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in which Joshua talks about summertime, time travel, and the sadistic nature of rural county architects

Due to the twisted nature of the mind of the sadist architect for built my house, my room is the hottest part of the whole structure. I have no idea why but it’s for this reason that I’ve spent the last ten minutes wondering around with my laptop trying to find a place that’s  cool enough to sit and type in.

Unfortunately, the best rating I’ve given to any room is tolerable and that’s the kitchen table but only without a shirt.

Fortunately, no one is home to be blinded by my fleshy pale exterior.

So, I finally sit down to type out this little blog update and I find I have an e-mail from my bank about some “irregular activity” on my bank account. Turns out they always raise an eyebrow when people make random purchases from quasi-shady Canadian Third Party video game equipment distributors. Who knew?

Anyway, I was able to clear it up and assure them that it was “totally legit.”

This summer has been absolutely lovely. The fact that my creative juices have been flowing so freely and I get at least five hours of free time a day totally makes up for the lack of A/C in this house.

I’ve been working on a new project. It’s currant title is “Into Summer.” It’s a computer game love story about time travel. I’m hoping to use it as an exploration of mood and atmosphere but in a way that isn’t eyeball melting-ly boring the way all other games that are made with those goals in mind seem to be. Also, anyone who’s truly savvy will have noticed that the title is an reference to an old 1950’s sci-fi book called The Door Into Summer also about time travel, but very different to this project.

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I’ve written some lengthy prose concerning the two main characters and their situation but I’m extremely hesitant to upload it to this blog or even deviant art. I’d rather keep them private, however proud of them I am.

Also, I haven’t forgotten my old project, the REALLY big one called “Eyes On Trial".” It’s really big and honestly the sort of thing that’s totally out of my league for the moment in terms of plausibility. But, it remains,  in the background and eventually I will take it and I will organize it and streamline it and probably subtract some things in order to fully expand on the key elements. Blah blah blah, game designer talk.

I’m feeling that weird conflict between journaling here and journaling in my private, physical diary. The physical diary is obviously for more personal things that would be inappropriate for here (like the details of a recent phone call with my ex for instance.)

I feel bad writing so much but not adding a photo. Oh hell, here’s a  picture of me without a shirt eating a croissant with crème fraîche.

creme fraiche 6-11-2009

-Joshua

p.s. just as a started adding the tags to think i heard thunder and now i’m looking out my window at the prettiest summer rain you could imagine. 🙂



Uncanny Recount (?!)

Oh man. I really gotta try to keep up dudes…

So, school year’s runnin’ down and I’m BUSY BUSY BUSY. But with good things! Promise!

I’m currently flirting with a particular college here in Georgia. It likes me, I like it and hey, I know this particular university lives a little far away but I’m willing to travel if you know what I mean…

And what I mean is that I’m am literally willing to travel. To this college.

It’s hard really. To keep a blog and a journal. Because I have a journal. A real journal, with paper and ink and a book mark built into it.

Good advice I think... on the cover there.

Good advice I think... on the cover there.

Built in bookmark FTW

Built in bookmark FTW

Sometimes blogging feel so ephemeral. Like, by writing something down in a book it really is saved forever. A real autobiography. I mean, over the course of my years I’ve filled up a good many journals.

from December 25, 2002 to April 23, 2009

from December 25, 2002 to April 23, 2009

My first journal entry ever was written in what I considered very fancy Middle Earth talk (which in my twelve year old mind meant using the words “recount” and “uncanny” a lot) about how awesome Metroid Fusion is.

My recent one was a very vague mentioning about my car wreck and my desire to do a triptych featuring kissing and lines from Romeo & Juliet. How not as exciting.

But, reading through my old journals from sixteen to seventeen to eighteen I realizee I was a very romantic boy, very disinterested in sex and very lonely. I saw the whole of gay society as being dominated by meaningless sex and superficial materialistic values. Which, it pretty much is, but now I know that there are a few others out there like me. Men who want what throbs in the ribs rather than what throbs in the pants, who want forehead kisses more than blow jobs. Men who don’t see the world and as a giant bus station who’s job  it is to transport pleasure to them.

Still, there are few.  But I’m proud to have self control and mastery over my desires. I value serenity and hard work over immediate, flimsy pleasure and empty materialism.  I think I’m far more Buddist than I’ll ever be willing to admit.

That’s probably something that needs to get recorded into my real journal.

It’s funny. I sort of have this idea that in the future people will find my journals and try to put together who I was. Or maybe I’ll go through them and use them to write a memoir. Augustan Burroughs style.

Oh well, in Art News (which I know is pretty much all you people actually care about reading about) I’m working on a series of paintings/mixed media projects interpreting Leaves of Grass through mythical symbols or something like that. You’ve already seen one of these paintings. However not in its completed state.

More to come.

-Joshua

P.S. Hi everyone who’s come over from Letnaturebe! Rather surprised you’ve migrated (of course not really migrated, I couldn’t stop reading LNB if I wanted to!) but I’m glad you’re here! 🙂