Holy shit, where did the summer go? If you used this blog as any indication of passing time, feel free to call me a terrible scribe. One minute it’s June 10th, the next it’s August 21st. Yikes. Well, I can summarize the summer (summerize, if you will) in a few key points and hopefully start making this an integral part of my life again. I miss writing dearly; I truly, truly do.
Nothing is static, everything is transient. I sat for a few hours today reading my old blogs. In case you didn’t know, this particular journal is an amalgamation of every other blog I’ve ever had since the early days of lostintheair.com. That’s five years going on six come this November. I think I’ve learned a few things about myself after reading that much, even stuff from the recent past. I’m becoming less happy. I’ve become less responsible. I’m becoming more apathetic. I’ve wasted a lot of time in gray areas. I’m becoming more removed. Detatched. I can’t explain a lot of it, and it’s not all self-relization. Some of the aforementioned becomings are the combined opinions of peers, family, and professionals. I don’t regret anything, but this pattern simply cannot persist. I was not born as what I’ve come to be. I want to improve and I’m having a hard time moving. Because things are so comfortable right now, I know any step towards a positive direction will become the epicenter of a difficult and possibly lengthy transitory period. A few recent catalysts have set forth a great incentive for change, but it’s a mind-over-matter situation. As soon as I can convince my stupid brain how much better things could be, I think a newer, truer, bluer me should emerge. Ahhhhhh shit.
Let me try to summerize in a few key points. July was hot and sweaty. I learned a lot in school, and took a whole bunch of personal days. I did quite a bit of work for Diztinct and was paid fairly well. Had a couple parties at the house, good times with good friends. August was a repeat, same kind of summer attitude and actions. Mom was on vacation for the past week and it was the most peaceful week I’ve experienced in quite some time. Here we are at current. It was an awful summary, I know, but there wasn’t one defining moment of the summer thus far, just a continuous plateau of goodness.
“How quickly words can become our hands, resigning everything we believe…”
So little to say and so much time… Here goes something….
My name is Andrew to everyone who knows me and nothing to the people who don’t. I rarely feel inclined to write about myself and this small text blurb is no exception. I’m a film maker, of sorts. A designer, of sorts. A musician, of sorts. A photographer, of sorts. An armada of etceteras march behind these four generals.
The point I’m trying to make is that I enjoy art in all of it’s forms, and try my best to creatively express myself in every medium I take a liking towards. As always, things like life get in the way of being a non-stop idea factory, but that life is something that I’m thoroughly enjoying at the moment.
It consists of my beautiful girlfriend who I am very much in love with, a job that pays me well to do work that I would otherwise be doing for free, and a family and friends that I wouldn’t trade the world for. It’s safe to assume that I’m walking on air/over water/atop mountain peaks (pick one… hell, pick all three).