellow shots today.





I wonder what the general population of Parrish thought when they witnessed some hippie kid walking around in barbed wire and bushes with a industrial sized camera in his hand.

"The queer-o-sexuals are invading!"

I have another Ringling shoot this Wednesday; I'm stoked.

About the inspiration thing, since Saturday I haven't been able to mix any music. I'm just not satisfied with what's being produced. I think I need to venture back to basics.

...to be continued. (12:27am 02/24/09)


...continued (12:34am 02/24/09)

I've got it.



Citing Spaced, season two: episode two.

I really am turning into Brian. You would have to watch the series to understand, but basically Brian is the starving modern artist of the flat.

Here, watch from 1:43 until the end of the scene. You'll get it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTNzoov1MVg

Bastard wouldn't let me embed it.

I went...

to Oddity tattoos last night. Awesome shop. Awesome Artists. Best tattoo shop in all of Sarasota, in my opinion.

As it turns out, I'm going to be a Seminole. The suspense is over, well, at least for my Mother. She's more excited than anybody, which is awesome. I've got most of my Summer fees paid and literally all I have to do is pass this semester at MCC. That's kind of a bitch though, because my Philosophy Professor is too Philosophical to give dates for anything. It makes the class like a game of academic russian roulette.

Hybrid Moments by The Misfits themed my day. Go listen.

Ultra Mega...

Sick

This blows harder than TicketMaster.
I've got some kind of sore-throat-headcold.

If I try to walk around I'm all dizzy, and when I swallow it feels like my esophagus is made out of concrete and sandpaper.
I've slept for about 48 hours. I woke up about an hour ago and can't seem to get back to sleep.

I've been listening to the White Town single "Your Woman" for several hours. It never gets old.



New pics coming soon.

Totally...

awesome.

During one of my television induced Insomnia episodes this week, I found inspiration.

I've wanted a "chest-piece" tattoo since I was younger, and I finally found what can go right at the crest.



Drinky Crow, from the Drinky Crow show.

You'd have to watch it to understand.

Point being: I find it perfect in the most meaningless of ways. But, the symbolic nature of my tattoo does not necessarily have to reside in the uppermost portion. I was thinking that it could be Autumn themed and that would bear the most apparent symbolism.

I don't know.

Ticketmaster...

blows harder than a Boeing 747

Tickets (Streetlight Manifesto)
Advance tickets US $15.00 x 1
Total Building Facility Charge(s) US $1.00 x 1
Total Convenience Charge(s)

US $5.20 x 1

Order Processing Charge(s) US $4.25
Will Call

No Charge

TOTAL CHARGES US $25.45 <--- WTF ?

15 dollar ticket becomes 25.45

Do they want me to light the candles on their menorah too?

Still stoked on the show though.
Still no work.

About to get along with some online Sociology.
I listened to an hour of "This American Life" as a part of an assignment. It's a public radio show out of Chicago. Pretty interesting stuff, although the theme was a little cliche.

I need to score this Kallins-Delgado scholarship, it'll be a nice little bonus for me.