Angry Face

Now, I try to be a balanced kind of person, weighing information equally and drawing conclusions from the facts. However, I am known for making emotional choices.

If you stand out side of a grocery store with a photoshopped picture of our president wearing a Hitler mustache. I'm not likely to take you seriously. Ever. Also, that cartoon that mostly made fun of the fact that he's African American? Also not doing any favors. As a rule I don't listen to people who liken a prominent social democrat to modern history's most evil figurehead. And calling me irrational for having a negative emotional response to your racism and fanaticism? That kinda makes you a dickhead.

Talking to the air

I have very little faith that people are actually reading what i write, mostly because a great majority of my admittedly sporadic postings are mind numbingly inane, however I felt I needed to spew ego for a few moments into the ether.

I'm kind of awesome.
I am.
No really.
It's true.

I'm talented, charismatic actor, who's making some very promising steps into the world of improvisation. I'm cute, funny and pretty damned intelligent if I do say so myself.

I have to interrupt myself for a second here to say that it's really hard to list a whole slew positive things about myself without adding qualifiers. I keep wanting to write "Sure, I'm..." or "Considering I..." but I'm not going to do that because this about me being obnoxiously self satisfied.

Also, I think I have some compelling ideas when it comes to the performance art and theatre. I'm an artist without being a crazy, self loathing, elitist who thinks art is only for people who wear expensive shoes.

Actually, I don't think any artist thinks that, I think art critics think that, but that's beside the point.

The point is, I have other interests outside those of heightened reality.

I have to stop now because I'm profoundly uncomfortable spending this much time being self congratulatory. I have now wasted enough of my own time.

Also, for anyone who is actually reading this, you have my most sincere apologies.

Free Time

Bar art, born of ennui and found material.

Picture Dump!

I went home over the weekend and got some great pictures.
The last step in the journey is the largest. Leaving Anacortes.













Wet seemed to be a theme this weekend. This is taken from my parent's patio.











The road back to reality.










A lake! With a Bridge!











And that's really all I have to say right now.

I should be sleeping, really, but I have so many thoughts swirling around my head it's nearly impossible to close my eyes. I want wage war against the world or cry in a corner. I can't seem to make up my mind at this point, mostly though, I think I would like rest.

This is Randy

This is Randy. Randy is a former bush pilot, now he flies for Kenmore Air. I believe the term is "Urban Bush Pilot" and I believe he wants to end my life with twisted metal and cold salt water. Most will think I'm being overly dramatic, but that's just not true. It's my opinion that any person who is going to take other people hundreds of feet in the air should know where they are going before ascending into space but I'm not a professional. What do I know?

I'll tell you what I know. I know you should watch where you're going in a small sea plane and not be taking pictures of your passengers. I know that. This is the first picture he took of me. We were in the air. I couldn't get off the plane fast enough. I did get some amazing pictures, however, and the sun was spectacular, so all in all not too bad.

There's a first for everything.

For the first time in my life, I'm actually proud to be American. We've just elected our first African American President. We've elected an intelligent, articulate man who has the ability to be a true world leader. Ever since I became aware of politics it's been nothing but shameful. I've been told, in a roundabout sort of way, that there was no way any sort of grassroots effort could pay off. Well, I guess "they" where wrong.

Wow, it took me way to long to update this thing.

It's time to get involved, to get ready for the long haul. We've taken the first steps in a long journey of recovery, but we must remember, first and foremost, that change begins within ourselves. So I urge every one, including myself, (especially myself) to find a charity, to write letters, protest, do anything, as long as it accomplishes something. We have the ability to change the world, but to do so, we must first be courageous and put ourselves in uncomfortable positions. Be it standing on a soapbox on a corner, shouting your beliefs at the top of your lungs, or giving people the skills they need to survive, passing out canned food. We must remember that we are all in this together, and nothing will get better until we start working together for a better life.

I'm sorry if this seems a little scattered, I've only just had my first latte.
Much love!