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My dreams have been very vivid lately.
One, that I'm not particularly sure if I should be disturbed by or not, involved running into two of my favorite authors in my back yard. I recognized the bald one immediately as Grant Morrison and he was surprised I recognized him. Well, I explained it was easy... aside from Kafka he was probably one of my biggest influences and I've been following his work for over twelve years.
So there I was rambling on about the Doom Patrol and how it hit a chord with me. Dadaist art, imitating life. And at the core there was a man who had lost his whole... well everything except his brain. He had essentially been completely emasculated and he was living in this world that only made sense in expression and emotion. But he had no real body and could not feel.
I had been there before.
So then I turn to the other author, to praise this book that I love. But I apologized because I couldn't remember his name and I had to struggle to place (I orginally, accidently typed that 'replace') him.
He wasn't upset, but just surprised I had no idea who he was. Then I could almost recall it. It was on the tip of my tongue, "Tony... Ssssomething. Tony?" Yeah. That was it.
When I woke up I tried to remember the name to the author of the book. And it dawned on me: I was staring myself in the face and could only just barely recall who I was.
* * *
Five Things You Probably Didn't Know About Me
1. I have a tattoo of the word HOPE on my right arm. You probably knew this... however, what you don't know is I had a dream that a God told me to tattoo a word of power on my arm and, being the highly suggestible type always to do what I'm told, I found the word and got the tattoo. The God was Odin. I was probably reading way too much Neil Gaimen at the time.
2. Johnny Badhair is a character in Shadowfist/Feng Shui. He is a character in a series of paintings by Phil Hale. More importantly he is my reflection. He's what I do when I look at myself in the mirror and say, "Why not?"
That's my name backward: Ynot.
3. Even when I'm taking myself very seriously, I'm not.
4. As a teenager I had a strange experience and, off and on for a year, pondered if I was merely a brain in a jar. I didn't know what Epistemology was. After awhile I decided I would never really know and that it didn't matter.
5. I have three large scars on my right foot. Two of them are from an incident that made me very sad, the other is from one that made me very happy. I always think about them whenever I put on my socks or take a shower and I'm pretty sure the scars will be there the rest of my life.
One, that I'm not particularly sure if I should be disturbed by or not, involved running into two of my favorite authors in my back yard. I recognized the bald one immediately as Grant Morrison and he was surprised I recognized him. Well, I explained it was easy... aside from Kafka he was probably one of my biggest influences and I've been following his work for over twelve years.
So there I was rambling on about the Doom Patrol and how it hit a chord with me. Dadaist art, imitating life. And at the core there was a man who had lost his whole... well everything except his brain. He had essentially been completely emasculated and he was living in this world that only made sense in expression and emotion. But he had no real body and could not feel.
I had been there before.
So then I turn to the other author, to praise this book that I love. But I apologized because I couldn't remember his name and I had to struggle to place (I orginally, accidently typed that 'replace') him.
He wasn't upset, but just surprised I had no idea who he was. Then I could almost recall it. It was on the tip of my tongue, "Tony... Ssssomething. Tony?" Yeah. That was it.
When I woke up I tried to remember the name to the author of the book. And it dawned on me: I was staring myself in the face and could only just barely recall who I was.
* * *
Five Things You Probably Didn't Know About Me
1. I have a tattoo of the word HOPE on my right arm. You probably knew this... however, what you don't know is I had a dream that a God told me to tattoo a word of power on my arm and, being the highly suggestible type always to do what I'm told, I found the word and got the tattoo. The God was Odin. I was probably reading way too much Neil Gaimen at the time.
2. Johnny Badhair is a character in Shadowfist/Feng Shui. He is a character in a series of paintings by Phil Hale. More importantly he is my reflection. He's what I do when I look at myself in the mirror and say, "Why not?"
That's my name backward: Ynot.
3. Even when I'm taking myself very seriously, I'm not.
4. As a teenager I had a strange experience and, off and on for a year, pondered if I was merely a brain in a jar. I didn't know what Epistemology was. After awhile I decided I would never really know and that it didn't matter.
5. I have three large scars on my right foot. Two of them are from an incident that made me very sad, the other is from one that made me very happy. I always think about them whenever I put on my socks or take a shower and I'm pretty sure the scars will be there the rest of my life.