Plinzen
For over a decade I have had this secret fascination with comparing my life to television programming. I don’t know if it’s a personal psychosis, or part of a generational epidemic. I have previously mentioned my fascination with television and movie mythologies, sequelology, and continuity, and I think that might have something to do with it.
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Been a little homesick the past few days. Not missing anything in particular, but just reeling from this ongoing sense of instability. I wonder how much of it is driven by my current lack of income, and how much more content I’ll be when I’m bringing home a paycheck. It’s not the lack of money that’s bringing me down, but rather the ominous state of being without income (read: instability). Add this to the dread of committing to a 40 hour work week, and between the two I just feel kind of sick.
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I haven’t been making art. This is partly the cause and partly the result of my current funk. I’m confused, and unmotivated, unfocused and kind of lethargic. I don’t feel like making. With school this is going to be problematic.
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I have been writing a lot. It’s mostly more television nonsense, but it’s been fun. It’s where my creative site seems to have settled at the moment. There’s nothing wrong with that, except for the fact that I have to remind myself that there’s nothing wrong with that…
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I want a new perspective, but I’m not sure I’m ready to accept what that might involve. I feel like I’m writing in riddles, but I’m
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I had plinzen for dinner tonight. To the first three people who can tell me what I ate I will send a piece of art. Email your best guess to emai@jasondriskill.com.