I do not want to sleep. Why sleep when I could paint?

Summer

It is hard to work during the summer. I am unmotivated to do anything that originates outside myself. So here I sit at Starbucks (yes, I have heard Starbucks is evil, but they have wifi now and don't care how long you hang around) with my black tea. I have work to do. I have a paper to finish. I've been working on it since early July, and it only has to be four pages. That's time management for you.

The reason I've been working on it so long is as follows: Whenever I sit down to work on it, something distracts me. Like the internet. (Perhaps wifi isn't such a good thing.) I started out looking at Pixar's website. Anyone know how to become a concept artist? Their website doesn't delve into that and they don't leave any e-mail adresses. After that dead end, I found myself looking for tea houses in the area. (This tea thing is becoming an obsession, and I'm not that fond of the tea they serve at Starbucks. Apparently there's a tea house on Alberta. There's also a paint-your-own-pottery place up there.) And now I'm blogging: Sending words out into the ether. At least I'm typing something.

I appreciate this, though I have perhaps become too comfortable in being alone. There is joy in company and that is something of which I should remind myself, especially over the long summer.

This video gets better at the end when they realize the camera should stay on Mary.

At the End of the Earth

This is great.

Wait. It's July? What?

Okay, cool.

"When a character is born, he at once acquires such an independence, even of his own author, that the whole world can imagine him in innumerable situations other than those the author thought to place him in."

-Luigi Pirandello, Six Characters in Search of an Author