fifty-two fridays

several months ago i answered the call for a project based on illustrating missed connections from craigslist. it looked like an interesting project and i thought i would have a lot of fun with it (and it was and i did) and while i knew that i wouldnt be getting of the profits i figured being a part of something like this would be more than rewarding. i noticed that for once i had fond something like this early on in the process and busted my ass to get a few done in hopes to be included. i recieved a warm response to the work and waited for the project to be published. due to life, the deadline was pushed back and more time passed. last week i received a canned email from the person in charge that my work would not be included in the final run, that the pieces were voted upon and for whatever reason i did not make the cut.

i was told that there might be a volume 2 at some point sometime and people who didnt get in this time would have another chance, which they probably should do in any case because to me says its not going to be as good as the first, or whatever.

it was something of a blow to my self esteem.

i would like to make it clear that i am not bashing anyone here, i understand that the response turned out to be huge and i understand that coices had to be made and not everyone could be included. But still i really really do feel let down.

at anyrate i was going to post these ages ago but i decided not to until they were in book pages on book shelves in book stores across wherever. since that doesnt seem likely now, i have decided to post them for your viewing whatever.

another take

i know that these have been late... lately.

sorry. uber-busy life and all that, little time to fit all the work that im doing into 24 hour packets.

this one works for a few prompts ive seen last week.

scale, what's left to say, and a few others.

i was outside the other night thinking about where i am and the events that have led me here.

on a scale of one to ten id say im at a six or seven looking at it from an overall view, a two with finances, and an eleven when it comes to my love life.

i was also thinking about end of my last relationship.

not dwelling, pining for the loss of the girl and wishing i could be with her, but of all the decisions i made because of her, the risks i took because i had planned on being with her, you know, despite shortcomings in the relationship, for forever.

so whats left to say?

with her, it was "im not happy anymore."

and with me it was " i havent really been for awhile now either and while were being brutally honest, youre not all that great in bed."

i know how that makes me sound.

but it was true

and id like to think that this project is nothing if not honest.

and on that note:

brand new - mix tape

I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos,
and the way you always criticize the Smiths... and Morrissey.
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for your mixtape.
It's short just like your temper,
but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got to cool...

I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos, and the way you don't appreciate Brand New or me
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I hope you know I mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for your mixtape.
It's short just like your temper,
but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got to cool...

(yeah, but I wish you were my shadow.)