I must apologize for the delay in getting on with it. I've been preoccupied with trying to figure out what the hell's going on in my brain and trying to write it all down. Makes sense, huh?
The past couple of weeks have had some exciting things happen for me, but nothing that's going to put food on the table. That's the rub, see, I'm trying to do this art thing and we're struggling. Hopefully that'll change soon. Julie is about to begin interviewing for jobs and she'll also be on the sub list come October. I can't complain, though, there are people out there worse off than we are. I know that is true.
I'm sitting here listening to Dylan's "Hard Rain" and I can't believe that he wrote this song when he was in his 20's. Sadly, I can't name one young artist who is writing important songs like this one; I can't think of one artist in his 20's taking on the government and calling them on their lies and distortions. It seems that job has fallen on the shoulders of the elders like Springsteen, Neil Young, U2 and Dylan (still).
This election. This election has got me worried. For the first time the entire campaign, I'm a little worried. The ads that are being shown are dispicable and I fear that Joe Average who only watches the TVF won't read up on the bullshit McCain and his camp are putting out there. The McCain camp has completely adopted the mentality of the Bush administration: Say it over and over again, don't deny anything, and eventually people will believe you are right. And if they don't believe you are a right, fuck them. That's the Bush mentality.
A couple of weeks ago I met up with an old friend, Brett. He deserves so much more attention that just these couple sentances. So, I will write more about him come this weekend.
And then there is the fundraiser. I haven't raised as much as I'd hoped. Perhaps those first two fundraisers were anamolies. Or maybe people just don't have the money. That's the scary thing. If people don't have any money, how will we find a cure for CF.
Cystic fibrosis. Wish I'd never heard of the god damn disease.
The past couple of weeks have had some exciting things happen for me, but nothing that's going to put food on the table. That's the rub, see, I'm trying to do this art thing and we're struggling. Hopefully that'll change soon. Julie is about to begin interviewing for jobs and she'll also be on the sub list come October. I can't complain, though, there are people out there worse off than we are. I know that is true.
I'm sitting here listening to Dylan's "Hard Rain" and I can't believe that he wrote this song when he was in his 20's. Sadly, I can't name one young artist who is writing important songs like this one; I can't think of one artist in his 20's taking on the government and calling them on their lies and distortions. It seems that job has fallen on the shoulders of the elders like Springsteen, Neil Young, U2 and Dylan (still).
This election. This election has got me worried. For the first time the entire campaign, I'm a little worried. The ads that are being shown are dispicable and I fear that Joe Average who only watches the TVF won't read up on the bullshit McCain and his camp are putting out there. The McCain camp has completely adopted the mentality of the Bush administration: Say it over and over again, don't deny anything, and eventually people will believe you are right. And if they don't believe you are a right, fuck them. That's the Bush mentality.
A couple of weeks ago I met up with an old friend, Brett. He deserves so much more attention that just these couple sentances. So, I will write more about him come this weekend.
And then there is the fundraiser. I haven't raised as much as I'd hoped. Perhaps those first two fundraisers were anamolies. Or maybe people just don't have the money. That's the scary thing. If people don't have any money, how will we find a cure for CF.
Cystic fibrosis. Wish I'd never heard of the god damn disease.
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