It's been pretty hectic lately. I dropped my Japanese Media thesis, as it just flopped on every end. I think I'll still write it, but perhaps more as an independent study project than my thesis. Instead, I'm now working on a project called
The Suits, which takes "The King of Nothingness" mythos, and turns it into a gradiose, full-fledged mythology. And the gods are based on face cards.
I don't know how it works either, but I'm jumping on the ride anyway.
Let's see. I've finished a painting since the last post, which is based upon some stationary I remember seeing in Powells once.

The poem on it reads:
Can you fit my soul
Into a sheet of paper?
Caged in thin white fury,
and bleeding
Inky whispers of sincerity.
Also, I went to a Gerard Way comic-book signing this week, as the Portland Mayor has deemed April "Comic Book Month," which is pretty much rad. I live in a city that dedicates a month to nerddom. WIN AT LIFE.

For those of you who don't know, Gerard Way wrote a comic called the
Umbrella Academy. Oh, and he sings for a little band called My Chemical Romance. Y'know, just to put this in context. BTW: Those roses were for his birthday (which was the next day/yesterday), and were being given to him by the first 24 people in line (I feel special for sitting in line all day).
And the school dance was pretty rad, unless, of course, the music and the VJ are taken into context. Some days, I swear I should drop my English major, and go into deejaying. I'd be much better at it than some of these people. I don't care if he has music videos to accompany the song--I cannot dance to rap for 3 hours straight. *sigh* But watching a group of 50 people flailing around, trying to dance to "Thriller" was fantastic.
Does this mean we're just too young, and wish we weren't? How sad it that?
Labels: dance, Gerard Way, My Chemical Romance, painting, signing, the suits, thesis, Thriller, Umbrella Academy