“I am so hackneyed to the touches of painters’ pencils that I am now altogether at their beck, and sit ‘like patience on a monument,’ whilst they are delineating the lines of my face. It is a proof, among many others, of what habit and custom can accomplish.” – George Washington on his Life Mask“
Google Trends on Eggnog, Cider, and Mulled Wine.
I think it’s safe to say, that mulled wine and eggnog are on the menu for the next few weeks. But not now, oh god not now…I had the whiskey shakes all too recently… In my “hangover” moments, I typically need to disappear into a hidden, dark secret place, I like to call Under The Covers.
“I just can’t believe anyone would start a band just to make the scene and be cool and have chicks. I just can’t believe it.” – Kurt Cobain, as quoted in Option (1992-01/02).
Oh Kurt…I can certainly believe it. Happens roughly every 16 minutes in Austin. During my lunch hour, I like to think what if this man lived into his retirement age? What is that for a musician these days, like 90? I bet he’d be pretty hilarious, probably would have eventually put out a Christmas album — and I would have bought that shit. On red and green vinyl.
The holidays are here, and there is much to do!! But it’s hard not to think that so much product is being moved all across the world as I type these very words. So much energy goes into making this season a reality of the “blessed”. If an alien civilization looked in upon us, I’m sure they’d have some difficulty in separating our praising the birth of a GOD to buying an incredible amount of shit. I think the holidays should reflect our attitudes towards progress and life, “Heeeey, you still have a job, and you’re coming down on your student loans — here’s a winter-gift in celebration of your ongoing achievements!” THANKS DAD!
I haven’t had a pet in a really long time, and I think it’s probably about time to change that. While I’d love to have a dog, preferably and grey wolf pup, I am for financial and housing reasons going to postpone that idea and instead gather up the little neighborhood pear-shaped Christmas ham-cat we call Catz. (NOTE: Looks nothing like the above pictured cat.)
Of late, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to writing a book/expanding on my thesis. I guess it has more to do with the fact that in a couple of short months, we’ll finally have our own place, and be able to set up our studio. This excites me, and inspires me to think of character development with a quantitative approach.
Possible book titles: Lexikalische Gebäck und schlechtem Kaffee. This book would be about the disillusioned pastry industry in a twilight-zonish modern day socialist East Germany. Another book title: Rire et mourir: Le rythme des rêves et des cauchemars. This book concerns the virtues of traveling dream masters, and the debate between peripheral realities in the presence of the newly found Higgs Boson.
A part of me wonders what it would be like to wear this helmet on a daily basis. Like to the office, to Beauty Bar on a Friday night while Feathers plays in the background, to HEB whilst picking up toothpaste and yogurt, or while looking for parking downtown–only to realize that parking downtown blows, which means that parking on the east side is the only option… I bet your chances of being mugged would be reduced, and even more so if you carried a truncheon shaped like a unicorn’s penis.
