Reading: the unabridged version of this journal entry
Watching: pixels
Eating: nothing..
Drinking: too much..
For some reason I often feel as if well placed words and thoughts are wasted or lost on those around me. The spoken and written word is a very complex thing no matter the language. And yes, things can be interpreted incorrectly. But I feel that people use interpretation as an excuse to bend things. To give them a reason to accept something or an even better reason to disregard it. Context is a very important thing. Given the context of a conversation, the definition of a word can vary immensely. I’m fine with this. What I’m not fine with is people’s lack of comprehension of this. Some regard definitions as general descriptions, while others view them as meaning that is set in stone. Rocks move and water rarely if ever flows in a straight line….
I could go on with this for quite a bit but I won’t…
Getting on with it... I feel I have a lot to say and not a lot of time to say it in. and since my direct approach seems to be failing, I’ll just continue with my photos. They’ll still remain untitled but on random occasions I’ll throw in a description with some meaning. If you get it, great. If not, fuck it. Enjoy the photo. That’s why I posted it in the first place
I'd like to take you on a trip. A trip back to where it all began. from what it was... To what it is.
How far back are we going?
7 years.
You ready? Sit back. Relax. enjoy the scene... Frame by frame.
I might have a problem… I seem to have the energy and the initial drive to attack just about anything. But then… I seem to lack the focus to actually accomplish anything
The fire.. It’s there. It’s fucking hot. It’s not dying out either. It’s just jumping to a new spot before it can catch. The potential brush fire is not taking place and it needs to.
Ok, so I have a problem and I’ve acknowledged it. These ink blots were my first attempt to focus on just one thing. I started them and gave my self a completion number. It was 55. Yes, they are coming to a close. I even stopped taking pictures for the entire time. Although i have been somewhat preoccupied with the upcoming project.
Next… All of my work re-worked. 7 years. Starting from the beginning. 2000-present. Yes you’ve heard this before. I’m finally doing it. And just that. I figure it has to have some kind of restraint or boundary so the completion won’t be a number. Rather a time frame. 6-8 months. The only thing that might change this is storage space. My files tend to be huge.
Maybe after this I’ll have learned how to control the blaze and at least keep it in one spot long enough for it to have some kind of effect. My plan is to bounce from state to state, city to city, and country to country. Yes, I’m coming to see you.
See?! It’s even in what I listen to! I can’t listen to just one artist. Rather a multitude of songs all mixed up together and never played in their entirety.
and i'm hungry. i went to Vons this morning for a bear claw and they "forgot to make them". wtf?! i would've bought like 6 of them!
so mad i could shake a fish! i just needed a reason to use that lil guy again.
this year...
Lust
Sadness
Neglect
Happy
Hungry
Maybe? 
It’s there. It’s fucking hot. It’s not dying out either. It’s just jumping to a new spot before it can catch. The potential brush fire is not taking place and it needs to. 
i just needed a reason to use that lil guy again. 
