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Well what is there to say? I have lived a thousand identical days.
no, that's not it. I've been chatting with strangers. I haven't heard from anyone I knew in portland, or some of the acquaintances I've barely kept track of here. Song lyrics are the only holy presence in my life, and they repeat as persistently as the strange dreams that make sleep almost too sweet to bear. I don't know whether I'm being patient or lazy. The easy answer is both, and in fact it's the only answer that won't cause pain.
People have been saying they want to draw comics, but they have no script. That is a fairly foolish problem. It's like saying you want to publish your writing, and yet being too lazy to go buy envelopes. There. That wasn't so hard. My idea: if you want to practice your pacing, and your layouts, I think the ideal thing is to transcribe a comedy sketch into comic form. Think about how difficult that would be. There are other challenges, perhaps more useful to the medium overall, but I think it would be a good exercise. I'm not an artist. But I think I could be an art teacher. Is that a stupid thing to say?
The strange thing is I think I want a life without responsibility, where no one relies on me, but I want people to feel like they can rely on me. In short, I want everything normal people want, but only if it comes without any obligations, which is perhaps the most selfish thing to wish for. I don't know. I'll solve math problems, for instance, I just don't want to show my work. I'll write an essay, but for god's sake don't tell me how many words it should be. I don't know. Sometimes I'm glad my presence can create happiness in any form, but the rest of the time all that means to me is that my absence reduces happiness. I can't live my life according to that kind of pessimism. Do I have a choice?
See. I updated.
no, that's not it. I've been chatting with strangers. I haven't heard from anyone I knew in portland, or some of the acquaintances I've barely kept track of here. Song lyrics are the only holy presence in my life, and they repeat as persistently as the strange dreams that make sleep almost too sweet to bear. I don't know whether I'm being patient or lazy. The easy answer is both, and in fact it's the only answer that won't cause pain.
People have been saying they want to draw comics, but they have no script. That is a fairly foolish problem. It's like saying you want to publish your writing, and yet being too lazy to go buy envelopes. There. That wasn't so hard. My idea: if you want to practice your pacing, and your layouts, I think the ideal thing is to transcribe a comedy sketch into comic form. Think about how difficult that would be. There are other challenges, perhaps more useful to the medium overall, but I think it would be a good exercise. I'm not an artist. But I think I could be an art teacher. Is that a stupid thing to say?
The strange thing is I think I want a life without responsibility, where no one relies on me, but I want people to feel like they can rely on me. In short, I want everything normal people want, but only if it comes without any obligations, which is perhaps the most selfish thing to wish for. I don't know. I'll solve math problems, for instance, I just don't want to show my work. I'll write an essay, but for god's sake don't tell me how many words it should be. I don't know. Sometimes I'm glad my presence can create happiness in any form, but the rest of the time all that means to me is that my absence reduces happiness. I can't live my life according to that kind of pessimism. Do I have a choice?
See. I updated.
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# posted by Max Roderick on Wednesday, August 5, 2009 
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