My first article.. or whatever

The news today is scary. In fact, it's down right terrifying. We, the wonderful human beings of the world, have to be subjected to this filth... every... stinking... day. Please will everybody find their lost people they've been looking for, please stop all the stupid "you shoot me, I shoot you back" sort of nonsense, and for god's sake please put out those damn fires... while you're at it please stop killing children, and raping women, and murdering innocent people, and hiding bodies in wooded fields, and putting murders on television, and airing television shows that show how insane, psychopathic, murder-crazed people invent the motives they do..

The news is what's freakin getting to everyone. It's the bad rumors, it's the filtered opinions, it's the bad pictures, or awkward moments, or low numbers, or if the team won the big game or not. It's a disease spread amongst every person who watches the news, or is innadvertantly subjected to its presence... It is the only way one side of the world can see the other side of the world... and through what kind of eyes are we seeing the other side of the world.. other than.

And I quote from CNN.com^(©):
• Watch: Suicide bomber hits Marine convoy <- No, Thank You
• Bush, al-Jaafari vow to defeat insurgents <- HA!
• Cheney: Iraq will be 'success story' <- HA!
• Special Report: Coalition Casualties <- Woohoo!

That's just four lines and I'm already baffled as to what the hell is really going on. And it's been going on forever now. And we all just sit back and soak it in, like it's breakfast, lunch and dinner. Better catch a few extra news specials in between for a few mid-day snacks.

We're breeding our own violence and ignorance. Instead of a gigantic world coming together, we have a divided world continuing to seperate. We have people in this country hating people from that country because of what one guy said to another guy... that being the president and whomever he wishes to cuddle up to the next day. War here, war there.. war everywhere. Starvation, death, beheadings, bombs, river floods, tornadoes, hurricanes, the snow melting, the snow in March. What have you... He'll take care of it, rest assured, or else he has a bunch of crying sissys bitching to him from the sidelines as to why their needs aren't being fulfilled by their president. Protestors yell, and all they get is ignored. Some might question the use in protesting, or why we should even be allowing ourselves to accept this kind of behavior from a government who could give two shits for our common good.

A subsequent analogy of the news today.
By: Kevin Fitzpatrick

* oh, you really did want to see the Coalition Casualties ?! Come on.. check it out, it's a Special Report!

For you.. capricorn

Quickie:
Things might seem difficult right now, but just be patient. Stick to your plan.

Overview:
Your pet project seems to be disintegrating in front of your eyes. Don't abandon it just yet, though; you can still make it work -- perhaps in a modified form that'll be even better.

Source: Yahoo! Astrology

You are positively correct, sir..

Move.. far away from this moment, but move in the direction that feels right. Catch the strongest current, catch a meteor and crash into another planet.. Create the biggest bang in history. Make it worthwhile and may your intentions be optimistic.

Somewhere out there a star is dying, and soon other stars will be seen due to its absense. Much like life.. much like creation. Everyday creations are born and die. The second I create a drawing, it is dead. It may breathe life through its message, but its textures are dead. Such a thrill to know the uncertainty of what will come and go next. Like the child who picks beautiful flowers, only to eventually watch them shrivel and die. The day creates morning and night.. birth and death..

The two most important pieces of our lives, and we only celebrate one of them. Something I will never understand amongst other people. Do yourself a favor and keep kid pictures of yourself lying around.. post them on the wall. Remember that at one time, one day back in the good old days.. you were in fact a child. Who didn't know how to read and write, who didn't know how to sell ideas, who didn't care about money, who didn't care about watching news, who just wanted to stay outside as long as he possibly could until the night was completely spent.

Remember that at one time, you were created... and at another time, you will die. It's a pleasurable feeling acknowledging both. At least that's my outlook on it.

Viewpoints

I hide in my dreams from that which is chasing me. My mind takes me to places uknown. Small, dark, little corners of my mind where I hide in bathrooms, bedrooms, and fields. I see destruction and I see challenge, but I also see friends and I also see enemies. What is it about my subconscious that is trying to terrify my mind? Why can't I just have a nice voice in my head when I go to sleep that says.. "oh kevin, tonight you will dream of a waterfall of chocolate milk." Wouldn't that be nice?

the bible

what a strange book.. instead of looking at its pages, i got to see paintings based on the bible, which gave me a new perspective on the past world. i was made to believe that the bible held the truths to a happy life, because somewhere in there is jesus, and if you find him, beg for his forgiveness, then i can forever be happy in heaven.

i didn't see that when i was staring at centuries old paintings in Florence.. i saw disguisting things, i saw the fury of god's wrath, i saw skeletons and brimstone. someone should have told me this before, i would have been way into the bible.

ah.. screw that conversation. religion is a boring topic. so many cynical things i could type out right now. ironic findings in the land of religion that is the vatican. but it all amounts to negative feelings, so we'll skip that, and go straight to the clouds. where you'll see mountains and water and fresh air!

most of the historical things i learned on my trip i found pretty cool.. although i'm no history buff, and too much info at one time shuts my brain off, so we got just the amount of knowledge that two weeks could give us.

what was more important than the knowledge i gained, was the imagination that built inside my head.. every new thing i saw i attached my eyes to. every building, every point, every shape, every sculpture, every sky, every bit of water, every everything.. it's insane how much inspiration is building up. it'll take weeks to decipher, but i have a feeling my artwork is going to explode soon, with crazy shit that i haven't even dreamt about.

so that's about it.. i learned a lot, i walked a lot, i didn't sleep much, but i gained a whole new perspective on people and life. isn't that what it's all about?

now put your left arm in, and you shake it all about..

back home again...

oh man do i have some fun stories to share.. as well as illustrations that I created over the two weeks that my brother and I were in Europe. A quick trip through Switzerland and Italy, enough to get my brain back to its normal, functioning process. I suppose I'll indulge everyone later, when I have the time to actually reflect on the whole trip. ciao.. grazie, as the italianos put it.