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[10 Jun 2009|12:25am] |
Thinking wistfully about old friends and places.
Looking at stuff like this entry from 2005.
The first half of 2005 (come to think of it, the rest of 2005 too) was a glorious, dark and murky time in my life. I look back on it and see are bright colors, mostly in the blue-green and yellow families, and blurry shapes. Lots of treasure buried under that ocean floor.
I'm doing really well, albeit not in any quantifiable way (whatever).
And I guess I'm mostly on Twitter now.
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[27 Apr 2009|10:36pm] |
Current mood:
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[04 Mar 2009|05:11am] |
Jessi Brooks is coming to Bangkok in exactly two weeks. One of my most beloved, previous friends, who I haven't seen in almost a year, will be here in fourteen days. There aren't enough words to describe how special she is. Her presence is like a warm spring rain shower: comforting and seeming to somehow always fit your exact mood. Jessi is gentle, attentive, and deeply sensitive, as in attuned to the world's subtle frequencies.
When we are together, we sit quietly and write in our journals, we draw pictures, make masks, listen to music, draw abstract maps, watch our favorite shows on DVD... but it's not all just quiet chilling when we hang out. We also have wild adventures that make us laugh until we are snorting and coughing uncontrollably.
She's so beautiful it hurts to look at her.
Jessi is an otherworldly creature with an innate knowledge of the ways of peacefulness and Just Hanging Out.
I can't tell you how excited I am to see her again. We'll go to the beach. We'll make music together, on our ukuleles and other instruments. We'll go to Tracy's neck of the woods and visit the massive orchid market. And rainy season's coming up, so we'll probably spend some time indoors watching television shows on DVDs. That's our favorite thing to do on rainy days.
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[01 Mar 2009|10:08pm] |
I've never really wanted a tattoo before. Sure, I've had fun thinking about what I would get if I had to get one... but I've always resisted because I knew that whatever I got, I would decide it was stupid within at least a year.
But the other night I wasn't feeling so great, and curled up in the fetal position under the covers. And Penny came over and snuggled tightly against the small of my back.
I mean, we've had plenty of memorable snuggles (though they're pretty rare). But something about this one moved me so much. Lying back to back, we were keeping each other safe.
I don't want to talk about the inevitable day when Penny will leave me for cat heaven. I'm dreading that day more than words can describe. I pray that it won't be for a VERY long time.
But when she is no longer with me, she will forever be sleeping against the side of my back.
I'm gonna make a tracing of one of these, make the lines cleaner. And then, sometime in the next month, I'm going to drag my friend Pooja to hold my hand while I get it done.
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[25 Feb 2009|07:26am] |
OOPS I did it again
I stayed up all night
and I feel like shit
ooh baby baby
OOPS I have no time to nap
Today's bound to be cra-a-a-ap
I'm NOT
THAT
DISCIPLINED
***yaaawn not sposed to wake up for two hours aaaaahhhrhggg i can't believe i have to go to school.. i mean class.. i mean work... oh that's the worst of all three *
be prepared for some fun stuff later on though if i muster up the energy.
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[17 Feb 2009|04:38pm] |
Lately I've been thinking a lot about what my last meal would be.
I was torn between Indian food and soul food, but the latter won out.
Well, maybe after eating this I would have one samosa for good measure.
What would your last meal be?
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[06 Feb 2009|09:23am] |
Here are some of the drawings y'all suggested.
I haven't finished all of them because there's been a sudden barrage of Actual Work to Do...
Under the cut:
- Serge jumping Penny
- the creepiest guy who's ever hit on me
- jellyfish romance
- chickens
- a classic comic book cover
- all the teachers I've ever had (there are more!)
( CHECK THEM OUT )
To do:
- a big ball of stuff
- Kashena in undisclosed coastal location
- guy eating steak
- self portrait
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[29 Jan 2009|09:18am] |
Quick, tell me what I should draw, ROUND TWO.
(Thanks for your previous suggestions + I'm still working on them.)
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[27 Jan 2009|09:59am] |
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Quick, tell me what I should draw.
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[21 Jan 2009|04:51pm] |
This is seriously jacked up. I hate being in the "beginner" stage. I'm at the point where I can either decide to become an expert, or give up completely.
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[12 Jan 2009|10:38pm] |
I started learning Flash today.
I present to you my very first animation, for your comedic enjoyment. It certainly cracked me up, as it appears to have been made by a blind idiot child.
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[26 Nov 2008|06:05pm] |
Lately I've been relying on free podcasts of This American Life to get me through work. Right now I am drawing Christmas-themed cell phone wallpapers - seven are to feature the woefully played-out "Z-Gang" and three are to be of my own design.
The first seven, I'd already visualized and sketched out beforehand, so the tedious digital rendering stuff went by pretty quickly, fueled by my voice-crush on Ira Glass.
I don't know what the hell to draw for the last three, because I have no Christmas spirit, and it turns out listening to tales of American summer camp or quests for identity, etc., don't actually help you achieve anything when you're just doodling half-heartedly on the computer.
This one is obviously not going to make the cut but I thought I would share it with you because it is 1) shitty 2) sad 3) amusingly sad 4) amusingly shitty (I hope).
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[19 Nov 2008|12:43pm] |
More from my conversation with 8-year-old Alex yesterday.
Alex: "We have all these rabbits that run around but my dog doesn't bite them. My favorite rabbit died, he was brown and his name was Max and was still little and I picked him up and his eyes were closing like he was really sleepy and then I put him down on a T-shirt and then Max died."
Me: (fuck) "............ Well, you were with him when he died. So he didn't die alone. I bet he was happy that you were there." [See, more cliched parental posturing]
Alex: "I wanna be a soccer player when I grow up. So I'm just gonna keep practicing and practicing."
Me: "I want to be an artist."
Alex: "So practice, then!!!"
Me: (!!!) "I'm trying."
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[18 Nov 2008|10:46am] |
Here's an account of our latest Account.
(I love saying that because it feels like "Mad Men" or something.)
The account is actually, quite "Mad Men" in itself - a brand of cigarettes called Wonder wants us to redesign their package and also give them a snazzy new name.
Though I am the only smoker in Creative (how very un-"Mad Men" this is, all of a sudden) I have refused to take part in this. I have no desire to make cigarettes more appealing to people, teens or not. Anyway, I'm busy working on a pyramidal Buddhist-themed calendar.
But the other people in my office are brainstorming cigarette ideas right now and I couldn't help but pitch in. I gave Tae my illustrated children's French dictionary from which he selected "le valet". When I explained what it meant, he decided it was not "upper class" enough for an unknown cigarette brand that is at the bottom of the barrel among cigarette brands here. Looking over his shoulder I suggested that "lumiere" might be a nice one but apparently it sounds like something inappropriate in Thai (literally, "spouse's hole").
Then P'Mac said, "Dildo Cigarettes!" I gave out a delighted OMG while everyone else was like, "what does that mean" and upon learning the Thai translation, the six of us sat giggling for a long time at the image of someone asking for "Two packs of Dildos, please" and sitting and smoking the Dildos.
I'm having one of those good, happy days at work all of a sudden and I wish I didn't have to leave early to go see a new psychiatrist at a new hospital who according to my current therapist will help me get my life back together.
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[12 Nov 2008|03:56am] |
Back from Bhutan... I guess I'll write about it later, or post photos or something, but for now I'll show you the one comic I drew while I was there.
( Read more... )
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[02 Nov 2008|10:51pm] |
I found this ridiculous comic I drew in 10th grade biology class. I was generally very good at biology in high school, but there were two concepts which I loathed and could never wrap my mind around -- the Calvin cycle, and the Krebs cycle. I drew this comic to help me remember the steps of the former. As for the Krebs cycle, that shit was too wretchedly complicated that no cutesifying in the world could have made it possible to understand.
Here's another example of my earnest high school dorkiness: a poem about photosynthesis.
you came from the sun one day,
a brilliant shapeless energy,
flooding down on
me, a mere pigment molecule,
living in the photosynthetic membrane
i held you, and let you go.
i watched helplessly as you moved
from one pigment molecule to the next.
you left me behind,
left for better things -
from my arms to the special pair of chlorophyll molecules!
i could absorb you, but not understand you
only they could.
they processed you,
and released you from their reaction center
as someone new
not a shapeless entity but a pair of high energy electrons
i watched in horror, unable to move
as i watched you head towards your fate!
you were passed, passed, through electron carriers -
(i wonder if they loved you as i did)
and finally, you reached the end.
i watched helplessly, as you faced it: NADP+!!!
you could not be saved - i would have done anything
but you were taken in. he swallowed you,
he now calls himself NADPH.
( It's very long )
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[27 Oct 2008|09:38am] |
My one year of learning about "Sequential Art" has proven to be un-useless after all. Our company produces these cute, fold-out "animation cards" that feature (dun dun dun) sequential art!
I'm now in charge of designing them...
Here are some other animation cards I've done.
( Cheesiness behind the cut )
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[21 Oct 2008|04:41pm] |
Baby steps.
After drawing exclusively on the computer for nearly two months now, drawing by hand gives me the pleasure and satisfaction of biting into a peach on a hot summer day. I know that's corny, but really, drawing the curve of a face feels distinctly peachlike.
Other news: Today I started writing the script for the rest of my Andrew Crawford story, my portrait of my friend Amitha is going to run every week alongside her Bangkok Post column, and I'm going to see Kylie Minogue on November 23rd (!).
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[14 Oct 2008|02:16pm] |
A block of text that you don't have to read because it's the same thing I've been writing about the past couple of weeks (relatively insignificant life crisis):
I can't blame SCAD's sequential art program for taking the joy/magic out of comics for me. I can only blame myself for deciding it would be a good idea to go there. And then dropping out, not to rediscover the aforementioned magic, but to design "I love you" cards on the computer and spend my meager/precious free time playing video games instead of trying to rediscover the aforementioned magic of comics. I'm lamenting this right now because in the shower this morning I knew in my heart that waking up every morning to design "I love you" cards and the like didn't mean I was abandoning my dream, and I know what my dream is, which is to tell charming, moving and memorable stories to a captive audience... I thought that going to school for comics would help me focus on achieving this dream, and it wasn't entirely useless in this aspect and it was really quite helpful in a lot of ways, but being surrounded by so many comics-people all the time discouraged me from wanting to have anything to do with the comics world. Where can I find the motivation to sit at my drawing table after work and make the comics I want to make? Do I have to look deeply into myself or something like that? Become a follower of transcendental meditation? Jump into a sensory deprivation tank? This issue of having to DO something as soon as possible comes from my realization that there is no tomorrow, that the achievement of my dream isn't some future hot-air balloon that is going to descend on me one day - if it happens it will be the result, the accumulation of many years' worth of efforts. So, the sooner I want to create a tour-de-force, the sooner I have to start caring about the medium again.
Some of my favorite comics I've drawn in the past few years, under the cut.
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