Through the years that blogs have become popular, I have attempted to start my own with no luck or consistency. Speaking of the word, I even wrote it on my white board of things to do "Write a Haiku about Consistency" so that I'd really get the point across to myself that this is an important facet of living a happy life:

if we do it now

then it will be done for us

and we worry none

I am by no means any more interesting than the lot of you nor do I live a fantastically radical lifestyle. These days, I am mainly confined to the living room of my apartment working on which ever art project I am working on.

Speaking of art projects, I just looked down at my hands and noticed I have paint on them. Is it awful to go to an interview with paint on my hands?