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My old high school friend, Douglas Robertson:
"This is not anger, its RIGHTEOUSNESS!" -Douglas Robertson When I was in high school, 1980, in the 10th grade, I met this senior student in art class. This guy was definitely an odd bird, a unique individual. Actually I'm not sure he even belonged in public school because he was a schizophrenic. Maybe they had determined it was OK as long as he took his medication, but I'm not sure he really did. The only thing we both had in common was our love of art. We both liked weird art, like Dali, and we shared an enthusiasm for Picasso's graphic work. Once, in this class, we had to do portraits of the other students. He did his in pen and ink. The picture at the bottom of this post is an example of one of those. I have maybe one or two more examples of his work that maybe I will scan and attach to this post sometime. The portrait below is very interesting I'm sure we can all agree, but what is actually more interesting is that it does, or, did rather, look remarkably like it's subject, who
The Artist Has To Create himself
8/12/91 Nobody can be my best friend. They may come in second- but I am my own best friend and if I can’t get along with myself I can’t get along with any body. Wed. Aug. 13, 1991 Hello and Good Day. Its 11:48 AM by the old clock on my desk and I have but a little free time before I must go to work and get to work. I’ve a full eight hours to do today, nine if you tally up the lunch hour as well, which you may as well do in all fairness. For although i don’t have to run around performing little thankless tasks for insatiable employers and cranky customers I am still limited to the immediate vicinity of the store due to my careless situation- and you’d be surprised how many times one can look up at the clock in the mere space of an hour. It has occurred to me that I devote very little space to describing my day to day existence- particularly my interactions with my fellow human beings. I’m sure this has come about because I don’t feel that my waking/working life holds anything of
Daddy Dinosaur Dick
11/22/94 So- So I'll be hornswaggled here we go again. Time to immortalize and magnify all of my mundane activities and observations. Only this time puh-leeeeeze spare us the drolleries RAWN. Would you like to help the homeless today? Would you like to help the homeless today? Would you like to help the homeless today? Would you like to help the homeless today? How annoying. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Light, shadow, substance, space. Shopping carts dragging these fat little people around, sucking the items off of the shelves into the basket- money whisked out of pockets into cash registers, customers ejected into the parking lots screaming- the cars inhale them and rush them home catapulting them out into the driveway- the groceries clinging to their arms- houses then drink them in as they hysterically heave with terror- the trees laugh deeply and distortedly as bushes twitter with childish giggles. On the windows we can see expressionist shadows painted angrily
Kathy
For today’s post I combined some more super old posts and reworked them into one. This post is both embarrassing and interesting to me. It is embarrassing because it’s kind of sappy and overly sentimental in parts, yet I find it interesting because it taught me how delusional nostalgia about people from our past often is. This is mainly because people can change for the worst over time, or, as I think is the case in this instance, they just weren’t being completely honest and genuine with you at the time you knew them. Obviously I had been left with an unrealistic and idealized impression of this girl after we grew apart and lost touch. This impression was cruelly corrected later on in my life after everything I had managed to build up came apart (again!) and I heard her viciously slandering me on that trash television show from a neighboring room in an Oakland welfare hotel. Also, not long after that, I found a recent picture of her online and saw that she had really let herself go
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