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Buried Child was mediocre.
The Pixar exhibit at the MOMA was amazing, but it closes tomorrow so if you missed it, sucks for you. Also, NY state students get in free.
I just (3 minutes ago) finished Transmetropolitan. I have not read volume 0 yet, but that is not a continuation of the storyline, which you probably know if you know what Transmet is at all. I feel profoundly sad in a sense. But other than that, I don't think I have any words at this time. It touched me quite deeply, as deep as Vonnegut ever did.
This weekend reminded me how much I miss making art.
I need 30 pages in by the 15th. I have 22 so far.
Remember when I wanted to apply to MFA creative writing programs at Cal Arts, CCA, and the Art Institute at Chicago? I was thinking about this weekend, while I was at Pratt, and I felt such regret. Because now, I'm probably never going to. And their programs-the things I want to do with writing-they just made me feel so energized and inspired. Like they could point me in certain directions and help me along and I could do amazing things (I mean, not that I can't now), like AP 2-d senior year, when I created the best art of my life (though I'm doing the best writing now, but that's also a supplies issue I guess) and I don't know of any programs whose deadlines haven't passed that are known for supporting experimental fiction, breaking down genre boundaries, combining image and text (which is part of why I love graphic novels so much I think). Of course, I don't need to college to do that shit. But, an artist/writer's community as well as people who are more experienced and could help me along, would be incredibly helpful. The program I'm applying to-maybe I'll go and maybe I won't and maybe I'll drop out of it after a year and fuck off to San Fransisco and make art like I need to make, and this all feels so stupid and selfish and melodramatic and whiny so I guess I'll stop.
Anyway-Transmet. It was pretty fucking amazing.
The Pixar exhibit at the MOMA was amazing, but it closes tomorrow so if you missed it, sucks for you. Also, NY state students get in free.
I just (3 minutes ago) finished Transmetropolitan. I have not read volume 0 yet, but that is not a continuation of the storyline, which you probably know if you know what Transmet is at all. I feel profoundly sad in a sense. But other than that, I don't think I have any words at this time. It touched me quite deeply, as deep as Vonnegut ever did.
This weekend reminded me how much I miss making art.
I need 30 pages in by the 15th. I have 22 so far.
Remember when I wanted to apply to MFA creative writing programs at Cal Arts, CCA, and the Art Institute at Chicago? I was thinking about this weekend, while I was at Pratt, and I felt such regret. Because now, I'm probably never going to. And their programs-the things I want to do with writing-they just made me feel so energized and inspired. Like they could point me in certain directions and help me along and I could do amazing things (I mean, not that I can't now), like AP 2-d senior year, when I created the best art of my life (though I'm doing the best writing now, but that's also a supplies issue I guess) and I don't know of any programs whose deadlines haven't passed that are known for supporting experimental fiction, breaking down genre boundaries, combining image and text (which is part of why I love graphic novels so much I think). Of course, I don't need to college to do that shit. But, an artist/writer's community as well as people who are more experienced and could help me along, would be incredibly helpful. The program I'm applying to-maybe I'll go and maybe I won't and maybe I'll drop out of it after a year and fuck off to San Fransisco and make art like I need to make, and this all feels so stupid and selfish and melodramatic and whiny so I guess I'll stop.
Anyway-Transmet. It was pretty fucking amazing.