Closing in on the end of the first draftPosted on July 7, 2010
Green-Eyed Death is not going to defeat me. At last, I’m getting near the end and anticipate reaching that lofty goal by the end of the week. Brave words. I’m not sure why this one is giving me such trouble. Suffice to say, I really wish I’d thought it out more thoroughly from the start. There’s a lesson in there somewhere, but I’ll worry about that when I’ve actually beaten this thing into submission. When I get to the hard parts I find myself playing video games so I pack up and go into town to enjoy a McDonalds iced coffee. I have done this so often that today the counter girl told me what I was going to order before I opened my mouth. I need to change my routine.
In reference to writing this blog, I’ve come to the conclusion that we’ve decided as a nation that even the least interesting, most mundane events in life should be available for all to see and…what? Sympathize with? Use as an excuse to feel righteously superior? Haven’t worked that out yet, and as you can see, my entries are short about generally about nothing. Sorry about that, but I’ve apparently joined the 21st Century very reluctantly.
Color Drain, 1979, serigraph