Comics are Impossible
Based on an illustration by an old friend Alex Bullett, of a newer friend: Jeremy Sorese. I'm kind of a copycat, plus i like the quote.
Today at bullmoose I bought a copy of "Zaireeka" by the Flaming Lips. It's that CD that on four different disks, and you need four different CD players to play it.
A minute after I got out of the store, I realized that i didn't have enough friends here to operate all 4 CD players. I don't know what part of that bugs me more... I bet that CD sounds awesome. I sort of wonder if my scad friends would have done it with me, but i don't really think that's their thing.
Im going to see Deerhunter at the Bowdoin Union on Thursday. I'm Pumped, it'll be just like old times.
The air gets a little colder here everyday. It's like seeing a thing and realizing you dreampt about it the night before. Though my thin southern blood recoils in fear at the thought of the impending cold, I'm eager for the frost. Eager for the ground to get so hard that the ancient things that sleep under the soil are forced to surface or be swallowed up. Eager so see a little northern magic.