Originally Posted Friday, February 8, 2013
My friends are now all enamored by Father John Misty's moves on Letterman. Me, too. But here is the dance scene to beat all dance scenes. And after watching it tonight, I am determined that I will learn the moves and be able to dance like this. After that, it is just a matter of making the motions more subtle and becoming like Father John Misty.
Oh. . . did I say fuck the Google/YouTube connection? Just in case I haven't. . . .
I'm playing hooky from the factory tomorrow. I am burned out. Some days I feel just like a Beckett character. Those are the good days. The rest of them are worse. I ask myself, "What do you really have to kick about?" And all I can answer is. . . "The usual." There is nothing special at all about my condition but that I make more money than I ever have in my life (which isn't anything tremendous, I promise) and can afford to eat and drink better. But I am about to reach a milestone of sorts and it is kicking my ass worse than I would ever have thought. Nightmare after nightmare have kept me company this week. I am thinking of getting in my car and going somewhere just to sit with people and hear their strange tales. I might if I can get enough. . . gumption. It is a bit different than volition though they are both nouns. You, my friends, will be the first to know.
Here is the portrait of the boy who came into my studio a few weeks ago. I never heard back from the parents, so I guess they wanted nothing to do with my brand of weirdness. Too bad for them. Bring your kids in off the street and in a few minutes get a portrait like this? Forget about it. And so I post it as evidence of my skills beyond the boudoir genre. Really. Send your sons and daughters, nieces and nephews. Look what you can get.
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