About last night
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So Barack Obama and I are in line to see The Dark Knight — me saying how fucking awesome it is to live in New York City, him saying how sad it was that heart-throb Heath Ledger had died. I see somebody else standing in line reading Chuck Palahniuk’s Snuff and I think to myself that the best thing about that book was the graphic design of the cover.
Suddenly I feel a jolt I can’t describe, maybe it was love, maybe it was something else, but can you really describe love anyway, and if so, how, I mean, what is it really, is it a real thing or just some chemicals in our brain, and the following thought crystalizes in my mind:
“Being creative isn’t that difficult, just take some stuff and move it around. Words, colors, notes, anything. Making it interesting to other people is the hard part.”
This seems fairly inspirational to me at the time, so I whip out my trusty Moleskine and record that thought for later, along with some doodles of puppies for the hell of it.
After the movie I went home and surfed around on Muxtape and CollegeHumor until I got bored.
hehehehe, so true.