March 2012
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February 2012
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“One often has to travel a long way in order to arrive at what is near.”
– Jose Saramago, All The Names
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CEO Of My Brain
Sometimes we manufacture our own sense of importance, just to get through to the next day.
It’s a brutal reality, and a very depressing statement.
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Wow. Whenever I’m alone in the car, it’s *really* apparent that I am unresolvedly angry at God about life.
Yikes.
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“Find something more important than you are, and dedicate your life to it.”
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Not Sure If Worth It.
I’m pretty sure you have to overflow with pretense as an inaccessible douchetard in order to be recognized as a good designer. I’m almost positive that’s right.
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Gah. But I’m also pretty sure the ego strokes would make all bad things go away.
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Gah. I retire from all aspirations and will work at JCPenney instead.
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Gah. No I won’t.
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Skrillex Is Legitimate Cause For Firing
Kellie Komorita: dupstep is the ultimate design music
Kellie Komorita: that would be all we'd listen to in the studio at school during all-nighters
Sam Franada: omg you're about to get fired
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For The Mentally Unstable
Most of the time, you have my full empathy because I recognize I have my own dysfunctions that haunt me.
But then I see some of you assholes in action, and you ignite the deepest form of anger in me- GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, AND STOP RUINING THE LIVES OF THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU.
I exhaust every fiber of my being keeping my broken shit together, so I have zero tolerance for you who cannot cope...
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“No one knows more about the way you think than you do. Speak up, combine your...”
– Seth Godin
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“Don’t let your heart’s desire become your heart’s disease.”
– Rev Run, RUN DMC
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Yerp, seems like Tumblr’s gonna have to serve as my new blog. This iPhone’s reeeaaaally changing the way I process and respond to the world.
Nice.
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Fleeting thoughts, fleeting moments. I’m starting a new project to reflect this world of mine.
Okie Dokie Disposables, Let’s Go.
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“Do you fold, grow bitter, and grow cold? No longer fighting, now the only thing...”
– J Cole, Dollar & A Dream
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Goals, Quickly Jotted; Part 1 of Many
No particular order.
Design:
Form The Hush-Hush Collective with the right people. Gah.
Win an award. Ugh.
Get mentioned by IDN, Print, or CA. Good God, this is so far away.
Actually get *good* content on Linesandmoodswings. GAWD.
Make someone else in the industry be jealous of me. SOB.
Be a part of a world-changer. Impossible.
Draw for 30 minutes a day. This I think I should be able...
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Progress? Semantics.
I looked at one of my old blogs from 2007-2008 today. I seemed to be a whole lot funnier then; I seemed sharper, wittier, and less restrained & labored. My sketches/doodles/drawings possessed a lot more energy then too… overall, this forward regression is making me uncomfortable. 4 years later, despite more experience, I seem to have become more blah.
My main suspicion: I’ve...
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Table For 3; Disaster May Ensue
I always wonder how the night would go, if 18-year-old Sam, 24-year-old Sam, and I sit down for dinner and discuss our philosophies, moral boundaries, and non-negotiable values.
I imagine there would be no lack of judgment and condescension thrown around; I wouldn’t put it past any of my 3 selves to degenerate the evening into full-fledged arguments, complete with grudges that cut deep.
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A Vision & Mission Statement For My Existence
I need to hash this out soon. I have a feeling it will make my currently-scattered life funnel into a more potent purpose.
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Wednesday.
I just aim to be good.
Which feels impossible, all the time.
But I guess I’ll go to my grave, trying.
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Remnants Of Failed Trajectories
Somedays, when things seem more still than usual, I get an unsettling feeling in my gut, like I’m not really where I’m supposed to be. I’m not sure what that means yet, despite my suspicions.
I’ll figure you out soon. It might turn out to be pretty important.
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Cylons are real.
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I resent how weak I am.
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Regardless of what I do, where I run to, how well I perform, how much I grow, there’s a malignant vacuum in my spirit that sucks any joy out of everything, in the form of “you should have…”, “this other, better person would have…”, “why didn’t you instead…” and the like.
Even the nature of this...
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“The secret of success is concentrating interest in life, interest in sports and...”
– Excerpt of a letter to Jackson Pollock from his father
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Losing Elasticity, Crossed-Fingers For Recovery
First, the facts in play:
I am old(er).
I am addicted to new experiences.
I learn about and adapt to interests at a fairly fast rate.
I am (fortunately or unfortunately) very emotionally-driven.
I seem to lapse into contempt when inundated by over-familiarity, and consequently, boredom.
In short: I get bored, I hunt for new things, I learn to love it, then I get bored of it. Repeat.
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