Locke Blog Epiphany #1: When one is in front of any sort of screen, good ideas seem to vanish instantly.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Homeless King
This is the classic "Homeless King" shot taken by Jeremy.So, Friday was pretty sweet. I went to an individual conference with my professor to discuss my grade. She ended up saying, "Well, I think you know what you got..." and I said, "I hope for an A." She replied "just write at the bottom: "Hope = A." Coolest professor ever. I am relieved to know at least one of my classes is over.
Later that evening, in the pouring rain, Paladores got ready for our show down at the Anthem (The New Grove Church) in Riverside. We opened up the place and had all sorts of "420" festivities, just kidding, but after we played, I just wasn't feeling well, so I got some food and went home. Maude and company called me while I was resting and said they needed keys to the church, so I went down there and they convinced me to go to Robb's to play Guitar Hero. They all shred and I suck, so I went and watched Ali G episodes with Jeremy all night. That show is one of the funniest shows out there. I got tired, went home, and had a hearty conversation with my cutie for the remainder of the early morning.
Now, I have worship practice.
Peace,
Locke.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Crampy McCramps
Gay, Unneccessary Headshot.
I need to start running or riding my bike. My legs are rubber chickens.
My Virgin Blog
I decided to start up a new blog. I already have a Livejournal account, but my posts have become sparse and, to be honest, I think having a fresh blog is rather inspiring. I hope to have some interesting entries in this one. I miss writing exhausting entries that deal with nothing and describe every minute detail of my humdrum little life. So, without further prologuing, I will begin to "blog."
Prologue P.S. I also miss writing in the first person this much. Using "I" to start every sentence is soothing when every paper I have written for the last three years has been formal and confined within some association's restrictions. Go blogs!
So, today I woke up at 7:00 a.m., which is becoming a refreshingly appreciated habit, and listened to the O Brother, Where Art Thou Soundtrack for the first time in a long while. Christie makes fun of me now because I fall asleep at 11:00 every night. I am an old man and I fully embrace it. Anyway, as I drove to school I pondered a lot while listening to Black Sabbath's greatest hits. Ozzy leads to some interesting thoughts. Haha. I think deeper and more clearly while driving than in any other atmosphere. Sometimes there is nothing more inspiring than just observing the same things repeatedly every day. On the contrary, it can sometimes make me insane. Oh, well. I take the same route to and from school five days a week and somehow I can still be stimulated with new images and ideas. I heard that many authors only write in public places and honestly, there is usually nothing worth writing about while sitting in my narrow corridor of a room. Robb gave me a colorful notepad to jot my thoughts down this last Sunday. I definitely want to put it to use.
People are starting to get anxious at school. The last few days are upon us and last essays and final exams make people hectic. It's already been one year at CBU. Senioritis awaits its attack on my body. I am really indecisive about what I want to pursue after graduation. I have been thinking about maybe getting into illustration/copywriting/design -- drawing has really become part of my life and to get it out there would be a dream come true. In all honesty, I think my decision to major in english has and will continue to inspire my art. Understanding how to read, interpret, and critique literature has significantly changed my thought process. Ideas seems to flow more naturally now, and by reading literature I am starting to notice how different people in the world have perceived this life throughout history. The importance of all genres of literature is slowly infecting my mind. So, maybe with a couple of years in art school behind me, I could combine writing and art in some fashion, and hopefully make a buck in the process.
Well, I believe I have to give Sir Joseph Bagdanov (Peter Jackson) a guitar lesson. He wants to write a folk song. I am down for that.
Until next time,
Locke.
Prologue P.S. I also miss writing in the first person this much. Using "I" to start every sentence is soothing when every paper I have written for the last three years has been formal and confined within some association's restrictions. Go blogs!
So, today I woke up at 7:00 a.m., which is becoming a refreshingly appreciated habit, and listened to the O Brother, Where Art Thou Soundtrack for the first time in a long while. Christie makes fun of me now because I fall asleep at 11:00 every night. I am an old man and I fully embrace it. Anyway, as I drove to school I pondered a lot while listening to Black Sabbath's greatest hits. Ozzy leads to some interesting thoughts. Haha. I think deeper and more clearly while driving than in any other atmosphere. Sometimes there is nothing more inspiring than just observing the same things repeatedly every day. On the contrary, it can sometimes make me insane. Oh, well. I take the same route to and from school five days a week and somehow I can still be stimulated with new images and ideas. I heard that many authors only write in public places and honestly, there is usually nothing worth writing about while sitting in my narrow corridor of a room. Robb gave me a colorful notepad to jot my thoughts down this last Sunday. I definitely want to put it to use.
People are starting to get anxious at school. The last few days are upon us and last essays and final exams make people hectic. It's already been one year at CBU. Senioritis awaits its attack on my body. I am really indecisive about what I want to pursue after graduation. I have been thinking about maybe getting into illustration/copywriting/design -- drawing has really become part of my life and to get it out there would be a dream come true. In all honesty, I think my decision to major in english has and will continue to inspire my art. Understanding how to read, interpret, and critique literature has significantly changed my thought process. Ideas seems to flow more naturally now, and by reading literature I am starting to notice how different people in the world have perceived this life throughout history. The importance of all genres of literature is slowly infecting my mind. So, maybe with a couple of years in art school behind me, I could combine writing and art in some fashion, and hopefully make a buck in the process.
Well, I believe I have to give Sir Joseph Bagdanov (Peter Jackson) a guitar lesson. He wants to write a folk song. I am down for that.
Until next time,
Locke.
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- I am recent graduate just looking at the dirt, writing about it.