that silly grey matter

returning.

after trying out tumblr for a little...i've decided: blogspot it is.

a horrible attention span coupled with impatience is a deadly cocktail. i enjoy drinking it DAILY.

anyway...i'm working on a video. It is a compilation of videos i filmed this summer into indian summer. it's an autobiographical documentary...of sorts. and trust me, i use the term loosely. it's going to involve music, animation and other assorted insanity eventually, right now i'm just editing the clips in a very raw manner. i have a preview video edited, i'm going to post it here. this is an extremely rough sketch, but worth viewing nonetheless, especially if you don't like to think. (i don't want anyone to think when they watch this.)

disconnected memory strain is a brain pain, a pain in my brain that i gotta learn to DRAIN.
oh, grey matter -- you are so SILLY!



-kcr

each summer that ends, perception bends, I'm in this weird place, can't describe it. I'm okay with the blurry, it's vague....but vague is honest and a reflection of what actually "IS" instead of what I project "TO BE." For once, I realize (by the definition of "REAL" plus the suffix which nominally changes the meaning of the base word).

Circles

Things are just swirling around, a spin so violently circular that it's really just kind of static (which explains why we never feel the earth spinning at all). There is too much and too little, all at once, all of the time. I can't really find what I'm looking for in this. It's found and lost, which are really one in the same.







summer is ending, and it saddens my heart.

listlessness

humidsweaty summer sweetness, here you are.
sometimes i want to do everything, so much so that i do...
NOTHING.
And it's wonderful!

Late-night television is awesome...most notably infomercials.







Close-up of the ewok dog


There's an ewok in my yard!


no comment


you can find slutty halloween costumes displayed in the thrift store.


Worn-out wiener pet on the deck.


Another tired wiener, resting by the grill.


DRAWIN'


i was working on this.


the aftermath.

also of note:
strange, horrible dreams involving sea creatures (an octopus, angelfish, siamese fighting fish, eel) swimming in the toilet of an abandoned house that creepy people are lurking/sort of living in.
(illustration to follow)

-k

how could you?

summer is almost over
and i just wanted summer always
because summer is nothing
and i am nothing
and we are perfect together.

unfortunately, there are things expected of us
(us = humankind)
and i must attempt to fulfill expectations
despite surprising people that i function as i do.






















hey hey dirty jerz

sunny weather then dreary and violent rain, sleep split into two parts, doctor's visit with potentially bad news, high highs and really low lows, strange burning eyes, sketchbook delirium and potential southbound adventures, the dark and deep dive exploration hypothesis, pain pain physical pain taking over, bad words (mouth like a sailor) and unfortunate words accidentally shared, coping and moping, sunny summer smiles, tumultuous summer thunder interrupting, rain on road and red hot wet face, the dive and the floating back to the top, drowning the whole time (slowly).

...all in a day's time.

[there was a period of time where i had qualms keeping an online journal, then i realized i'm intensely fond of all forms of documentation of the fleeting present which is actually the past once it's written down. hence the resurrection of the (somewhat) daily online blog.]

Currently Listening: Suede "Sleeping Pills"

Location: Center Valley, PA

images copyright katelyn roof 2007

PS. once i unpack my 2G memory card for my digital camera i plan to i guess embark on photodocumentation of my last summer of "childhood" before i graduate and peace out of the east coast for sunnier shores and a more inspiring landscape.