Archive | August 2012

The Wallet that time forgot

The Wallet that time forgot

For a blog titled The art of lost and found, I figured it was time to have some actual lost and found go on. There’s something especially poignant that the old man remembered what was in the wallet, the eulogy from one great man on another. I know from talking with my parents that the death of jfk was the most memorable event of their lives, much the same as 9/11 was for people of my generation.

I love cross genre works

I love cross genre works

I think its so cool to see characters we’re all used to seeing one way be transformed and seen through a completely different lens.

Maus- a short review ( take 2)


Maus was an incredibly difficult and taxing read for me. I come from a german family. I come from a successful family. In many ways i associated with the author, with his frustration and drive to find meaning for himself in the life of his father.

Above all us, Maus tells a story that feels real. Even of the protagonists, the author doesn’t try to hide their faults, even as these seem to overtake their good qualities at times. The author is pushy and seemingly heartless to his father. The father is abusive, neurotic and racist. But these imperfections illustrate the truthfulness of the account.

About the art: Maus is not the most beautiful comic you will ever read. It is done entirely in pencil and ink. But i found this to be part of the effect of the story. The Holocaust was not sleek and shiny. It was not fantastic. It was real. And that is the effect of this art style.

NB- I struggled with the different nations as animals. In a meta commentary ( one of several, which always left me howling in laughter) the wife the author discuss what kind and animal she should be, a frog or a mouse. The french were frogs, the polish swine, the americans dogs, the swedish elk, the germans cats, and, of course, the jews as mice.

I like cats, ok? I don’t think they’re evil. Of course, within the mice cats dogs metaphor, it makes sense. Still, separation of people makes even less sense to me after the Holocaust. But thats a minor note.

Maus is indeed a classic of the genre and a masterpiece.

From Now until Tomorrow, I will take in breath, and I will remember to let it out again.

Im listening to, and having listened, laughing

Im listening to Red Hot Chili Peppers Californication. If im being honest with myself, Im trying to rediscover the parts of me that are cool. To impress Emma. I know im depressed, i cant get out of bed in the morning, I cant seem to wake up even when im out of the bed. I think about throwiing myself off of the Mansions terrece  after evering thing I need to do is over. And what makes this all worse, this doesnt even get me going enough to get what I need to get done done. I migght just be being stuck on West Island. Dnt get me wrong, its a beautiful place. But its also cut off from my friends, my stores, my car, my neighborhood. makes me feel trapped . With my family. Gahh.

In other news, SO MUCH READING. JasperFforde, I kill giants, Maus. I reallu hope that all this rapid absorption means that its actually being processed in my overly thick brain, and will emerged transformed into something like my idols would create. Chris told me that the best method for an actor was just to live life fully. Am I doing that? Or a, I living like mark, an observer in my own life? Only time will tell it seems. it does makes me feel fantastic to be reading again. Reminds me of a time where I knew what I was good at and wasdoing it constantly. Nt like right now. Right now I do a lot of whatever I can. Someday Id like to be confident in myself again. Fuck you Caroline Brown. What else? Emma.

Emma Pardini  is something spcial. I find it hard to believe that we’re dating. I guess ie always dated girls that I knew would loe me back, or at least i expected them to love me back. With Emma its a vey different story. Its so apparent to me that we’re at different stages of our life. She works for a living. I cant even imaine that. ( possibly because im a spoilled rich boy) she writes and reads and IMagines!!! I love this girl. And im just so conscious of fucking it up. I should defnitely stop that. Worrying about how i act around her will only change how I act around her, and how I was is why she decided to date me. I must have been doing something right!!

You know, if this blog exists only for today, I feel better because Ive done it. And that is good enought for me.

From Now until Tomorrow, I will take in breath, and I will remember to let it out again.




who says it aint cool?

Turning a Jawbreaking into a Cup

Turning a Jawbreaking into a Cup

How can you use what you already know in a why that it totally unique?