A Man, A Plan, A Canal, Panama
The pressure of blogging, at least for me, is that once you find the thing you want to write, you can't let it go, even if (and especially) it's difficult to get out. I had the idea to write about the first boy I ever met off the internet. A tragically comedic story, it is also complex and lengthy. I put it off for over a week, instead spending too much time with friends and beers. And then I sat down with a cup of coffee a couple night ago and wrote the bitch. It wasn't fun, but it was satisfying to challenge myself in the telling of the story, describing my horror upon seeing him come down the stairs with q-tips sticking out of his ears, yellowed with wax, my utter lack of attraction. I re-read the piece, my longest post by far, and was proud of it. Obviously I lost it. Obviously something happened and it's gone and I can't get it back.
Writing pissed me off a little, or maybe it was blogging, or computers themselves. Maybe I was most angry at my own carelessness. I may try to write the story out again someday, but not anytime soon.
The sun was out today, and the weather calm and nearly precious. I spent the time reading outside and then I got out my pad and pens and did some drawing. I feel a sense of relief after writing and drawing, as if I'm a too-full balloon and these actions are the tiny pinprick that lets out the funny little burst of air. So I drew Sanji, the chef of the crew in One Piece. Not bad, eh?
There's something great about drawing in the sun. The light is perfect, the shadow of the pen so satisfying, the imperceptible grain of the paper confiding. I think this is the best thing I have ever drawn, this detail of the woman loving, the smoking chef Sanji.
I'm off tonight to watch a movie with a 19 year old whom I feel very little attraction for, and in a couple days I will be meeting a man 20 years older than that for a little hike and chat. I have no idea what I'm doing, so don't ask. You'll just be met with a blank stare, an embarrassed sideways grin and a curlicue eyebrow.
Writing pissed me off a little, or maybe it was blogging, or computers themselves. Maybe I was most angry at my own carelessness. I may try to write the story out again someday, but not anytime soon.
The sun was out today, and the weather calm and nearly precious. I spent the time reading outside and then I got out my pad and pens and did some drawing. I feel a sense of relief after writing and drawing, as if I'm a too-full balloon and these actions are the tiny pinprick that lets out the funny little burst of air. So I drew Sanji, the chef of the crew in One Piece. Not bad, eh?
There's something great about drawing in the sun. The light is perfect, the shadow of the pen so satisfying, the imperceptible grain of the paper confiding. I think this is the best thing I have ever drawn, this detail of the woman loving, the smoking chef Sanji.
I'm off tonight to watch a movie with a 19 year old whom I feel very little attraction for, and in a couple days I will be meeting a man 20 years older than that for a little hike and chat. I have no idea what I'm doing, so don't ask. You'll just be met with a blank stare, an embarrassed sideways grin and a curlicue eyebrow.
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