Let's talk about Journals...

I want to start off by thanking everyone who has taken time to favorite and comment on my pictures. It's really awesome of you all to do that especially since I rarely comment back because I feel like an insincere fool by saying "thanks" or variations of the sentiment over and over and over... but that's all going to change! Notions of disingenuousness be damned!

Ahem...

Anyways...

It occurred to me while reading other people's journals that maybe I should start my own. I've tried blogging around and I always seem to start out strong and fade out so I was hesitant to start one here only to leave it abandoned... especially when no one cares what I have to say... And it's because I expect no readers that I will probably keep this up.

So now that I have that out of the way, last weekend I took a very eye opening journey to the Haight, former home of R. Crumb. Never before have I felt like such a small town hick. I don't even think that place is even that hip anymore and I still felt radically out of place. That said, I had a hell of a time there. I was hoping I'd find a comic book store but I wasn't able to see one on my walk, aw well. It was pretty dope too because I went with my school's art club (of which I am/was a secretary, a position I have vowed not to retain next semester) I got a stipend of $9.50 to spend on lunch. McDonald's tastes much better when you are eating on someone else's money. I thought about it and I sold two of my awful paintings for about 55 bucks and because it was a club sale they kept 20 percent and i got 44. That means they got eleven dollars from me and I got 9.50 plus another 15 for a price of admission to the museum we went to. Not bad. Anyways, despite my being uncultured swine, I still dug the Gilbert and George exhibit that was showing in the basement of the De Young Museum and not many other people in the group I was with could say that. In fact, they kind of hated it. Large pictures of shit? Men grabbing each others asses? The word FUCK?!? It was too much for some of them.

But anyways, I'm thinking I might have to write down my own declaration of theological beliefs some day. Really for my own benefit because I'm tired of referring to different songs and comic books to try to explain to people that I don't believe in their god because Jack Kirby, John Lennon, and Nietzche have convinced me that's the wrong scene. I only mention this in this particular blog because... I'm not sure really.

Thanks to anyone who stayed through this rambling, I'll plot it out next time. I'll be a really methodical Journal writer from here on out. I better go.