This quarter, I’m in two different labs, which both could be very messy.

In my Ink and Substrates lab, I’m messing around with inks constantly, and I can only remove the stains from my hands with degreasing soap. It’s funny, my fingers are still blue from Thursday morning.

In my Color Theory lab, I mix together hundreds of colors… literally. I woke up one morning with a giant swath of blue paint from my elbow to my wrist. I was surprised, to say the least.

Anyhow, the point is, if you see me with magenta on my face, or under my fingernails… that’s why.

Chapter One

“The thing is, life’s not seen through the brilliance, the razzle-dazzle, man. You’ve got to look for the true value of things. That’s where art lies,” Davey said, as we began to walk down the stairs, down into an alley in the darkest of night. I stumbled on an empty cardboard box, which had fallen from a dumpster filled with newspaper clippings. They read August 6, 1946. The neon lights of the club I usually hop to faded behind me, as if it belonged to a world of fog.

In stunning contrast, the door ahead of me was clear. I could see it, the light burning a brilliant 9500K above. A sign on the door read “your eyes can see thousands of colors, but your mind can not.”

With one last glance at the world outside, I followed Davey in.

I spent 19 hours this weekend in my art lab. Fortunately, this meant that I actually completed my first art project, a color wheel, a 25 color-grayscale, and a matching of a few of my grays’ value to the actual value of my colors on the wheel. It’s a mouthful to say, and a brainful to comprehend… but it paid off. Monday morning, a few minutes after I turned it in, I had it returned with an A -, and all I have to do to it now is change one of the colors (make the green more bright by adding yellow) and add another value to my grayscale.

I can’t believe that my art class counts for only 3 units. I think it should be 10.

My car came with me into the shop today to get an estimate for my rear bumper. Even though there’s just one minor crack in it, I got estimates that ranged from $685 – $908, depending on whether I want a new bumper, or if I just want them to repair it. This is bad news for the lady who hit me, because of the fact that she was thinking of paying for it out of pocket (which would be ideal for me as well) so that it wouldn’t raise her premium…

At least I don’t have to pay anything.

I finally stopped hurting from the leg presses I did on Saturday. Starting at 180 pounds and doing three sets probably wasn’t the best idea.

The new Incubus album is growing on me. The first single, “Megalomaniac,” is so-so, but the song “A Crow Left to the Murder” is unbelievably incredible. The album should come out on February 3rd, from what I’ve read.

And it rained today. What a feeling to open your window, and there it is, as if summoned by my blog. I wonder if the weather checks my blog often, or if it’s only once in a while.

I’m sorry for everyone that called me throughout the day yesterday, I’ve been more busy than you could know. Work, then gym, then 6:30 pm – 2:30 am in the art lab. Yay. I will call you soon.

But I have much more to do.

Do you ever feel that your life has a parachute? That there are so many good reasons for you to be somewhere, or even to be alive, that nothing can touch you. You are invincible.

I guess I haven’t felt that way much lately, at least until today.

Today, I was rear-ended on the corner of Chorro and Lincoln. Not hard. Just enough for me to notice, and to put a small crack on my rear bumper. But I wasn’t really freaking out; in fact, I was almost too calm, and I almost said something to that effect to the lady who did it, but I’m kind of glad I didn’t.

I want it to rain. Not hard, not for long, just rain. That would be nice.

While the rest of the reasonable world was quietly sleeping in their beds, I spent my 12:30 – 2 am this morning in the art lab. I couldn’t help it; seventy 2×5 inch swatches in grayscale (that I had painted over the past week or two) were calling out to me, in some strange siren song: please, please organize us, Ben!

And so, I was there, with all my swatches lined up in a row, trying to see which ones didn’t fit, because I needed a smooth transition from off-white to off-black in 25 steps.

In some ways, I like the fact that I can only work on my art projects in the lab this quarter. It’s a strange feeling, unlocking the door in the middle of the night and knowing that I could run naked, screaming, across the entire length of the lab… and nobody would even know.

Not that I do that. No.

I don’t know why, but I got more than a little excited over my roommate, Brian’s, gift to me of a case filled with tapes of Christian music the likes of which I haven’t listened to in forever. This is really good, because my car only has a tape player in it. But yes, I am now the owner of

Supertones – Chase the Sun
The Electrics
Burlap to Cashmere – Is Anybody Out There?

among others. Awesome me.

You might have noticed I haven’t been posting lately. Things have been good, things have been bad. But I think that most of my posts would have come out like the one up there. And although you might want to read it, I may not want to write it.

Professor Lives Life as a Cyborg Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.

I pulled some muscle in my abs on Saturday, when I was working out (and yes, for those of you who don’t know, I have started working out this quarter. It’s not necessarily a New Year’s resolution, just something I realize I should do). And so, the past couple of days, my symptoms have gotten a little worse, until today when I realized that it hurt to sit, or reach, or stretch, or lay down… the list goes on. But hey, what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.

I saw a quote on a wall today: “The world would be an easier place to live in if we were able to forget our troubles as easily as we forget our blessings.” So true.

I uploaded some of the digital art I’ve made in the last year. Check it out here. It’s been a week shy of a year since I posted a collection… so, enjoy.

Now, to sleep.

And so I go into the lab today, and all I can think about is how tough this quarter is going to be, and pretty much just because of my art class, Color Theory.

Yeah, this is going to be a long quarter. But hopefully, at the end of it all, I’ll still be alive to look back and say “I’m glad that’s over with.”