I'm listening to Alphaville's "Forever Young" on repeat. It's played through about 5 times now. Believe it or not I find it to be a decent song, especially if you take it for face value and leave behind any preconceived thoughts about it.

School has started, obviously. Things have been a little hectic but still relatively manageable, which is nice. A lot of things have been going on recently, I'll go ahead and list a few of them:

+Creating a new logo for the STAND event flagler.
+Designing a flier for the Flagler literary review.
+Designing poster/mail out for Flagler's BFA program. commissioned heyyyyyy.
+Art show at Needful Thingz on October 2nd.
+Trying to create and sumbit a poster for this.
+President of AIGA Flagler Chapter.
+And the slew of other trivial things that compose the rest of every day life.

I've been feeling pretty creative recently, I've been creating a lot whenever I find myself with access to paper and writing utensils.

I've been contemplating a tattoo recently. I think I'll wait a few months and see if I still find the idea appealing. It would be the word "NOW." on just before the bend on my left forearm, in bold rockwell typeface. The idea behind the tattoo (I guess I could write a manifesto), is that the only thing that really matters is now. Right now. The idea of living in the moment with an element of urgency. Say you're waiting to approach someone or debating whether or not to do something. The ideology is to just do it. There's no better time than right now, and all the time you spend debating whether or not to do something is void in the long run (there are exceptions, of course). So many times I have told myself "Okay, I'm counting down from 10 and when I reach zero I'm going to _________". The blank could be approach a professor, walk into a doctors office, or tell someone something of significant importance. Why is that necessary, why swim in an ocean of doubt and postpone doing something you're nervous to do when you could just do it? There's no better time than the present, the immediate present.

Twenty-two years ago, in a previous millennium, a glowing entity drifted into the world from the eternal abyss. This entity was blinding, erasing every hint of a shadow on that early morning. This being, as it were, had a reputation that preceded its existence, a history of no history, folk lore and anecdotes which materialized from the mere excitement and anticipation of it's formation and embodiment. And when this blinding light reached it's apex in the Sunday sky, when at last the towns people stood transfixed and in awe of this brilliant oracle, it's creator stepped forward and exclaimed with a voice inescapable from all the cosmos the name of his wondrous creation: HILLER GIVENS GOODSPEED.