I have been working on some new things.

October 13, 2009

I have been working on some new things.

In the past few months most of my creative work has transitioned almost entirely to ink and paper.  I have been writing an extraordinary amount, small quippy little things, some of which make it onto my twitter feed, @Carnivorousgnar.  I have also been writing a series of short stories, brainstorming a lot of project ideas for which I have no time, written a set of about 250 short, 1 to 5 cell comic strips, in doing so started exploring my ability to draw and of course when I can I also have been building robots.  I tell all of you this because it only recently occurred to me, by which I of course mean a friend suggested that I might share some of this and digitize some of my writing and scan some of my pictures and comics.  I will attempt to start doing this in the next few weeks and perhaps I will even post some of it here.

On an entirely different note, I have started re-reading “The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat” and find that my intrigue is different this time around than it was when I first read it, having at the time just started my endeavors into Neuroscience at Trinity College.

As my sister reminded me today, “Don’t club any baby seals.”



My New Favorite Children’s Story

October 6, 2009

This is my new favorite children’s story:
Once upon a time there was a poor child,
with no father and no mother
And everything was dead
And no one was left in the whole world
Everything was dead
And the child went on a search, day and night
And since nobody was left on the earth, he wanted to go up into the heavens
And the moon was looking at him so friendly
And when he finally got to the moon, the moon was a piece of rotten wood
And then he went to the sun
And when he got there,
the sun was a wilted sunflower
And when he got to the stars,
they were little golden flies.
Stuck up there, like the shrike sticks ’em on a blackthorn
And when he wanted to go back, down to earth,
the earth was an overturned piss pot
And he was all alone, and he sat down and he cried
And he is there till this day All alone:
Okay, there’s your story!
-Tom Waits