I want to be here again, up in the sky.
I want to be far away.
A sketch mockup of some #handlettering I’m working on for a friend’s wedding. #WIP #typography #love
I told mike that I wasn’t going to put this up but I need to remember yesterday. I took a trip to see the city I call home. I mostly wanted to spend it with friends, my sister, and watch the brewers.
What actually happened is just that with about three hours of mike and I playing our guitars together. We played at his apartment as well as on the bluff, as you can see.
I always love hanging out with mike because we always have the most real and emotional conversations with the most meaning. To better that we take other feelings and put them through a medium of sound and visuals through words (music).
But really, Mike is the most creative man that I know, I really admire is music making ability an all of his art. I wish that I could be as creative and witty as he is. We have shared a lot of moments in the past from high school until now through all the ups and downs of life and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
My best friend.
I love Kurt. What a stand up dude. That was a great day indeed.
@clipclopclap has some really risqué stationary. #hesaidshesaid
Don’t you worry, child.
They wish to shape your back,
But you are not sick.
They see you as a fledgling,
But you are not weak.
Your roots give armature to the earth
Upon which they stand.
And your future is a bright one.
Your legacy will persist
Long after they are gone.
I’ve been a stranger for much of this summer, I know. Last Wednesday, my entire world was upended when I lost my dad. We’ve had a huge outpouring of support from friends, family, and some of the people reading my words right now.
I know there are thousands of you out there who have come to expect a certain standard -a ceaseless flow of contemporary art, music, poetry, and etcetera - from this thing called inthemess.
So where am I going with this? I want you to know that I’m reevaluating a lot of things in my life. This blog is one of them. I need to take more personal ownership over the time I spend on this site. So, while my posting may become more infrequent, it will come from my own head, heart, and hands.
If that’s an unacceptable thought for you, then I will bid you a fond farwell. For the rest of you, stay tuned as I struggle to fill the world with my own brand of art, music, and my beloved etcetera. I’m going to be a better man. Some day, I hope to be half the creative dynamo my father was. I’m going to make you so proud, Dad.
We lost my dad suddenly last night. We rushed home in a 3 hour drive , but we didn’t make it in time. My dad is a lion hearted, exceedingly brilliant man. I had so much more to learn from him. What the hell do I do? So lost. So goddamn lost.
I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart. — (via leeessang)
(Source: faithandotherdrugs, via mypancakesaredelicious)
Things girls look for in a boy:
•Fighter of the Night Man
•Champion of the sun
•Master of karate and friendship for everyone
Watercolor on paper
Time to play Cactus or Icecream Cone?
You forget you have a backyard because your backyard is a shared backyard. It’s perfectly nice, but it belongs to no one, and is therefore difficult to invest in.
Now extrapolate this out to other matters: your public parks, your transit, your booth at McDonalds, your foster child. “Without the ardor of possession, a neglect foments,” you opine.
And so into the sorry embrace of armchair philosophy you go, slowly growing bigoted and turgid, all because you are too shy of saying hello to your neighbors, because you aren’t a great small talker. Too bad, so sad.
This post is my life. It only took us seven months to have a conversation with our neighbors. Turns out, they’re pretty great.