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Apr. 15th, 2007 10:42 pm"Praise could not dupe you, but it confused you and entrenched you" -- very loose translation of excerpt of letter written to 曹禺, famous Chinese playwright who lost himself to power and politics after 1949.
"Before he passed away he often spoke of the burden of the white page, that he has written all he had to say about his experiences." -- heard on radio, about Primo Levi, famous Italian-Jew writer who documented his Holocaust experiences but (according to the radio) wanted to be a non-hypenated writer. He was a chemist, but the Holocaust turned him into a writer. I have heard people call it survivor's guilt, but it's this sense of "My job here is done." It also reminds me of V. Mental image: an old man. a blank screen. a sigh. a bed. peace.
I often hear/encounter real life stories that I feel would work well in a story. All these compelling snippets that are so much cooler than anything my young tender mind can conjure by itself. It is really a matter of recording them in a functional/accessible/manipulable manner.
I am pondering starting a proper blog to put my more proper thoughts. Livejournal is about the intimate minutae of the day, whereas blogging feels more like mini-essays, a soap box, if you will. I feel uncomfortable mixing the two.
I have also given up on having a proper "gallery" program, in part because my webhost is stupid and I'm too lazy to switch. In part because I've never been satisfied with the interface/structure of the gallery program anyways. Instead, I am contemplating posting everything I've ever done in sketchblog format, with appropriate dating and tagging, but on a separate account. Then linking appropriately from webpage. Perhaps frames.
I feel pretty set on Azuma. I've watched enough of Yakitate! And I think my hair will be very appropriate. There is a small matter of boobs. And purchasing fabric. Perhaps I should do that tomorrow, as well.
P.S. I have been going through some of my old art, and have been surprised at the level I was at 3 years ago.. 5 years ago.. I feel like I have made progress, but looking back, I seem to be treading water. For the last 5 years. Maybe it's time to try again.
P.P.S. It's Spring Break for the high school, so tomorrow will consist of sweet sweet grading, but also sweet sweet no-classes-until-3pm.
"Before he passed away he often spoke of the burden of the white page, that he has written all he had to say about his experiences." -- heard on radio, about Primo Levi, famous Italian-Jew writer who documented his Holocaust experiences but (according to the radio) wanted to be a non-hypenated writer. He was a chemist, but the Holocaust turned him into a writer. I have heard people call it survivor's guilt, but it's this sense of "My job here is done." It also reminds me of V. Mental image: an old man. a blank screen. a sigh. a bed. peace.
I often hear/encounter real life stories that I feel would work well in a story. All these compelling snippets that are so much cooler than anything my young tender mind can conjure by itself. It is really a matter of recording them in a functional/accessible/manipulable manner.
I am pondering starting a proper blog to put my more proper thoughts. Livejournal is about the intimate minutae of the day, whereas blogging feels more like mini-essays, a soap box, if you will. I feel uncomfortable mixing the two.
I have also given up on having a proper "gallery" program, in part because my webhost is stupid and I'm too lazy to switch. In part because I've never been satisfied with the interface/structure of the gallery program anyways. Instead, I am contemplating posting everything I've ever done in sketchblog format, with appropriate dating and tagging, but on a separate account. Then linking appropriately from webpage. Perhaps frames.
I feel pretty set on Azuma. I've watched enough of Yakitate! And I think my hair will be very appropriate. There is a small matter of boobs. And purchasing fabric. Perhaps I should do that tomorrow, as well.
P.S. I have been going through some of my old art, and have been surprised at the level I was at 3 years ago.. 5 years ago.. I feel like I have made progress, but looking back, I seem to be treading water. For the last 5 years. Maybe it's time to try again.
P.P.S. It's Spring Break for the high school, so tomorrow will consist of sweet sweet grading, but also sweet sweet no-classes-until-3pm.
