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Forget the Rest.

In äkta on November 16, 2010 at 9:33 am


tell me to get my shit together
cause I know that’s what I need to do but I’m not convincing myself


GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.


thank you.


this is your life and its ending one minute at a time.
do something with those minutes.


super thank you


you’re welcome, mr. frey


so I can find out when this is on in the states but I can’t find anywhere to watch it online and some kick of childhood nostalgia has made it important to watch” http://www.hbo.com/#/schedule/detail/HBO+Storybook+Musicals+06%3A+Alexander+and+the+Terrible,+Horrible,+No+Good…/39078


what a lovely title…


have you ever seen it?


no- i dont think so


/ read it?


no


it’s cute and funny, if I find it I’ll send you a link


okay-
now give me the speech.
tell me what i should be doing


You should be enjoying every moment because it’ll be the only chance you get to enjoy that particular moment where everything is just the way it is then


you writer, you.


so get your shit together and live

Pseudonyms for Algernon: Robert Weaver

In äkta, Interview on September 11, 2010 at 11:55 am

Gina Moccio September 9 at 10:30pm

sounds like lyrics to me! [His "I feel so..." submission] thank you, RJ. What is the name you’d like to be printed as? And is it okay if your city is Orlando? Let me knowww

Robert Weaver September 10 at 9:16am

you can just put it under Robert Weaver from Orlando, FL. I was only going to use the pseudonym so if you chose my poem to use then it wouldn’t be just because I wrote it. but then i realized id have to make an email with a fake name and all that and i remembered how lazy i am. haha.

Gina Moccio September 10 at 8:33pm

lol You are silly. I thought you meant you wanted it under another name.. but that’s a good reason.

Robert Weaver September 10 at 9:13pm

If it helps it make sense, its about the effect Stefan’s death had on me and our circle of friends. I dunno, I havent written anything in a long time.

Gina Moccio September 10 at 9:49pm

When I say I know- obviously I’ll never truly know- but from what I can see- it cut you all deeply- but it’s good that you have each other- it reaffirmed it, right?

Robert Weaver September 10 at 10:01pm

Yeah, it did. We’re closer now, for sure.

Robert Weaver September 10 at 10:01pm

I’m just nervous because I’ve never written anything under my own name too.

Gina Moccio September 10 at 10:04pm

what about writing under your name makes you feel that way?

Robert Weaver September 10 at 10:08pm

If people dont like it I can always run to another name, or just not do it anymore and have it not come back to haunt me. I’m pretty embarassed about some bands I’ve been in and I still have people bring it up and I just want to get away from it. Its weird..

Gina Moccio September 10 at 10:10pm

I think you have a neat history. That’s why I love your back tattoo. And probably the same reason you don’t.

Robert Weaver September 10 at 10:12pm

Haha, true. I think I understand what you’re saying.

Gina Moccio September 10 at 10:14pm

Does what other people think of your writing, etc. override what you think about it? What happens if they think it’s crap but you love it?

Robert Weaver September 10 at 10:17pm

I’m almost never proud of anything I’ve ever done artistically. All I ever try to do is capture a moment or emotion in as much detail as I can. Some times it’s more appropriate if you do it right away, so you dont forget exactly how you felt. But with the poem I had to wait because I wasn’t done going through a process of emotions. I’m still probably not, but I’m far enough to capture what I wrote about (hopefully).

I’m harder on myself than anyone else ever could be, unfortunately I don’t become happier with things as they go on. Haha.

Gina Moccio September 10 at 10:20pm

So if they don’t like it, it only confirms what you already thought…

Robert Weaver September 10 at 10:28pm

Pretty much, I’m always wondering in the back of my head if I’m even satisfied with it. Then to hear someone else not like it makes me think harder about it.

The Muse Effect: Justin Volz

In äkta, Interview on August 20, 2010 at 8:52 am

11:15 PM 8/18/10

What do you feel like when you aren’t painting or drawing?

Unproductive. Ha

Is your art just you being productive?

Yes and no. Depends on the project I suppose.. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do with every ounce of my being, but constantly being creative is hard work. Especially when it’s asked of you to push work out.

Sounds like it can be frustrating.

At times, yea. But I mean, I draw so much in my free time; I don’t know what to do when I’m not. Ha

How do you feel when you do draw?

It’s strange, it’s the only time that I don’t think. It’s like one of those “in the zone moments.”

That’s really neat- though it’s funny you mentioned thinking rather than feeling.

Why?

In the zone indicates kind of blank, focused, but doesn’t really tell what you’re feeling physically or emotionally, etc.

Hmmm.. Well, that’s the thing as well. Drawing and art itself is very emotionally driven and there’s days where I had a bad day because of a girl. And I can’t draw. Like physically can’t do it. So you have to be on the positive or neutral scale at all times. Ha

Ha. If you’re having a good day because of a girl are you more likely to draw or does it make you want to draw?

Probably more prone. The muse effect. And a muse is nice to have.

Justin’s Portfolio
Justin’s Vessel “Lost” submission

Let Me Tell You A Story About A Girl Named Courtney

In äkta on August 17, 2010 at 3:10 pm


         “Am I in your way?” asked the buzzed, blonde girl in the white bikini with pink sequins. I was taking photos of Mike Posner’s set while standing against a railing and she was standing next to me, but definitely not in the way. She complimented me on the Tiger Lily tattoo behind my left ear and said she wanted a rib cage tattoo, but for now just had the Arabic symbol on her wrist which said “mother.” Looking back, I wonder if it’s about her own mother, or if she was a mother, herself. She said, “girls with tattooed rib cages were badasses.” I asked her what she had in mind for hers and she said nothing yet but it would come to her. I agreed, because that’s how it had always worked for me–one day I’d picture something, somewhere and it would be inked soon after.

         I found out she was a Psychology major from Cleveland. She originally wanted to work in marketing, and take photographs for advertisements but the people she surrounded herself with told her she’d never make any money. I said it doesn’t matter what you do as long as you’re damn good at it, someone will pay you for it. Her best friend went to the University of Dayton and that was why she was here. She said she didn’t take any of her finals. She said she had A’s in all her classes but was tired of being stressed and sad, so she left for Daytona. I hate that we all have to feel that way.. though I said as long as she had an answer for herself and knew why she was doing it, that it was okay.

         She asked me if I was covering the event for the college because of the camera in my hand and mentioned that she loved photography but wasn’t allowed to involve it in her class schedule because the requirements were strict. I told her to still keep it a part of herself despite not being able to be involved in college. She really loved underwater photography and quietly aspired to make a book of nothing but, though apparently one of her professors gave her a strange look when she described the idea to them. I grabbed her hand, shook it hard, and told her to promise me she would do it because the only person standing in her way was herself. She laughed and promised.

         I wasn’t trying to be agreeable. I just really liked how genuine she was and how much liveliness she had in her despite the lack of support she had from friends, professors, and possibly even parents on the things she was interested in pursuing–like life. Going into this college event I honestly didn’t think I’d be connecting with anyone, but this girl surprised me. She disintegrated my version of “the other” and she did it without me even noticing and I will always appreciate that.

         Her friend soon became disinterested in standing outside and told Courtney she was going upstairs. Courtney asked her if she wanted her to go with her. Her friend said it was up to her. Courtney smiled and told me it was nice talking to me. I told her the same and reminded her of her promise with a laugh, but I meant it. Now it’s all up to her; it really always was.

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