I decided on music today without any news.

After I dont know how many conversations she is finally here.  I picked her up this morning and we went and bought linen and fine tip markers.  At Matt’s studio I found an an old Autograph book with drawings and poems.  I brought it home and scanned my favorite pages.  I will deliver it back safely tonight.  Anh loves her food spicy, but she’s always cold.  A hot car makes me nauseous.  In the studio she works with my heater blowing on her face.  I cant imagine my life without animals in it.

red bags and tv detox

More red Lobo’s for fall? maybe a little different…? ummmm, fall. In the meantime, I have to go in tv detox. Since the Olympics started Ive watched more tv in the past week that I have in the last two years combined. I told John that as soon as its over Im moving the tv out of our bedroom forever. Its it necessary to show so much womens beach volleyball. I love admiring their tan lean bodies and everything, but otherwise, its boring as shit. Have sportscasters always been this annoying? It drives me crazy how they are always trying to create these mini dramas between the athletes. Just shut up. The only person I want to talk is Bela Karolyi.

i carry this one.

Pretty much just wanted to put up more pictures of my bags.

Its you.

Ive never lived in the same town or state as my friend Anh, but she is my closest friend. Our conversations are a big part of my day. She is a beautiful silly creature. I love the way she uses words and lines. I have deleted like four sentences so far trying to write how her drawings make me feel. I love watching strangers pick up a little drawing that she did because they usually always get this tender grin in their eyes and then I know they see what I see.

sun

measure

wave

This one with the legs is a note she left me after a visit. I love it so much.

apple

bath

anh

anh by david mack

shoe boxes full

Ive been keeping some type of journal since the fourth grade. Pretty much 90% of everything written up to high school is about my weekly romances at school. Its sort of annoying to read all that. I know I had other interests, but I guess they weren’t as fun to write about in my little diary that had a lock and key. My first two had little locks, then I moved to spiral notebooks that got covered with masking tape and graffiti all over who I loved and whatever else. In high school I started using a sketch book, and in college I kept several different size sketch diarys that started a shift from words to mostly all drawings and cut outs.

Here is my second entry and my first diary, the first one is a little blurry. If you actually attempt to read this, both on restriction means my two best friends Marla and Margo who were identical twins that lived in the neighborhood. They had a strict mom and weren’t allowed to call boys on the phone.

4th Grade Diary

I love to throw things out, but these things get special storage space. Here is a letter I wrote my parents from gymnastics camp. I was a decent gymnasts eventually but at the time of this letter I was pretty much sucked still. I think the camp was suspose to make me better. It didnt work.  I feel like I still write at about this same level.

Letter Home

Cut Drawing