Wednesday, May 15, 2013
One Buttermilk Sail
So, this is the first image then. Simple enough. Stack of flapjacks in space. Ominous glowing strawberry star in the distance. We'll see where it leads.
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Oh intergalactic plate of pancakes! I can relate!
Suddenly there's all this freedom and potential. Exciting! But it also feels like a void. A stack of grittlecakes as fine as you will not languish in a pile of rotten, molden olden trash.
You've done it! You've finally launched yourself into space. Where comets fly and the golden asteroids flow like crunchy cereal bits on dairy cascades! Gimme a couple dollars and gilded martian underpants!
But, now. For the moment, where is there to go?
Wait. What?
What kind of talk is that? You appreciate your freedom, plate of pancakes. Embrace it! Fill the void with dreams and your buttery majesty!
And keep your slappy, happy flappyjack sights on the strawberry in the distance!
The only choice for all stacks of pancakes is to choose to motor on.
Energy is the now!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Crappy Image Pyramid
I want to try this thing
1
333
333
333
55555
55555
55555
55555
55555
7777777
7777777
7777777
7777777
7777777
7777777
7777777
It's about repetition. I would do one image, one time. And then three versions of that image, three times. And then five versions, five times. And 7, seven times.
The image above isn't the image. I'll figure it out.
Hopefully it will form into a kind of story, or something will emerge out of it. Or it will crash and burn wonderfully.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Los Plans
I think I'm going to spend this next year trying to convince myself I don't need money to be happy.
Because if you're happy without money, then you don't need money. Because doing things to get money are like some of the worst things in the world.
Some people have to stand outside and hold signs up for terrible businesses to get stupid people who are driving around with no person to go into their store because they say a guy waving a sign for it.
Some people make a lot of money by attracting attention to themselves and having no private life whatsoever and that makes them crazy and messes their kids up forever.
People do things they hate for years and years, like most of their life, to make money so they can have stuff.
But at the same time, money buys all the coolest things.
You can go to Busch Gardens, you can travel to Africa and watch lions eat lesser animals, you can buy a car that has bigger wheels than a normal car, you can fill your living room with couches and have an all-couch living room and serve guacamole to your friends out of an old wagon. You can buy a house and have a family and have kids that love you and don't starve and...you can MAKE A PERSON! Even college. College costs so much money. And insurance. Being able to know that terrible things could happen to you but people will give you money to fix it. That's pretty awesome. It's like a money-net. I'll just be high-wiring it over a pit of dubious circumstances.
So, the way I see it--getting money makes your life terrible, but not having money makes your life...terrible. Or maybe not terrible. Terrible is the wrong word.
Fun. Fun is the right word. Jobs aren't fun. Money is great at buying fun.
But I was thinking today about how much I love running, because I do it every day. And how, no amount of money could make me any better at running. Or enhance what it already is. It's free. Except for shoes and shorts but I have those things and they're super cheap.
And making these dumb blog posts and paintings and stuff. That's all free. Except for internet but we're only a few years away from that being free everywhere...probably.
So, if I can just work my fun job that I have, and run a lot, and make dumb pictures about toast, then I'll have fun--and I won't need that much money which will minimize the not-fun.
And that's my plan I guess. To work hard at the things that are fun. Even if I'm not all that good at them.
And maybe later I'll move to a place where I can go up in front of people and try to make them laugh. Cuz that's also fun.
Yep. That's the plan. That's my stupid stupid plan.
Because if you're happy without money, then you don't need money. Because doing things to get money are like some of the worst things in the world.
Some people have to stand outside and hold signs up for terrible businesses to get stupid people who are driving around with no person to go into their store because they say a guy waving a sign for it.
Some people make a lot of money by attracting attention to themselves and having no private life whatsoever and that makes them crazy and messes their kids up forever.
People do things they hate for years and years, like most of their life, to make money so they can have stuff.
But at the same time, money buys all the coolest things.
You can go to Busch Gardens, you can travel to Africa and watch lions eat lesser animals, you can buy a car that has bigger wheels than a normal car, you can fill your living room with couches and have an all-couch living room and serve guacamole to your friends out of an old wagon. You can buy a house and have a family and have kids that love you and don't starve and...you can MAKE A PERSON! Even college. College costs so much money. And insurance. Being able to know that terrible things could happen to you but people will give you money to fix it. That's pretty awesome. It's like a money-net. I'll just be high-wiring it over a pit of dubious circumstances.
So, the way I see it--getting money makes your life terrible, but not having money makes your life...terrible. Or maybe not terrible. Terrible is the wrong word.
Fun. Fun is the right word. Jobs aren't fun. Money is great at buying fun.
But I was thinking today about how much I love running, because I do it every day. And how, no amount of money could make me any better at running. Or enhance what it already is. It's free. Except for shoes and shorts but I have those things and they're super cheap.
And making these dumb blog posts and paintings and stuff. That's all free. Except for internet but we're only a few years away from that being free everywhere...probably.
So, if I can just work my fun job that I have, and run a lot, and make dumb pictures about toast, then I'll have fun--and I won't need that much money which will minimize the not-fun.
And that's my plan I guess. To work hard at the things that are fun. Even if I'm not all that good at them.
And maybe later I'll move to a place where I can go up in front of people and try to make them laugh. Cuz that's also fun.
Yep. That's the plan. That's my stupid stupid plan.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Calling out the Void
This one dude from a long time ago named Seneca apparently said, "If one does not know to which port one is sailing; no wind is favorable."
And in using Google to find the exact wording of that quote, I found someone who thought that quote was about the destination. That it has to do with the idea that if you don't know your destination, no wind can take you there.
I disagree! What a dummy he must be. To take so little from that quote. It's like taking one giant bite out of an unpeeled grapefruit, rind and all, and hurling it into the ocean. Saying, " and that's how you eat a grapefruit."
No! That quote isn't about destinations. It's about the wind. The wind is the punchline of the knowledge-nugget.
More specifically, it's about the favorable-ness of the wind. You wouldn't put that emphasis there if you were just talking about not being able to get to somewhere.
You'd say, "If one does not know to which port one is sailing; one will never get to port."
The basic idea is the importance of goals, yes. But there's a reason he's talking about the wind. And favorablility.
Wrong-Head McWrong says that without a destination, the wind becomes irrelevant, you are adrift.
FALSE!
The wind is still there! The wind symbolizes events that happen in your life, happenstance. The forces that act on you and change frequently and without warning. That's what the wind is. Events don't stop happening if you don't have a goal. Things totally keep happening to you. Just like the wind will keep blowing.
When Seneca says, "no wind is favorable", what he means is that if you aren't trying to do anything with purpose, everything will annoy you.
You can't differentiate a bad wind from a good wind so you'll be in forever caught in a stinky maelstrom of awful. All you'll be able to do is complain because you're at the mercy of happenstance.
He's making a statement about the natural human condition. It's pretty funny too, because he's sort of implying that being annoyed or unappreciative is something that requires no effort. It's the easiest thing in the world to do. You don't have to know anything to have the opinion that something sucks.
But without reason and energy and effort, we are bound to be unhappy. Nothing will be good from your perspective unless you are pursuing something and you know where you're trying to go.
But, even without that, we can still complain. It's like in Pokemon when your pokemon runs out of PP for all its moves and it just uses Struggle. That's the one thing you can always do and it kills you a little bit every time you do it.

But the recoil is coming, Pikachu. The recoil is coming for you.
What really upsets me about that reading of that quote is that it leaves out this wonderful image of a sailor in a tiny sailboat out in the middle of the ocean with his arms crossed and his lower lip stuck out in a pout. He's got a tiny little sailor hat that's balanced on his giant forehead.
And the wind blows one way and he goes, "This wind sucks." And the wind blows the opposite way and he goes, "Now this wind sucks." And he has no idea where he's going. He should appreciate the fact that there is even wind at all. But we don't do that. It's a great commentary on cynicism and how it arises.
And in using Google to find the exact wording of that quote, I found someone who thought that quote was about the destination. That it has to do with the idea that if you don't know your destination, no wind can take you there.
I disagree! What a dummy he must be. To take so little from that quote. It's like taking one giant bite out of an unpeeled grapefruit, rind and all, and hurling it into the ocean. Saying, " and that's how you eat a grapefruit."
No! That quote isn't about destinations. It's about the wind. The wind is the punchline of the knowledge-nugget.
More specifically, it's about the favorable-ness of the wind. You wouldn't put that emphasis there if you were just talking about not being able to get to somewhere.
You'd say, "If one does not know to which port one is sailing; one will never get to port."
The basic idea is the importance of goals, yes. But there's a reason he's talking about the wind. And favorablility.
Wrong-Head McWrong says that without a destination, the wind becomes irrelevant, you are adrift.
FALSE!
The wind is still there! The wind symbolizes events that happen in your life, happenstance. The forces that act on you and change frequently and without warning. That's what the wind is. Events don't stop happening if you don't have a goal. Things totally keep happening to you. Just like the wind will keep blowing.
When Seneca says, "no wind is favorable", what he means is that if you aren't trying to do anything with purpose, everything will annoy you.
You can't differentiate a bad wind from a good wind so you'll be in forever caught in a stinky maelstrom of awful. All you'll be able to do is complain because you're at the mercy of happenstance.
He's making a statement about the natural human condition. It's pretty funny too, because he's sort of implying that being annoyed or unappreciative is something that requires no effort. It's the easiest thing in the world to do. You don't have to know anything to have the opinion that something sucks.
But without reason and energy and effort, we are bound to be unhappy. Nothing will be good from your perspective unless you are pursuing something and you know where you're trying to go.
But, even without that, we can still complain. It's like in Pokemon when your pokemon runs out of PP for all its moves and it just uses Struggle. That's the one thing you can always do and it kills you a little bit every time you do it.
But the recoil is coming, Pikachu. The recoil is coming for you.
What really upsets me about that reading of that quote is that it leaves out this wonderful image of a sailor in a tiny sailboat out in the middle of the ocean with his arms crossed and his lower lip stuck out in a pout. He's got a tiny little sailor hat that's balanced on his giant forehead.
And the wind blows one way and he goes, "This wind sucks." And the wind blows the opposite way and he goes, "Now this wind sucks." And he has no idea where he's going. He should appreciate the fact that there is even wind at all. But we don't do that. It's a great commentary on cynicism and how it arises.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Escape from Yellow
I really like the blue man. I tried to add some motion. Blue man is all about that motion.
Yellow is all about that crazy grabbing/ dragging himself with his massive forearms. Check out his tongue. Nice.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
The Toast Speaketh Further
I'll make pictures of this piece of toast in various situations reciting quotes from the Enchiridion and people will call me the Birdman because of my beautiful singing voice. I'll wake up at 5 in the morning every morning and accomplish a lot of things. I'll go on a lot of adventures and explore lots of little corners and alleys that you pass by all the time but never bother to investigate and when you do it's like you're in a brand new part of the world except it's just this little pocket surrounded by familiarity. I'll teach people about emotions and I'll have three toes on each foot so people will call me the Birdman.
I'll ask people for directions to a lot of different places all at once. Like, "How do I get from Wal-Mart to Lowes to 7-11 to my dream mansion?" I'll be incredibly dense so I won't be very popular with public transportation. I won't transport myself a lot of the time. My inertness doesn't mean worthless. I'll walk around with my hands shoved in my armpits all the time so people will call me the Birdman. As long as you live your life based on the choices you want to make, you probably won't be a shmoe.
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Let's talk about how much I hate this picture! Okay, first of all, I ruined it with those stupid words in that stupid font. They're totally unrelated to what's happening. Also, nothing is happening!
What is that blue guy supposed to represent? Someone who allows hindrances to their body be hindrances to their ability to choose? I guess that's what we're supposed to assume. But he's just staring at his with his giant vacuous eyes. I can't see his frustration with life! So, right away, the premise is terrible.
The toast is okay. It's the third time I've drawn him and he's developing his own...style.
But the blue guy just looks all fuzzy and smudgy. What is he supposed to be? Is his green hair balding? It needs sharper contrasts, better...lines and shapes and stuff. Where's the depth, you amateur?! I kinda like the blue of his skin but why's it all smudgy?! Did I just absent-mindedly smear some darker blue over one side of his face? Is that what I did? Is it? Yeah. It is.
But at least I failed enough to learn from it. And as the Enchiridion says, "If your baby dies, it's probably not that big of a deal."
(seriously, it says that. Like, a couple of times.)
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Tartmush
This picture sums up that moment in your life when you're going along being swallowed by one unrelated event after another until finally you stumble upon some novel thing and hold it up like a shining beacon of purpose and direction.
That's what I felt this morning when I crumbled up a Pop-Tart put it in a cereal bowl, put some Trail Mix I bought out of a vending machine in that cereal bowl, added some almond milk and ate it in the dark before heading it to work. Silently thinking to myself, "Look. Look what I've created. Be it good or a fiendish mix of sugar sugar sugar peanuts and dough? The shadows consume my secrets."
That's like a new checkpoint for your life journey. When it's time to reevaluate, you go back to that moment and see what path it lead you down.
Don't do me wrong now, future. This train's bound for glory.
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