Is anybody there?

Yes, I realize it’s been a very long time since I’ve written. I’ve gotten myself caught up in a couple of new deal, such as going back to school to get my poli-sci degree.

Another thing that I’m here to tell you about today is a new writing project I’ll be working on with one Mr. Michael Goldense of a small “x” and Escalade Incompetency fame. What we’ve decided to do is tell a fun-comedic story through writing letters to each other as characters in said story. It’s called “Dear Mr. So and So.” We’ll have a very basic skeleton of an idea worked out and we’ll let the story drift where it may. You know what? The “About” section of the blog explains it much better than I can, so here it is: http://dearmrsoandso.wordpress.com.

We’ll be updating every Tuesday and Thursday, so make sure to check up on it. I hope you all enjoy it. It was nice talking to you.

Stay fresh,

Tim

I don’t know man, I just want to write more songs for the album

Continuing the discussion of folk art, my girlfriend Joyce turned me on to a very interesting website, Album-a-Day from the website “Crap-Art.” As the moderator states in the opening page of Crap-Art “The name “crap art” does not mean to indicate that crap art is somehow worthless or foul-smelling (indeed, we believe that it is more worthwhile than most of what is commonly considered “art”). The name is meant to sound honest and down-to-earth; to make you think, “I can make crap art!” perhaps. And you can! Anyone can participate in the movement, as long as the attempt is honest.” Joyce is a wonderful woman and somehow spurs on my interests like no one has before. Apparently the Album-a-Day site is the only part of Crap-Art that is up and running, but I am truly in love with this concept. Also, the guy who runs the site is superbly ugly, but the fact that he inspired me (as well as Joyce) to pursue this idea totally outweighs the fact that he is very ugly. OK, never mind about the ugly thing, I saw him with his head shaved (he has rotating pictures on his homepage) and he’s not half bad looking, but if you click on the link and see him standing with his hands on his hips in front of a bunch of vegetation with long hair, you’ll see what I mean.

My sincerest apologies to Tom Murphy VII!

Back to this Album-a-Day deal. Basically all you have to do is create an entire album in one day. Grab a bunch of people you know who play instruments (or want to) and start from scratch. No prewriting, just go into a room, set up a couple mics, and go. Whatever you come out with at the end of the 24 hours will most likely not be of excellent quality, but it’ll definitely be the most fun (hopefully) art you’ve ever created. It’ll be an awesome memory, at least an extremely unique one, that you and your mates will remember for a really long time.

This is a super cool type of folk music, as I had spoken of in yesterday’s post, a bunch of people making music for purely the fun of it. Not to make money or look cool or pick up chicks. As Michael “The Toledo Twister” Goldense posted in his July 9th post of A Small “x”, life’s about creating awesome memories, or as he calls them “snapshots (don’t get it? I said read the fucking blog, dude).” This experiment will be one long, frustrating, loud, 24 hour snapshot.

Oh, by the way, I’m doing this very soon. Mike and I are getting our friends together the next free weekend day we have and making an album. Anyone who’s interested, let me know. We’ll definitely get you in somehow. Even if you can only do it for a little while, we’ll do our best to feature you somehow.

Stay different,

Tim!

WANDERLUST KING!

I decided to put all my other ideas on hold today because over this past weekend I’ve made an enormous decision. Come approximately this time next year, I’m sending myself on the trip of a lifetime to a dickload of countries in Europe. The last 4-5 days have been significantly out of the ordinary, one of which being my friend Ishraq introducing me to the book 1,000 Places to See Before You Die, which essentially pointed out to me that I’ve traveled to waaaaay too few places considering how much I love to travel. Ishraq’s stories of travel and mention of his aspirations of doing more made me think that if I hadn’t spent so much money on beer and half-price appetizers at Applebee’s, I could have done quite a bit of traveling myself. I have some serious catching up to do.

This is not to say that I haven’t been anywhere. Hawaii, Bermuda, and Branson, Missouri (it’s like Vegas for really old people who don’t like to gamble anymore but still want to see terrible actors sing terrible show tunes) were all great times, but they felt too similar to “real” life, they were far too structured and left very little room for freedom time. My ideal vacation would be, as the boys who went to Hershey with me last year would say, controlled chaos. That is, a trip a very, VERY general structure and my companions and I filling in the gaps with hulking, loving spoonfuls of fun. I would probably be the worst travel agent ever:

“So where do you want to go?”

“We’d like to go to Aruba.”

“K, have fun. That’ll be 300 dollars.”

Europe, with it’s multitude of hostels and cheap forms of transportation, is ideal for my kind of vacation. Plus, I loves me some Spanish and gypsy culture.

My companion for this epic journey will be the best beard I’ve ever known, Mr. Michael Goldense, the man behind A small “x” and Escalade Incompetency. Mike has apparently been dreaming of a trip like this for quite a few years now and his only question to me was if we can “drink brewskis in the Deutchland,” to which i responded with a resounding “OK.” Mike will be the Frodo Baggins to my Samwise Gamgee, but only because I’m chubby and enjoy gardening, and probably with slightly less intensely awkward homoerotic gazes of longing.

But only slightly less.

Rumor has it that joining us may be a scrawny Bengali with a wanderlust unlike any other, who for this analogy’s sake I suppose can be Legolas because they’re both skinny. Another possibility may be a muscular brute with a heart of gold who could totally be Treebeard because Ents Rawk s0x0rzzz!!!!1 The dude is seriously like 17,051 years old and fucks shit up like crazy!

STFU, N00B!

I’ll update once the planning process begins and we start building the framework of our adventure with all that super fun information that I know you’re all waiting on the edge of your seat for.

On a completely unrelated note, under the advisement of Mike “twitchybrow” Goldense, I’ll be doing my damnedest to make this a Monday-Friday thing, to better improve my writing skills and to satiate everyone’s hunger for all things Tim Fitzpatrick.

Stay Pretty,

Tim!