Game Changer.

Thank Gods for beer.
I read this on a sign at the bar at whichI was drinking some beers.
And if I remember corectly, Albert Einstein was the man who said this.
Either him or Benjamin Franklin.
Who cares?
Not me.

You are raised to think that this life that you live is the most important thing in the world, and it isn't.
I'm sorry, but you can not believe in the embiggening of man and still believe in the individuality of man.
I just don't see how this is possible.
Case in point; I am at a Sandbox in the west village....

The scene is a bunch of kids playing in the sand, and there are a lot of parents on the edge of the box of sand.
The children are just being children when one of the "dads" starts to lecture a child about the importance of sharing.
Did I mention this takes place on Columbus Day?
Anyways...
I was so angered by this.
I mean, here is this guy making himself feel so important, believing he is helping this child learn about the importance of sharing on an island, a WHOLE CITY founded on the exact opposite of sharing...
On a day commemorating a man who stands for the beginning of the end for the indigenous people of this continent.
Not to mention this man and his child were impeccably dressed in very nice clothes...

Fuck this guy, and his kid.
Just be honest with your kid.
Tell them how you made the comfortable life that they will grow to not appreciate.
You didn't buy your apartment in the West Village by sharing.
You didn't make your millions working in a non profit...
Ugh!

My friend says that Bloomberg is creating an economic apartheid.
I have to say it certainly seems like it is.

And who cares!?
When you see a sandbox mostly filled with children being raised to feel entitled to carry the diseased torch...
How else would you describe this situation?

Well, I realized, after three beers, that I am not going to play this game.
And I owe it to the burger to raise him to see through this as exactly what it is, a game.

It doesn't matter, you can play the game, you can be a hedge fund billionaire and you aren't going to buy a cure for cancer.
And let's suppose that this cure exists, and you buy it...
That doesn't stop you from getting hit by a bus, or an aneurism dropping you dead in line at Whole Foods...

What I am getting at is that there are numerous industries built to distract you from the inevitable end, and if you get caught up in the BS, you will sacrifice the truly beautiful things about life.
Right?
Right.

Feed The Monster.

There is a bathroom, like a guest bathroom?
There is one of those here at my house.
The house that I rent.

I was in there that I saw a small jug of laundry detergent.
But this was a different jug than the other jug I had recently seen.
And there is a big, brand new, giant jug, underneath the sink.

SO I says to Truen I says "Did you buy another jug of detergent? Because there is
a brand new giant jug under the sink..."
I thought I was just asking a question.

But I said it in a tone that I guess sounded like I was just a big giant asshole for asking.
Like an asshole with legs and arms and a beautiful, dark mane of curly hair.
But I thought I was just trying to figure out why there was a new jug of detergent.

I went and sat in the garage, where I try to sit in for at least ten to fifteen minutes a day.
But this was almost as frustrating as my recent exchange with my wife for life.
I ended up laying outside staring at the sky and listening to Soundgarden.

Then Truen come outside and axe me if I want some ice cream drumsticks.
And now, sitting with my treat, I am realizing that I still don't know where that detergent came from.
BUT I am also eating a treat on an exclusive date with my wife.

Time truly DOES heal all wounds!
lovamtewh

Racking 'em up.

I am never sure about my punctuation.
Spelling is not so much of an issue because I know how to spell.
I don't even need the spell check.
In fact, if there were a way to turn off spell check forever, I wouldn't even give a shit.
Seriously.
I am so good at spelling that I get phone calls from guys at work asking me how to spell things.
In your face.
Punctuation is another thing entirely.
I am aware of it, but I am not sure of how to use it correctly all of the time.
In fact, if there were a punctuation check, and IT got turned off forever, I would be very sad.
Not as sad as riding my bike to the show store in order to buy some new shoes and then arrive at the store to find it is closed.
That is what happened just now.
So I rode back home, through the Puerto Rican Parade (Puerade?) and all of the young men speeding dangerously around to show off to the girls.
I rode past all of the smells of people grilling meats and other foods.
I rode past all of the brunch crowds squinting at their menus and sweating in the sun.
I made it home and Truen was on the tread mill, glistening and smiling.
She had a party last night, a comic party.
She and her friend made a bunch of new comics, and they had a party to show them all off.
It was nice.
I met several new and very nice people.
I met a woman from Sweden!
And I had a very mind blowing conversation in the yard about the future of the world.
It was a very good evening.
And today has been a very good day, minus the shoe store debacle.
SEE!
You try spelling debacle on the fly.
Anyways, we leave tomorrow for Arizona to see my Dad.
I don't know if I will be able to update while I am away, but I will try.
I do not want to fail you, the faithful blog follower.
I hope all is well,
lovmatewh

Digging in the dirt.

Haunted?
Luckily I am not haunted by much.
There are things that I think about, things I mull.
Does this count?
I have made it so far pretty good alright.
That is a thing my Dad says.
Pretty good alright.
Am I lucky?
I think a little bit yes and a little bit no.
Things happen.
That is what life is.
A lot of things happening.
Always.

You observe.
You react.
You remember.
You forget.

I was in the garage looking at the paper I just bought.
Having a stare down with the paper.
The paper was making me question too many things.
The paints in their cups.
Brushes in water.

But you know, I thought about how I am only alive for one time, and these moments in the garage are few and far between.
The hours I spend thinking about drawing far out weigh the hours I spend drawing.
No choice there really.
But the times I have to do what I want, those times are precious and valuable.

I suppose the same could be said for many other things, in many other instances.
Life is always happening.
Until it isn't.

I posted new drawings on my website.
You can see what I am talking about.
navajothunder
lovamtewh

The Locked Door.

There are things that I can not control.

Now that I got that out of the way, onward through life!!!

I have so many things that I want to tell you about.
Things about my life away from my old life.

I am organizing for another party.
LIke the party I had in November.
This one will be slightly better because we can chill outside.
We can have a grill.
Beers and Brats!

You should come over.
And you should bring a friend.
We can shoot the shit.

I am happy tomorrow is Friday.
We are on the ride.

lovmathew

When it all comes crashing down.

Are we just blindly walking into a big trap?

I was wondering that today for most of the day.
I rode my bike around and thought about freedom and shit like that.

I heard from a guy of a friend I saw standing on the street that we mine all the brass for bullet casings and then send them to China for them to make our bullets.

So now you know what I'm thinking.
You know what I am saying.
We are winking at each other now.
Now.

I put up some shelves in the garage.
I did a good job.
I thought I did a good job.
And I did, but I didn't do the right job.
The Right job.
I solved the use of space and I was so pleased with how it was going, I didn't bother to back it up with the actual installation.
And a couple of days ago, a week ago, it all came crashing down into a big mess.
It was so loud.
And it knocked me into a bit of a depression.
But today on most holy president's day, I solved my problems and kicked my ass into gear and I tackled the most difficult task of rebuilding.
And it turned out great!
My new idea.

Talk about a real blessing in disguise.

I had a great weekend.
lvoamtwhr