The last forum did not interest me whatsoever. Initially I blamed this on the topic, but then I remembered Coach Arnsparger making business stuff extremely interesting in my senior Gov. & Ec. class. The guy who talked to us Tuesday just did not how to relate whatever he was trying to get across to us. Like, what in the world is a HUBZone? I would look it up, but I don't even care. Apparently you have a greater chance of getting government funded if you're wanting to start a business and you happen to be a HUBZonian. Also women, veterans, and disadvantaged entrepreneurs get help. AWESOME.
I think I'm going to look up HUBZones now. Wikipedia: "HUBZone means a historically underutilized business zone." Indian reservations, redneck hollers, etc.
The guy who spoke wore a tie that was red with stripes. While he talked, I drew his tie. That forum made me realize that I really miss drawing. I think the last time I sat down and deliberately drew something for real was last Christmas break, which was ten months ago. Why? I've been thinking about that off and on for years, how something important to me as drawing can get pushed aside by these other things that used to just be its equals.
I remember when I was eight or nine years old, I found out that my dad used to be really good at drawing, liked doing it, but didn't do it anymore. As a sketchbook-keeping child, I had to ask him why he had just stopped. I don't remember anything about his answer except that it made me sad. When I remember that moment, it kind of bothers me all over again, especially since I'm doing the same thing now myself. If you let them, your passions seem to choose you.
Today I was walking across campus carrying a to-go box of food from Towers before leaving for my high school's homecoming game when I realized something obvious: Love - be it for the people in your life or the things you do - takes up your time. See, I do love drawing. To take what I see in my head and try to make it reflect itself onto paper - it's like the ultimate challenge. It also takes hours, if not days, to achieve. It makes your hands dirty and your fingers tired. The more you get into it, the more solid money it leeches.
Then in the end, your image doesn't always turn out how you want, especially if you've been neglecting the hobby forever as I tend to do before picking it back up. It's one of those hobbies you either have to get hit with a random urge for or make yourself sit down and do. I guess this is why drawing's attention has been relocated to more effortless passions of mine, because you can't spend ALL your time on EVERY thing you love. I don't know if time is really money, but love is definitely time.
It seems like I'm making a lot of choices about passions lately. Do I really have the time? I don't know what to tie myself to these days and what to let go.
I don't think I could give up on drawing altogether just yet, anymore than I could running or writing. They're kind of like nicotine addictions. Old habits don't just die hard; you have to kill them.
"You'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes and on your own - bed shaped and legs of stone. You'll knock on my door and up we'll go, in white lights... I don't think so... But what do I know? What do I know?" - Keane
:K
I think I'm going to look up HUBZones now. Wikipedia: "HUBZone means a historically underutilized business zone." Indian reservations, redneck hollers, etc.
The guy who spoke wore a tie that was red with stripes. While he talked, I drew his tie. That forum made me realize that I really miss drawing. I think the last time I sat down and deliberately drew something for real was last Christmas break, which was ten months ago. Why? I've been thinking about that off and on for years, how something important to me as drawing can get pushed aside by these other things that used to just be its equals.
I remember when I was eight or nine years old, I found out that my dad used to be really good at drawing, liked doing it, but didn't do it anymore. As a sketchbook-keeping child, I had to ask him why he had just stopped. I don't remember anything about his answer except that it made me sad. When I remember that moment, it kind of bothers me all over again, especially since I'm doing the same thing now myself. If you let them, your passions seem to choose you.
Today I was walking across campus carrying a to-go box of food from Towers before leaving for my high school's homecoming game when I realized something obvious: Love - be it for the people in your life or the things you do - takes up your time. See, I do love drawing. To take what I see in my head and try to make it reflect itself onto paper - it's like the ultimate challenge. It also takes hours, if not days, to achieve. It makes your hands dirty and your fingers tired. The more you get into it, the more solid money it leeches.
Then in the end, your image doesn't always turn out how you want, especially if you've been neglecting the hobby forever as I tend to do before picking it back up. It's one of those hobbies you either have to get hit with a random urge for or make yourself sit down and do. I guess this is why drawing's attention has been relocated to more effortless passions of mine, because you can't spend ALL your time on EVERY thing you love. I don't know if time is really money, but love is definitely time.
It seems like I'm making a lot of choices about passions lately. Do I really have the time? I don't know what to tie myself to these days and what to let go.
I don't think I could give up on drawing altogether just yet, anymore than I could running or writing. They're kind of like nicotine addictions. Old habits don't just die hard; you have to kill them.
"You'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes and on your own - bed shaped and legs of stone. You'll knock on my door and up we'll go, in white lights... I don't think so... But what do I know? What do I know?" - Keane
:K
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