Oh hey, a daily entry! (and more "kid" complaints)
First, had Screenwriting with Tom Pope. WHICH IS AWESOME. He is an incredibly eloquent man and passionate and contagiously intelligent. I don't know how I'd forgotten, but it was nice to talk to him again. And he remembers me from previous classes and talked to me over break about track and field and the dinky place in Wisconsin we both live in. Which is always a good feeling. I was also designated to lights and dimmed them as queued when we watched parts of The Day of the Jackal, The Electric Horseman, Close Encounters, and Last Action Hero.
If I can spent my last semester here just spending time with people I enjoy talking to, I think that's a much bigger, wholloping success than previous ones I spent nodding and yessing to people I couldn't stand because I was in the habit of condoning bullshit with silence, for one thing.
Then, I went to go visit Tom Kacyznski before he had class today, and turns out Barb is subbing today. So I said hello to Barb instead, and we talked about break and how neither of us really recalled much of it. She because sadly, both her elderly dog Abby and her aging cat, which I know had been with her since she was in college, both had to be put down. Near Christmas, no less. That's sad, and I can empathize. The few hours I spent thinking Howl was dead/gone forever, I was a rotten mess, and I'm not even as much of a cat person as her. Poor babies, they will be missed. ♥
Oh, and on Monday Dickerson came across a really old post from my first semester about me being confused about his class. Well, he said it was his wife, so I'll post again WITHOUT F-LOCK, just to clear up anything that might seem, well, unseemly. GREG DICKERSON IS A WONDERFUL TEACHER AND A FUNNY, VERY NICE GUY. (He even gave me a copy of an exclusive Tim Fite halloween track and introduced me to the Hold Steady, so that already was worth my affection.)
And also, SOMEONE now has a studio near me. Oh overjoyment and frivolity. Continues to talk about shitty music and watch anime when she claims to have come to do work. BUT. NOT NEW IN ANY FORM. I EXPECT IT TO CONTINUE IN FACT.
But a "kid" I like, Danielle, has a studio behind me. I'm kind of excited to have another kewl person who likes komics here. The only person in my immediate block of studios is a D-BAG who thinks he's immensely better than anyone because he codes. (And he's apparently too good for cheap, black coffee. Gonna be "TOO RICH.")
And I know I keep making these posts about, "blah blah children who get an arts education," this and "blah blah children who get an arts education," that (and I issue another forthright apology as I type), but--yeah, whatever. This is supposed to be my honest forum, or something.
So, "the kids." It's what I call, and alternating from with affection to derision at times, the people who entered into the comic BFA program below me, usually two years below. Or, to people, who, notwithstanding their actual position in credits, act like annoying newcomers. I like some of them something fierce. Mostly those who actually love and sacrifice for this art form/lifestyle/inoperable affliction called cartooning.
Others, I don't. That's limited to a few, who mostly get on my nerves with their behavior and flippancy towards this place and this art.
The kids in general, they have an interesting idea of my professor Zak, who I consider one of, if not the person I look up to most and kind of just a great guy to know. I'd say I know him just as well as any of my other professors, since I've been in classes with him ever since that very first day he walked into Media and Concepts, looking like he could be a student until he plopped down at the front. Gave me lots of good advice and old machines and all that. The other funny thing is that I really liked his artwork before I ever knew him personally, so TECHNICALLY I am not one of the sycophantic "kids" who constantly name drop him in the halls. I guess I could be a little sycophantic, but... no one's perfect. AND I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS EVEN Zak of Sally fame until class 3 or something of that class. SO, HA.
(and I also can remember the exact moment of forming my first impression of other professors, like Barb, and even what she was wearing. Which is slightly creepy sounding, but it was like a country hick coming into the lights and beauty of civilization and having the images of buildings burnt into my memory - but perhaps that's another entry all together, my debts to and adoration of and affection for these artists/people, as much as I mention it)
The kids were discussing his appearance on TPT, which I'm sure the poor man has heard enough about, and talking about, "Oh, he seemed so FORCEDLY RESERVED (I'm paraphrasing to sound more intelligent) and he didn't SWEAR, OMG. IT WASN'T HIM AT ALL."
(And apparently he has a reputation as something of, "An asshole," around the student body who hasn't met him. Which is really, really, really wrong and kind of indicates the standards of a venerable person of the student body to me.)
Which reinforces to me the idea that kids only like him as a professor for his propensity to curse, get overly excitable and jump up on to a chair and point, and raise his voice. WHICH CAN BE CONTAGIOUS, like mass hysteria. But he is a human being and doesn't shout all the time (and is also quiet and a little withdrawn and stares at walls and isn't a machine that only communicates in cusses). WHICH MAYBE THEY DON'T KNOW BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO BUSY SAYING "FEUCK" as an overly punctuating sentence decoration, like valley children who have just discovered the word.
Which is annoying.
(And they love to make loud obnoxious noises and proclamation of how much they ironically love something. Which is getting old to me, as well.)
KIDS.
MY LOVE FOR ART WILL SUSTAIN ME THROUGH YOUR INCESSANT CHATTER. Because, for better or worse, I'm a cartoonist and I'll die with a hammer in my hand before I quit.
If I can spent my last semester here just spending time with people I enjoy talking to, I think that's a much bigger, wholloping success than previous ones I spent nodding and yessing to people I couldn't stand because I was in the habit of condoning bullshit with silence, for one thing.
Then, I went to go visit Tom Kacyznski before he had class today, and turns out Barb is subbing today. So I said hello to Barb instead, and we talked about break and how neither of us really recalled much of it. She because sadly, both her elderly dog Abby and her aging cat, which I know had been with her since she was in college, both had to be put down. Near Christmas, no less. That's sad, and I can empathize. The few hours I spent thinking Howl was dead/gone forever, I was a rotten mess, and I'm not even as much of a cat person as her. Poor babies, they will be missed. ♥
Oh, and on Monday Dickerson came across a really old post from my first semester about me being confused about his class. Well, he said it was his wife, so I'll post again WITHOUT F-LOCK, just to clear up anything that might seem, well, unseemly. GREG DICKERSON IS A WONDERFUL TEACHER AND A FUNNY, VERY NICE GUY. (He even gave me a copy of an exclusive Tim Fite halloween track and introduced me to the Hold Steady, so that already was worth my affection.)
And also, SOMEONE now has a studio near me. Oh overjoyment and frivolity. Continues to talk about shitty music and watch anime when she claims to have come to do work. BUT. NOT NEW IN ANY FORM. I EXPECT IT TO CONTINUE IN FACT.
But a "kid" I like, Danielle, has a studio behind me. I'm kind of excited to have another kewl person who likes komics here. The only person in my immediate block of studios is a D-BAG who thinks he's immensely better than anyone because he codes. (And he's apparently too good for cheap, black coffee. Gonna be "TOO RICH.")
And I know I keep making these posts about, "blah blah children who get an arts education," this and "blah blah children who get an arts education," that (and I issue another forthright apology as I type), but--yeah, whatever. This is supposed to be my honest forum, or something.
So, "the kids." It's what I call, and alternating from with affection to derision at times, the people who entered into the comic BFA program below me, usually two years below. Or, to people, who, notwithstanding their actual position in credits, act like annoying newcomers. I like some of them something fierce. Mostly those who actually love and sacrifice for this art form/lifestyle/inoperable affliction called cartooning.
Others, I don't. That's limited to a few, who mostly get on my nerves with their behavior and flippancy towards this place and this art.
The kids in general, they have an interesting idea of my professor Zak, who I consider one of, if not the person I look up to most and kind of just a great guy to know. I'd say I know him just as well as any of my other professors, since I've been in classes with him ever since that very first day he walked into Media and Concepts, looking like he could be a student until he plopped down at the front. Gave me lots of good advice and old machines and all that. The other funny thing is that I really liked his artwork before I ever knew him personally, so TECHNICALLY I am not one of the sycophantic "kids" who constantly name drop him in the halls. I guess I could be a little sycophantic, but... no one's perfect. AND I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS EVEN Zak of Sally fame until class 3 or something of that class. SO, HA.
(and I also can remember the exact moment of forming my first impression of other professors, like Barb, and even what she was wearing. Which is slightly creepy sounding, but it was like a country hick coming into the lights and beauty of civilization and having the images of buildings burnt into my memory - but perhaps that's another entry all together, my debts to and adoration of and affection for these artists/people, as much as I mention it)
The kids were discussing his appearance on TPT, which I'm sure the poor man has heard enough about, and talking about, "Oh, he seemed so FORCEDLY RESERVED (I'm paraphrasing to sound more intelligent) and he didn't SWEAR, OMG. IT WASN'T HIM AT ALL."
(And apparently he has a reputation as something of, "An asshole," around the student body who hasn't met him. Which is really, really, really wrong and kind of indicates the standards of a venerable person of the student body to me.)
Which reinforces to me the idea that kids only like him as a professor for his propensity to curse, get overly excitable and jump up on to a chair and point, and raise his voice. WHICH CAN BE CONTAGIOUS, like mass hysteria. But he is a human being and doesn't shout all the time (and is also quiet and a little withdrawn and stares at walls and isn't a machine that only communicates in cusses). WHICH MAYBE THEY DON'T KNOW BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO BUSY SAYING "FEUCK" as an overly punctuating sentence decoration, like valley children who have just discovered the word.
Which is annoying.
(And they love to make loud obnoxious noises and proclamation of how much they ironically love something. Which is getting old to me, as well.)
KIDS.
MY LOVE FOR ART WILL SUSTAIN ME THROUGH YOUR INCESSANT CHATTER. Because, for better or worse, I'm a cartoonist and I'll die with a hammer in my hand before I quit.