Spitalfields Nippers 3: Poorly Supported Fat Cat Edition
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Spitalfields Nippers 2: Danger Wagon
i had a dream about werewolves. In this dream, the onset of the lycanthropy was concurrent with some serious injury. Shifting into the werewolf form would heal it, but as the month wore it, it would gradually come back, rendering them unable to think from the pain until they shifted and rampaged. There was a rogue werewolf, insane from the constant grating of his shattered arm bones. The leader of the pack was a woman whose self-control was unimaginable- she stayed together even as her flesh burned down to red bones and she became a walking skeleton.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
caseyattacks
i had a dream i went to church, but when i walked in there were curiously few people there. As more came in, they set up easels and drawing supplies. Turns out instead of a service it was a drawing session. They showed clips from strange movies- giants babies floating down dark city streets- and people did equally strange drawings in response.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
monkeybike
dream: i threw a party in a great concert hall. hundreds of people milling around in the seats. Suddenly the ground quaked, and towers of bricks were falling. I dashed, ducked and covered. Came up and started pulling people up out of the sea of bricks.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
turtle
making your way in the world today takes everything you got
dreams: Guru Mike taught a class in my parent's dining room. As I tried to move furniture out of the way, everyone agreed it was the best space they'd ever had to work in. Basil led warmup exercises. He had one where you clasped your hands and shook them, and it made you look like you were ballroom dancing, upright with a partner in perfect form, regardless of the fact that you were bent over and twisted.
i had another dream about a video game. blocky pixels. you picked up a baby named Irigijiggi and hopped in a jeep to drive up a mountain. There were a lot of places to go, but my dad tells me that the first thing you gotta do is go catch the meteor before it hits. first thing!
Monday, June 13, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
notagoodstyle
i'm trying to grow my beard like the guy in the previous entry. I had a dream where my hair was long, but it wasn't growing the right way to be able to shape it to that. On the left in that sketch up there is what I did, in my dream, to approximate it.
on the right is a guy i saw at breakfast.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
bat
i found this little dude on the warehouse floor. he seemed confused about what was going on, but made it clear he was ready to throw down if that's what i wanted.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
sketchbookpageandclassnotes
Sketchbook page and what my class notes/scrawls look like.
a dream: I met up with Basil to do some parkour practice (parkour opportunities in old neighborhoods with narrow alleys and ornamental stone fences, crossing a creek on a chain link fence that bent and swayed, old rusted barbed wire and how it stayed sharp even though it had been rusted as long as I could remember). On the way back, walking through a college campus, we ran into Brandon, walked along and talked with him in his suit. He took off his jacket and I was surprised to see he had a revolver in a belt holster. Then we shortly drew the negative institutional attention from the campus office people that parkour normally attracts, compounded by the presence of a gun, had to explain and leave.
As we made our way to the surface, I asked to see Brandon's gun, and after looking at it had a conversation with him that grew increasingly uncomfortable. I was just trying to ask about how he practiced with it, and how he worked with drawing, handling misfires, the problems of reloading a revolver, maybe working towards asking him if he wanted to practice close combat usage with me. He seemed upset and dismissive about talking about it, and there was a long silence as we made our way along the ropewalk. When we met up again in the elevator, I tried explaining to him that hey, he was my friend, and if he was carrying while we we hung out I felt more comfortable knowing his training methodologies, rules of engagement, and target selection protocols, just so I'd know how he'd react if things went down. You know, just like how you always note where the exits and lines of sight are. as I put this all together in my head to say, I had a feeling that I had wandered way off the track of social norms and didn't know how to make normal conversation anymore.