I wanted to make it a mean spirited blog.... I'd find people on the street eating spaghetti and mustard sandwiches and write a bunch of funny things about them- post their photo.... but it's a small town. You get the drift. I've also considered writing about my paintings and my process, but whenever I write anything about painting or art it has this really short life. I'm not sure why I don't like sentiment or whimsey. It seems dangerous, potentially, embarrassing, and super temporary. I don't like the word java... I'm hating coffee culture more and more. Most days I work in public and go to the easiest source of free internet the 'local guy' coffee shop. My reactions make me angry with myself. People chatter, they order the weirdest drinks with such connoisseurship. They talk over perfectly good music while holding text books. I never flirt with saying anything but every once and a while I think to myself ,'get a hold of yourself man, your in public for chris sake!'.
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