Random Bacon

Ever get that feeling where there’s too much awesomeness (no, there can never be too much awesomeness) at once and you just wanna, like, document it in some divine, right way? I guess it’s called art. – here

I feel like that a lot.

*suppresses rambling*

In fact, I feel a little bit like that right now. Today, using some of my Bar Mitzvah moolah, I ordered a Diana+ film camera! I. Am. So. Excited. I’ve been wanting one for awhile, ever since I stumbled upon it on the Urban Outfitters website. It’s an exact remake of the original 1960′s all-plastic model, the Diana. From what I can tell it’s an amazing camera.. BAHAHA I CAN’T WAIT TO GET IT! Once I get it all setup and get pretty good at using it, I think I’ll buy some accessories (i.e new lenses, expired film, etc). You can also buy a Fujifilm Instax adapter back thingy so you can print Polaroid-esque instant film, a major awesome-feature. There are lots of other attachment things, too.

Mmm, just look at that mock-vintage plastic.. sexiness. Some time this summer I wanna ride around the city on my bike or something and stop wherever I want to take a picture, like an adventure.

I’ve kinda been in to making poetry-ish stuff lately (no, not stereotypical Tumblr-audience-esque scribbly cursive notecard teen-angst poetry.. more like, uh, I dunno – I might post some later). I tend to only write at night because then I’m uber-focused. Something about the silence and half-tiredness allows a sub-conscious state that only really happens when you’re dozing off (a little bit like right now). And when it does happen, I create some of what I think think is my best stuff. One of my biggest problems (I wouldn’t say problem.. more like a “thing to think about”) when I’m writing poetry-like stuff is finding my voice. I’m just a kid – most of us have only just started to “find our voices.” Even some adults are still doing that. This problem-thing becomes especially apparent when I’m writing what is considered to be a little more deep than the usual stuff. I know, this sounds crazy, but sometimes I even feel a tiny bit guilty writing about emotional or philosophical things.. It’s like I don’t deserve to be talking about life like that (’cause I’m no old man). Compared to a lot of people, I’ve been through nothing. For the average kid, though, I think – emotionally – I have more-than-average.. insight? I’m not talking about going through grief or poverty and the likes, more like panic/depression. But, as my about-blurb so elegantly states (and this poem by Ron Padgett), I wouldn’t have it any other way. Through the occasional suffering of having panic disorder, I really believe I’ve become a better person. I could talk for so long about this.. really.

I assure you, people, that I will not trip over this. I know I really don’t need to worry about it (“just write, man”), and if I do I can talk to my friends/family. Not that you’re not welcome to comment/write me! I just don’t want you to think I’m desperately reaching out to the internet. And thankfully, luckily, I’m not/I don’t have to. This kind of stuff is hard to say over teh interwebz, anyway. That reminds me: When I wrote this post last Sunday I, in no way, meant to diss you guys! I love my readers! You don’t need to feel guilty if you’re a Wilco fan reading my blog. You should feel guilty, though, if you’re just reading it to creep on my dad :/. Nonetheless, you – the cool ones – rock.

Aaanyways, poetry stuff, along with a new book I got (and my friends) inspired me to [try and] make a zine! So far I’ve got the cover and first page done, and I’m happy with it. I plan to continue making it/them this summer and maybe include some stuff from Sammy (he’s really gotten into making his own comic strips and drawing). And, when I get my Diana+, some film pictures will fo’ sho’ be in there. I’ll definitely scan the pages and post it, and I’ll most likely make some photocopies.

Also something that sorta inspired me to make a zine are my new notebooks. I, uh, kinda have a “thing” for notebooks and journals. And writing utensils, for that matter. I loove going to Staples and Office Depot. Too bad they don’t make gift cards.. They probably do, but they’re not popular/I’m pretty sure no kids go, “Oh hey dude, I got you a Staples gift card. Happy birthday!” As for my new notebooks, I bought three, from Penelope’s (their website doesn’t entirely do them justice), only the awesome-est store EVER. I die of magnificence-overload every time I go there. I bought a two-pack of journals with this one design, where one has the alphabet and one has numbers counting up to ten, and one other one that’s really weird from Spain or something and all the pages are wood grain (I’ll post pics later). Wood and grass = two of my favorite things.

Song by Wilco from the Spongebob Squarepants movie. Me, Sammy, and a bunch of our friends sing backup vocals on it!