Moon Rise (complete)
May 19, 2009, 10:52 am
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The moon is a great apostle of liberty. Like the Marquis de LaFayette.

“No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again

This painting has personal meaning. I’m getting to the point where I see loneliness, and the languishing about such, as kind f immature. If I were to open my  mouth up and complain about being lonely in life right now it would be as if I were walking along the great wall of China and complaining that my feet hurt from all the old stones.

Life, daily life especially, is an absolute bouquet of the most delicious sensations available to sentient life. I’m convinced of this: laughter is better than fucking, because it costs nothing.

This red moon is  solumn joy raising over a familiar and not unhospitable landscape. The house is made of yarn, it is a construction that can be deconstructed and moved.

I find the activity of cutting and gluing various types of yarn to various types of objects weirdly soothing. I will pursue this  form of leisure.

Also,  hot pink and metallic silver paint markers please me^_^

That is all.


1. Transitional lense that become reflective. That is, from prefectly transparent to mirrors.

2. Cellphone/mp3 player/camera/PDA/wrist watch with a transparent, flexable screen.

3. Economical electric vehicals.

4. Holograms, damn it.

5. Solar panels that actually work.

January 20, 2009, 9:59 pm
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I cried. I really did. In the middle of class too.

Such an inspiring man. I’m so excited to be alive right now and to be able to experience these things.

But, I’m sure everyone said that during their own generation.

“Dude, we’re totally gonna like, form a union. This rules.”

“Fuck Lincoln. Slavery rules. I can’t wait to kill my own countrymen over the right to own people.”

“Thank God I can finally work in a factory instead of taking care of my family and not voting.”

And I think that’s gone on long enough.

Seriously though. This is an amazing time. And, regardless of that ridicules song, I am proud to be an American.