S.O.S.

No, not S.O.S. by Rhianna, S.O.S. as in help!, like the Beatles. Someone give me a job. Someone give me a place to live that's not San Jose, or CA at all preferably. I think my soon-to-be-aquired CS4 will help. Or at least that's what I tell myself.

Life:

• Get a job (not as a fucking barista) that is worth the time it takes away from all the other shit I have to do
• Work on chilin's libros
• Study graphic & web design
• Aprender a Espanol
• MOVE away
• Finish Superfuture Vol. 1
• Expand portfolio
• Do self-promo stuff I've never done
• Get at least one real Illustration job
• Be a person (not going to happen)

In other news, Kendall and Houston just visited and it was amazing! I never wanted them to leave
When we got to Yosemite Valley we stopped at BridalVeil Falls to explore and take pictures. Hopefully Kendall and Houston will post theirs somehow because theirs are so much better than mine.

When Houston said his tent was small, Kendall and I had no idea how small. It was about waist high and maybe 4 ft wide. It was surprisingly comfy though. And we didn't get eaten by bears.




After a night of freezing our asses off in the tiniest tent, we were tentative about hiking because the rangers forecast rain/snow. We started hiking with the agreement that we would turn back when the rain started coming. One of the fun things about Kendall and Houston is that they're not my family. Meaning if I wanted to go climbing 50 feet up granite rock off the trail they joined me instead of worrying. Houston had the luck of hearing or seeing at least 3 trees fall. We reached a picture opportunity in the hike that was a stop on an old wooden bridge with a great view of the falls. He saw the tree fall, Kendall and I saw his jaw drop. Then as we were walking up the trail a giant branch broke off about 10-15 feet in front of us. We got spooked and almost turned around until we saw people three times our age continuing on. Our pride got the better of us, for the best, turns out. We met a guy named Edgar who walked with us for the remaining 3 or so hours of our hike. Luckily for us he was really knowledgeable of the area and the natural history of it.


After driving the mountain pass, we stopped at the Iron Door, Groveland. This was after seeing my first snow in at least 4 years.

Chillin by a CA flag made in the 1880s.

Awhhhhh

Beautiful rainy night in San Francisco. If only I could afford to live here, and if friends would live here too. I learned how to dance bhangra. And listened to Delhi 2 Dublin live. So amazing. San Jose you are lame.

New sketchbook, new possibilities.

Today while riding home from work there was a bite to the air and the sky was almost completely pink. Awesome

Yayer?

Lunch break at Borders

More from la Grecia.


Jim on the bus


Fucked up drawing of the Temple of Zeus Olympian. I gave up.

So my scanner sucks. The colors on these are horrible. That's a good chunk of change down the drain.
PS. Oh mah god y'all it's like my half birthday today.

OK, one more

As for art related stuff, I've been mostly making books and my personal stationary. I made a book for my best friend, it's pretty cheesy but it was a lot of fun.



I didn't make up the names of the drinks
I did do a bunch of two-minute illustrations for the book.

These I did for my self-promo class. They're collecting dust in my studio.





I plan on doing a lot of drawrin's in the Greece. I made a watercolor sketchbook and I'm bringing my w/c and gouache. I can't wait. I'll post in 3 weeks when I get back!

Hu woo-ee-uh oh: Why you so obsessed with me

This reminds me of livejournal:
The night before
Around 9:30 I decide to hit the sack early because I have to leave at 7ish to make the trek up to see Jon and Amy. I feel asleep after nervous excitement and real nerves at calling in "sick" to work the next day. After finally falling asleep I get a text from Amy asking when I'm going to get there. I respond and remain awake for the next three or so hours, passing the time by indulging in my most rec
ent Netflix, Hannah and Her Sisters. Awesome. For some reason when I was younger I had qualms about watching Woody Allen films, but I really love them now.

The morning of:
I wake up grumbling as usual after hitting the snooze for almost an hour. Thanks to a certain someone that has become routine. The coffee pot is the only thing fully functional morning until both my parents wake up. Then I'm on my way. It's smooth sailing of course until I have to drive the short stretch through the city. 19th Ave about 2 miles long that is bookended by two freeways and is the only part of SF that I see in my trip. The fog hangs just over San Francisco it seems and begins to burn off as soon as I hit the Golden Gate Bridge.

Entrance to Golden Gate park


Fog clearing
The drive was beautiful of course. I took the long way on accident through the mountains and got some glimpses of vineyards. It was so good to visit with Jon and Amy. They showed me around the place, showed me what they'd been up to. They made lunches and we headed off for a hike down to a creek.






New pictures courtesy of Jon and Amy:





I have proof now that I did it. I'm also very surprise that there's a picture of me smiling and being normal

We hiked back and then went to Gualala for some pizza and ice cream. It was a very colorful one-road town where the only bar and good source of entertainment, "Bones" had recently burned to the ground. The irony is the side of the building was painted in bad-to-the-bone style flames.

We said goodbye and I headed back down highway 1 this time, the beginning was beautiful:





the rest was terrifying. Sheer cliffs that would lead to a watery grave were on my right, on-coming traffic to my left and windy roads forever. Never again at night, but all in all a good adventure.

Day dreamin' and I'm thinking of you

There were some pretty cool oldies playing on my 4-1/2 hour drive back from visiting Jon and Amy. It was a really good day. Bad drive back to find my toilet isn't hooked up. I'll do a photo-story of the trip tomorrow after work. It's time to night-dream.