7. SCIENCE

...And apparently the mysterious weight-loss stops as soon as I take two days off from writing. No gain/no loss since the last time I poasted, yo. Yeah yeah correlation does not imply causation yadda yadda, but srsly gaiz, I DON'T EVEN

In conclusion, I think everyone should own a scale (unless you're a sad sap prone to eating disorders). Otherwise shit you could learn is A-mazing.

Future research: What would happen if I then set out to draw daily? I hypothesize I'll drop like 2 pounds a day if I even think of trying. >__>

6. Rhythm

Ugh, I can't believe it's barely been a week and I already feel like phail in terms of keeping this up. What is it like not having a block? Is it tasty? I hear of this "rhythm" that is apparently possible to get in to, but even in the best of times, seven years ago, the most I ever had were "waves" that came and went by months.

Maybe a more green-book approach is needed here. Yet...obviously I still have hardcore fans, apparently. Like Ridwan. ಠ_ಠ What to do...

(Winter quarter has thus far been the excuse I've been beating in my head to justify not resuming email rants with the wife. I'm such a cheap-ass. T_T)

Unrelatedly, I can't help being reminded of toilet-training. Not potty-training as in toddlers, but...teaching one to go at the same time every day. For example, first thing when you wake up. Obviously anything they train children to do is supposedly healthy...like giving in to all biological urges at the exact same time each day (not in pants), and eating 4+ tiny meals, and taking daily siestas at a bit past noon. Goddammit.

I swear this forcing myself to write something anything everyday thing for the past week is the secret cause to my apparently losing a pound a day lately. Is that even healthy?!

5. Float

Why that word should have been such a special unlocker for this many years is honestly a bit beyond me. (Unrelated trivia: Gone with the Wind was translated into a single word in Chinese: 飘.) I wish I can not only illustrate but demonstrate.

My hands would weep if they could.















Virgin teal on rocks.

4. Reconstruction & Damage Control

Situation is so tight and desperate that just thinking about the mammoth task ahead gives me a headache and sore eyes. And yet, something had started to shine...like tear streaks on rock. Something of that old-school price of sweat and blood.

It's tunnel-vision in the good sense.

Or even if it isn't, there's not much I can do.

3. Post Winter Solstice

It was the first time I saw not night when I left the building today.

Twilight is a beautiful word to match two beautiful circadian times, but the association nowadays, thanks to Stephanie Meyers, is not one most pleasant. Pity.


There will be a big gig going down at Newport in a few hours. No less than four touring buses were crowding from my building to the by-then-dark alleyway behind the hall.

Fans will be cheering me to sleep tonight.

2. The "it" factor

...Kind of like having smoke rising upward out of your head, except the smoke is fixable like grass and is in the process of being mowed off in a forward-back, forward-back motion. Shaved. Vacuumed. Exercise-exercise excised.

1. Perhaps

Now that I don't suppose those who caused this shutdown care any more, will I resume freedom of speech (and piss) once more? This compressed springs business, after four years, rather now resembles tentacles and roots breaking out, grabbing hold of air and earth and dear mother nutrition by teeth and nails and wispy flowy strangling hair. Not to suck her dry but to simply gain foothold and self relevancy; not to topple her tower but simply to...outreach? Further support? Composite, compost. Clay, dirt.

There is this feeling that screams contradiction and OBJECTION and HOLD IT and TAKE THAT (thank you Phoenix very much) that leaves me "wanting"/ "lacking"/ "full of void" instead of the, perhaps more logical, "full of shit" and "ready to spring, burst". For more of what, I don't even know. It's not a desire of any kind.

All I know is that I missed, and miss now still. I'm hesitant to draw the period over volume 2.

Asymmetries

HOLY HECK I'M LOVING KYO AND TOCHI'S NEW HAIRS SO MUCH I CAN FUCKING HUMP MAUL THEM FOREVARRRGGGGHHHh
(And has it really been that long, or did Toshiya's bald head totally sprout hair at the craziest speed evar? Actually, probably the first. Nevermind. WHAT'S WITH THE CONTINUED OBSESSION WITH FLANNEL AND NOW KILTS, THOUGH? JUST GIVE ME CLEAN BASS PLOX)

Point of poast: Jing needs a new hairs. This short in the back thing is getting ever the slightly stale after two years, even if I'm on the quest to own the longest front pieces evar for this style. ALSO APPARENTLY I LOOK THE SAME FRONT AND BACK.


Delightful, yes?