Monday, July 14, 2003
going to Moulton turned out to be just what the doctor ordered.
update on my creative life: i haven't been getting pages of All About Black Holes done very punctually recently, because Chapter Two scares me to death. maybe i should have planned the story a little better. i've been thinking recently that the first half of this chapter is just irrelevant to the story at worst, and completely boring at best. i've been trying to spice it up with visuals, though, but i can't say that i enjoy do it as much as i would if i were confident about the material. i have much, much to learn about making comics. but i will continue as i planned it.
on the musical front, though, things couldn't be better. i've written three songs this week, none of them totally finished, but as finished as my songs ever get. the first one, "Cumulonimbus," is one of those "talk a lot and then sing the refrain" songs, like Alice's Restaurant. it features my new ukulele nicely, or rather it WILL if there's ever a finished version, which there probably won't be. another song is "In Case of Fire (Kiss Me)", an incredibly short and stupid love song, sort of inspired by TMBG, and very similar to another song i wrote in March called "Bicycle Seat." both of those songs are not going anywhere, but they have a little bit of dumb charm. the third and final song i just wrote today after work, and it's called "The Big I," which i'll probably change. i finally got one of those harmonica holders, and i've been trying to play guitar and harmonica at the same time, which perhaps i'll get better at if i do it enough.
people on the road were assholes assholes assholes today. i was riding my bike home, and i was riding on the sidewalk, which i believe the law says you can't do, but that law was in place before everyone owned cars that require the entire garage to park in. anyway, i got to the intersection of Bowery and Johnson (very close to where i'm going to live in a few weeks) and a guy driving a white Honda slows down at a stop sign, doesn't look for pedestrians or people riding bikes on the sidewalk because they're afraid of being run over by SUVs, and blows through right in front of me. i couldn't stop in time and i actually hit his car. there wasn't damage to the bike or to the car, so i just called him a son of a bitch and went on my way.
i want bikes and assholes to have their own lanes. the asshole lane would be sixty feet wide, so that assholes could perform whatever assholish maneuvers were necessary to transport themselves safely to their destination. "assholes, keep left," the sign would say, "asshole lane." the bike lane would be seperated from the asshole lane by a thirty foot median, as to avoid assholes being assholes to cyclists. there would be a bus lane, too, which the buses could share with carpools. i shall present my proposition to city council on the morrow.
update on my creative life: i haven't been getting pages of All About Black Holes done very punctually recently, because Chapter Two scares me to death. maybe i should have planned the story a little better. i've been thinking recently that the first half of this chapter is just irrelevant to the story at worst, and completely boring at best. i've been trying to spice it up with visuals, though, but i can't say that i enjoy do it as much as i would if i were confident about the material. i have much, much to learn about making comics. but i will continue as i planned it.
on the musical front, though, things couldn't be better. i've written three songs this week, none of them totally finished, but as finished as my songs ever get. the first one, "Cumulonimbus," is one of those "talk a lot and then sing the refrain" songs, like Alice's Restaurant. it features my new ukulele nicely, or rather it WILL if there's ever a finished version, which there probably won't be. another song is "In Case of Fire (Kiss Me)", an incredibly short and stupid love song, sort of inspired by TMBG, and very similar to another song i wrote in March called "Bicycle Seat." both of those songs are not going anywhere, but they have a little bit of dumb charm. the third and final song i just wrote today after work, and it's called "The Big I," which i'll probably change. i finally got one of those harmonica holders, and i've been trying to play guitar and harmonica at the same time, which perhaps i'll get better at if i do it enough.
people on the road were assholes assholes assholes today. i was riding my bike home, and i was riding on the sidewalk, which i believe the law says you can't do, but that law was in place before everyone owned cars that require the entire garage to park in. anyway, i got to the intersection of Bowery and Johnson (very close to where i'm going to live in a few weeks) and a guy driving a white Honda slows down at a stop sign, doesn't look for pedestrians or people riding bikes on the sidewalk because they're afraid of being run over by SUVs, and blows through right in front of me. i couldn't stop in time and i actually hit his car. there wasn't damage to the bike or to the car, so i just called him a son of a bitch and went on my way.
i want bikes and assholes to have their own lanes. the asshole lane would be sixty feet wide, so that assholes could perform whatever assholish maneuvers were necessary to transport themselves safely to their destination. "assholes, keep left," the sign would say, "asshole lane." the bike lane would be seperated from the asshole lane by a thirty foot median, as to avoid assholes being assholes to cyclists. there would be a bus lane, too, which the buses could share with carpools. i shall present my proposition to city council on the morrow.
