d0tuNuKI o})})})[)===============____/

Ah it’s Saturday.  After a long friday night, sometimes you have that, I’m-happy-to-be-alive-Saturday, I guess because you feel half dead.  Dotunuki is back in Los Angeles.  After walking the Rues of Paris and streets of London it’s a bit different to be pounding the streets of LA once more.  Our transit system here just seems a step behind most big cities.  You’re supposed to have a car in LA.  I have no idea how I’ll impress anyone here now, I don’t even have my bike.  Really the biggest problem with the Los Angeles Municipal Transit situation is not coverage but frequency.  Like, you can only get so much done on the bus here.  It’s the waiting that sucks the life out of you.  Kinda like how you can feel exhausted at that job where you just stare at the computer screen all day and surf the net.  You know, the job where your computer announces, “You have reached the end of the internet!”  And you still have like 4hours left before quitting time.

But I’m reacquainting myself with the sumptuous veg-outs that are only possible in America.  Dotunuki really likes TV, and that’s not an easy admission.  You’re not supposed to like TV, you’re just supposed to have one, watch a couple of shows, you know, sitting in front of the TV for hours has negative connotations.  But let me tell you, Dotunuki can watch some TV, especially those days where a good marathon is on, followed by a good movie, maybe a football match.  Maybe a break in the action to play some PS3 or something.  A day where shit was planned but shit was not accomplished.  There’s considerable guilt but it doesn’t outweigh the sheer warm and comfy goodness of blanket, couch, and TV marathon.

It’s not all bad.  The Veg-Out Sessions fuel my creative ventures, they are the bedrock.  The sort of silence of the mind that you get from just chilling; attracts the most wonderful ideas.  Very big, fluffy, colorful ideas and when you snatch one out of there and try to bring it to fruition, well, it doesn’t necessarily come out like you imagined but its solid and can be worked into a satisfactory iteration of your imagination.

I initially tried to force myself to do some creative things whilst in Paris.  Kinda reassuring myself, I’m an artist.  I mean, you can’t really prove you’re an artist.    Finally I realized that I should just soak it in.  The experience is too rich, to valuable to try and force some opus out of it.  As a writer I feel like one experience is wasted if it’s just written about.  You have to take that experience and write 10, 20, 3 or 4 stories from it.  And it comes out so naturally if you just file it away.  The best sequences in my work are generated this way and, really, a great sequence ties the whole thing together.  I think it was Roger Ebert who said a good movie has 3 good moments and no bad ones.  But why force stuff?  I don’t think its valid to do things just because, its what you’re supposed to do.  A writer should write everyday, well, I create something everyday whether literature or images.  And if I’m working on a story, script, novel, then I work on it everyday.  I have a project orientated process.  Well a project orientated life.  I even need a goal for working out.  I can’t just work out, everyday, just to do it.  I have to be training for something, there has to be some goal, some end in sight.

Even this blog has a goal, an endgame.  What that is, I’m not sure but as you look back over the years of your blog, you can see it as a whole document.  It’s a super long, epic narrative of your imaginary world made real by the rearranging of events and thoughts in real time.  Even this post has an end game.  I haven’t written for this long in quite a few months.  The cobwebs have to be shaken, the stamina built, the taste, the feel of tapping away at this keyboard.  Such a familiar place, it’s home.  There’s nothing like pouring yourself into the keyboard and out onto the screen.  Listening to your inner voice narrate your words.

Well, I’ve said enough for now.  I’m hoping for a good run of blogging for the next few months.  Who knows.