Friday I went to the High School girls basketball game. It was exciting—yet the crowd of high-school fans were apathetic and sad-looking. Jake and Ted’s sister was crowned homecoming queen! We left for Lawrence directly afterward and stopped at this small town bar on the way. It was clean, there were people aged 15–60 all hanging out, live music by some middle-aged guys. It was so nice and wholesome, really the way a small town bar should be.

I have participated in two trips to Lawrence in the past weekends. Both were fun nights, followed by intense hangovers and plates of eggs.

A couple of personal rules I broke between the hours of 2–5 am:

      1. Do not call people. (sorry to the people I called)


    2. Do not attempt to insert reason and logic into a drunken argument.

Saturday night beer was consumed in a responsible manner in Council Grove and White City. We went to the White City Bar (Kelly’s)—which was cool, but not nearly as wholesome. There are just too many things to write about this experience. A lot was taken in.

– – – – – – – – – – –

I forgot to mention that last week I went to a basketball game and they had dogs catching frisbees at half-time and they actually played “Who Let the Dogs Out!”

– – – – – – – – – – –

Sleep Log
Sunday 5:00am–12:00pm, 6:00pm–7:00pm, 9:00pm–3:00am
Monday 7:00pm–8:30pm, 9:30pm–2:30pm
Tuesday 7:30pm–2:30am
(I have reached my fulfillment of excess sleep, and now only require the necessary sleep (5–7hrs) to be functional for the entirety of the day. I fall asleep in early evening and wake up at the moment my body is recharged. I am like an eager child.)
Wednesday 7:00pm–12:30am
Thursday 5:00am–12:30pm
(I take back what I said on Tuesday.)
Friday 4:30am–9:30am
Saturday 5:00am–12:30pm
Sunday 5:00am–1:30pm

– – – – – – – – – – –

Regarding Art
I have been slowly transitioning from the title of designer to artist. My biggest worry about this move is people asking me to talk about art, explain myself, and listen to their opinions. I had a boost in confidence last week when reading an article about young people starting galleries. My biggest motivation for this transition is the excuse not to have a real job—”I am an artist.”

“As for the art, the reigning spirit seems to be coolly detached and style-conscious. With all the talk of youth culture being digital and high-tech, many of the artists shown in the new galleries are obsessed with craft and the physical act of making art. Knitting and sewing are popular, as is a kind of doodle drawing.
At the same time the works carry little social or political freight. Nobody is protesting anything…
“It’s all about being happy about whatever you can be happy about,” he said. “My generation grew up in a time when we didn’t have heroes. You grew up believing you were being hoodwinked and manipulated — and knowing you were, but learning to enjoy it because it came in fun colors or was on MTV…

While the art I am most interested in calls for social change, I don’t really enjoy or have the knowledge to create that type of work.

I am ready to quit graphic design. I just get bored and can’t seem to force myself to give a shit about this logo for a food distributor or whatever. Maybe since I don’t have to pay rent right now I have the luxury to have a bad attitude. All of this talk is more theory than action. I will most likely seek a design related job someday.